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 Posted: Sat Jun 18, 2011 8:02 pm
A small sigh, conceding the point. "... Ask me a question then..." He said giving a small shrug, tracing the sweat that had formed on the aluminum of the can. He was oddly tempted to try resting the can on the surface of the water... probably not, he decided a good sign for his sobriety.
"...I'm not very good at... handing out truths about myself off hand. I don't know a great deal about -you- either."
He flicked at the tab on the can a few times, listening to the sound it made. There was one truth he was hesitant to share, not entirely a 'secret' per-say, not that he liked them but somehow 'I collect Panda-bears' seemed a rather shoddy follow up.
"There must be something you're curious about... or you wouldn't have asked, am I right?"
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Posted: Sun Jun 19, 2011 7:31 am
"Doesn't really follow logically, Zac, but good try." He smiled again, but there were gears turning behind his eyes again, thoughts falling into place. Ever hadn't been hunting for something in particular but -- that hadn't been what he was hunting for, at least, he knew that much. It was said and done now, though, and Zac had a point. Hardly fair not to share in reply.
"I don't hate mine, but my dad scares the s**t out of me and I worry for my mom." He said that with the can held up in something like a toast, and he finished off the statement by taking several long, expert swallows of the swill.
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Posted: Sun Jun 19, 2011 7:57 am
"I don't see why not... if I asked that I'd probably have something I wanted to know... perfectly logical." He said and then killed the maturity of the moment by sticking out his tongue.
"How worried?" He asked rather gently, but there was a sort of ...blankness to his eyes that fit better with him in Uniform than the youthful faced civilian under it all. The look vanished, some concern moving in as that sort of predatory blankness dipped away like it was the emotional equivalent of Jaws. It wouldn't be the first 'real' family other than his own he had tucked away in his mental filing cabinet as 'if I could I would' targets, not that Ever needed to know that he thought. Not when he wasn't likely to act on it.
"Unless that's asking too much..." he said and then considered.
"...When I was younger all I wanted was to... earn my Father's respect, I even thought of ways to justify the books he got me for my Birthdays, the last one in particular. He picked it up at the Airport...he didn't even know it was Chess. Now I just... I'm still I suppose, trying to live up to the expectations I pretended he had."
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Posted: Sun Jun 19, 2011 8:30 am
Ever started to answer that expression, started to say something, his own face going shut down for a moment. For a few heart-hammering breaths he tried to remember if Zac actually knew where he'd lived, but -- no, he didn't think so. Didn't know any of his family's names, either. They were probably safe enough.
He was fidgety now, though, shifting at the edge of the pool, can turned over and over in his hands. The tip of his tongue flicked out over his lips, obviously nervous. "I think I gave up on that a lot younger than you."
This wasn't a great topic, though, his shoulders hiked in a shrug and he clutched for a subject change. "We should play chess. Never really...got much experience with that."
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Posted: Sun Jun 19, 2011 8:38 am
"...don't look so damned panicked, If I haven't gone after my own family or Scheelite's I'm not going to off members of yours Either." He said and took a far less expert draught off the swill.
"...Chess I can do though, I will clean the board with you though." He said offering a shameless grin. "I used to play the old farts in the park for money, gave up when I started ah...the other evening activities, and besides...home work picked up."
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Posted: Sun Jun 19, 2011 8:59 am
"Fortunately, I don't mind getting cleaned out at games. My areas of expertise lie elsewhere." There were a lot of fancy words in there; some of Ever's consonants tumbled together, gone awkward, catching on each other. He managed to still make it suggestive, though, even fumbling as his tone of voice was: a wiggle of his eyebrows, eyes gone narrowed with suppressed laughter, a scrape of hand up Zac's spine again...
"Help me with my Chess and I can help you with your french. Conversationally, at least." A beat, though, a blink, gone a bit more serious. "Assuming you can deal with the accent. Some can't..."
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Posted: Sun Jun 19, 2011 10:19 am
"Je fais de mon mieux avec elle" he replied carefully, not perhaps the best grammatically but he was more intending to showcase what he could for an accent at that moment.
"Chess for French works...and I'm sure YOU have the accent down..." He said and fumbled with the joke he wanted to make, it was utterly inappropriate after all and he wasn't positive he could make it through the phrase without turning red or worse.
Then again he was already flushed in the cheeks for having thought of it at all. "... One day I'll be able to tease you back without turning eight shades of red over it." He finally added.
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Posted: Sun Jun 19, 2011 12:23 pm
This time, Ever couldn't help himself; he laughed, catching Zac around the waist, shifting to press him against the edge pool and steal a slow kiss. Blushing. The flustered attempts at retaliation. The beer can was probably cold against Zac's spine, but not entirely unpleasant.
He pulled away with a sigh, a hand on either side still trapping him in place, so he couldn't run off, and fumbled with words.
"That was terrible." It sounded more amused than really hurtful, though. This was easier for Ever than discussing feelings, more comfortable. "But my dad was from Marseilles, and he's the one who taught me French, so I apparently sound like a sailor. Or a dock worker. I took a bit at Sovereign Heights, and I made my teacher cringe...."
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Posted: Sun Jun 19, 2011 5:15 pm
"So... I sound -worse- than a Sailor or a Dock Worker... that... that is pretty damned bad." He said amused. "Is it an american 'twang' or worse?" He said tilting his head and letting is gaze flick to the arms that pinned him against the cool metal of the can and the edge of the pool.
He gave a soft chuckle and propped his elbows on pool edge to help keep him closer to level with Ever. "...at least like this I don't need a damned footstool." He murmured the sleepy edge of intoxication creeping in and letting thoughts flow easier.
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Posted: Sun Jun 19, 2011 6:20 pm
"Mmm, it works for me." Another quick kiss and then he leaned back to work on his second beer, blowing out a sigh as his eyes flicked up to a now-very-dark sky. There would have been stars, if not for city lights. The sentiment rattled around in his mind but he couldn't quite bring himself to say it.
"Why do you go home, if you hate your family so much?" He asked it slowly, somewhat nervous, clearing his throat and shrugging at Zac. Less suggestive and joking now. "You could just cut free, couldn't you? Or are they still paying for things...?"
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Posted: Sun Jun 19, 2011 6:30 pm
A flicker of an irritated look and he looked away, very deliberate, very evasive but he turned back before he answered. "...Because someone has to. Because if I -just- ran away, then the drunken old b***h would have fried her liver by now or starved to death... if I don't go home she lives on whiskey and tv dinners these days...and the dinners are optional. If... I didn't go home I'd... I'd be validating her or something.... I don't... I don't even get WHY she drinks anymore, he's never coming back..." He trailed off his eyes were focused more on distant things, remembered things rather than the here and now.
Even with the heat he gave a small shiver like someone walked over her grave before he blinked away whatever had just darkened his thoughts.
"...Stupid, I know."
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Posted: Sun Jun 19, 2011 6:43 pm
It would have been insensitive to mention that, well, in that case, Zac couldn't have hated her that much, could he? But Ever -- but Ever liked Zac, chewed on his lip in a desperate attempt to keep dangerous words in. He was comfortable here, still halfway trapping the younger man against the edge of the pool, even if they'd been in long enough that they were starting to go pruney...
"...hmmp. How often do you go home?" He strove for sly, clutching after the sentiment, and managed to find it, smiling crookedly at Zac. He was leading this somewhere.
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Posted: Sun Jun 19, 2011 6:47 pm
He arched an eyebrow. "... Once... a month... if I must, normally that's about when she starts demanding I start 'pulling my weight'. Then it becomes a delightful weekend of ducking, telling me it's so good that I grew out of that 'gay phase' and such a shame my 'girlfriend' was kidnapped...and how her divorce was my fault... I'm particularly fond of the last part." He said with a sort of practiced and casual sarcasm.
"...Why?" He said with a great deal more interest. "... what are you thinking?"
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Posted: Sun Jun 19, 2011 6:54 pm
"Well. If you want I could come with you." It was almost careless, but only almost. Behind the flippant tone and the wide flash of a grin, maybe Ever knew what he was offering, and maybe that was just fine. And it was probably a horrible idea but...
"Show her you're not as out of that 'phase' as she thought. Or play nice, if you want me to play nice."
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Posted: Sun Jun 19, 2011 7:03 pm
"..." he gave a short laugh, a dark amusement there. "Tempting...-really- very tempting." He said thoughtfully. "... I'd be worried about your reflexes though, last time I was home she tossed a bottle..."
it was an excuse, he knew it was too. He was afraid of another outburst from his mother about the 'phase', and...honestly he was a little afraid of what Ever would make of his room too.
"... how about after I see if I pulled off this most recent application for a scholarship...then if she disowns me on the spot I'll care less because it coverers at least the better part of housing on campus. I don't think you want me on a panicked search for housing...and I don't think sleeping on the Floor of the Dark Kingdom, is quite 'it'."
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