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 Posted: Sun Jan 17, 2010 7:42 am
"... just how much time do you spend -thinking- about this?" he said half coughing on another sip of soda. Hmm...dare hmm?
he contemplated, eyes moving through the room for targets or inspiration.
"Hmm... alright... grab your gutar, play me one of the songs you've been practicing with -no- sheet music."
He sat back looking satisfied.
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Posted: Sun Jan 17, 2010 8:35 am
"Now? Allll the time dude, all the time!"
Well not really. The thoughts in Demy's head tumbled around and changed so often he wasn't even sure what he was thinking of most of the time. But eh, let Z worry about it for a while.
"Okay!"
Pffft, what kind of dare was -that-? He bounced across the room, nabbed his guitar, and started playing. Though, with as hyped up on sugar as he was, the 'playing' was accompanied by a 'performance' of dancing around the room. ...At least he'd be good to have on stage?
The song itself didn't sound too bad. A few notes messed up here and there but overall it was a rather nice rendition of Hey There Delilah. Was it a good song to be dancing around the room to? Uh...not really. But he was having fun so it was okay, right?
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Posted: Sun Jan 17, 2010 8:36 am
Z clucked and shook his head grinning at the errors. "Getting there, we'll make a real Guitar Hero out of you yet!" He nodded, satisfied that the attention was still being paid to practice.
"Alright...dare"
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Posted: Sun Jan 17, 2010 9:41 am
Of COURSE he was still paying attention to practice! He couldn't let Z down afterall!
Z was probably expecting another thing relating to the boxers huh? Well, Demy would show him!
"Dare you to hug Mister Killingworth next time you see him~"
Oh that -was- a rather evil little singsong voice wasn't it?
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Posted: Sun Jan 17, 2010 9:43 am
"....."
A long stare.. "that's just... suicidal." He scowled. "Just what I need, for the GYM teacher to shove me in a locker."
"what's the truth alernative?" He arched an eyebrow.
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Posted: Sun Jan 17, 2010 9:50 am
"Oh I dunno, he can be a nice dude! I had a nice conversation with him, and he even fixed up my ribs! I bet he'd looooove a hug. Poor guy just needs more hugs and maybe he wouldn't be such a grouch all the time."
..yeah, it was pretty suicidal. But he was sure Z wouldn't do it anyway.
"Would your parents like me?..."
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Posted: Sun Jan 17, 2010 9:55 am
His lips thinned to a thin line, thoughtful.
Ohhhboy.
"One, their separated..." he said ticking it off on his fingers..
"I'm sure that... my -mother- at least would, approve of you as a friend. My father would approve that you are -taller- than me. After that he won't care one way or the other....
Three...
Three the likely hood of there ever being some kind of 'meet the parents' dinner is about the same likely hood as being struck by lightning three times in a row within a 2 minute time span."
He added the last bit dryly with a suspicious arch of an eyebrow.
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Posted: Sun Jan 17, 2010 10:07 am
"Soooo, there's a chance they would like me huh? Awesome!"
All the negative aspects of that answer seemed lost on the possibility of being accepted. That was all he needed.
"Truth, Z-man"
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Posted: Sun Jan 17, 2010 10:11 am
"...does your family know you... prefer guys?" was the carefully worded question. As careful as one could be for being somewhat preoccupied flicking the tab on the soda can for the small metallic p-ang sound it made. At least till he realized he was doing it and -scowled- at the soda as though it were to blame.
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Posted: Sun Jan 17, 2010 10:23 am
"Uh..oh boy."
Back to pacing for Demy, sipping at the remains of his drink.
"Haven't talked to mom since she left, she probably doesn't really care. Other moms? Ehhh I dunno if they knew or care. New mom?"
Here he shrugged.
"Haven't met her. Dad's probably told her alllll about his 'stupid gay' son though."
Yes, he did air quotations for that.
"I guess he uh...doesn't approve? But it's not like he ever pays much attention to me anyway so what the hell do I care right? Right. Yep. Doooon't care at all."
The way he was fidgeting though said otherwise.
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Posted: Sun Jan 17, 2010 10:27 am
A sympathetic look... an honest to god sympathetic look.
"...yeah..." he said quietly. "It can be hard to get past caring how you appear to others. Some things... I don't think you can 'have' in life without first making something of yourself." He stared into the soda quietly for a long moment.
"Maybe we never do get past it, maybe its just who's opinions we care about." He muttered contemplative.
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Posted: Sun Jan 17, 2010 10:37 am
"Well I don't care about -his-, I care about like...yours and stuff. But blah it's a waste of time to be upset by him. So whatever, right Z-man?"
Demy waved it off, now taking to tossing his empty can around for fun. At least he was catching it?
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Posted: Sun Jan 17, 2010 10:39 am
".. yeah..." he said after a moment like he might or might not have heard.
"Um... Surprise me, truth or dare"
-- and so the game continued, ridiculous dares, and strange little truths till they both ran out of sugar and wakefulness.
Z first, and Dem after.
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