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 Posted: Mon Jul 12, 2010 9:43 pm
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Dorian couldn’t stop the grin that spread across his face when Aizen growled at him. The dark haired young man was supposed to be intimidating, there were certainly enough people on campus who were afraid of him and his little gang, but Dorian just couldn’t be frightened. He found it adorable actually. Besides, maybe it was a good thing for Aizen to be angry at him now while they were on the phone. He could work through his shock and when Dorian finally found him in person they could work up to much more pleasant versions of a reunion.
“Of course,” Dorian said, shrugging even though Aizen couldn’t see it. “I called you as soon as we landed.” That small tremor in the other’s voice made him mentally sag and he wanted to lean against something. Preferably Aizen, but that wasn’t exactly possible. But he knew from that small slip that Aizen still felt something. No matter what he did or said while he was angry, Aizen hadn’t forgotten him, hadn’t moved on. And since neither had Dorian, that suited him just fine.
He was silent for a moment at the sudden accusation. The brunette tried to gather his thoughts. Again his manager made a noise of frustration and tried to grab his arm and pull him down the hallway towards the airport exit. But he resisted her, clutching the phone and shooting the woman a sharp look. She was in charge, but this was important. He’d had six months to regret breaking things off and he was going to fix it. Somehow. “That was different,” he said finally. “I wasn’t just down the street, Aizen. I was traveling through the country and out of it for half a year. What was I supposed to do?” His voice turned persuasive and there was a smile in his tone. “Just tell me where you are.”
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Posted: Mon Jul 12, 2010 11:05 pm
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Posted: Tue Jul 13, 2010 2:47 am
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Dorian ran a hand through his hair and bit his lip, trying to work through to an explanation that wouldn't make him look and stupider than he already felt. He didn't want to think about what he'd done. And he absolutely hated that tone. Aizen didn't sound adorably mad anymore, he sounded pissed. It hurt more than he'd expected. "I couldn't... If I'd explained and you'd asked me to stay..." He closed his eyes.
"Aizen, wait! Don't hang-"
He scowled at the dial tone suddenly ringing in his ear. Crap. But Aizen had said to find him and that was exactly what Dorian was going to do. He snapped the phone shut and turned to his manager. They walked out to the car, moving fast. A few people spotted Dorian and he could already hear the building whispers and stares and giggles. He smiled on reflex, settling into Public Mode. You never let them see anything was wrong. You had to be happy and easy going and fun and make sure each fan felt special. It was much harder to do that when all he wanted was to get out of there and find someone.
The moment they were in the car (not a limo,thank god), Dorian turned to his manager. "I don't think Aizen's at school. He had to have gotten permission to leave the campus at night. Call and find out where. I don't sound old enough."
The woman frowned. "This is a bad idea. And that isn't my job. We're going to the school and you can see your... friend... when he returns to campus."
"You're going to find out," Dorian corrected. "I need to talk to him. Either you call the school or I call the newspaper and out myself." Dorian crossed his arms over his chest stubbornly. He could be spoiled as hell when he wanted something.
"You wouldn't," the manager snapped. But she took the phone and made the call. Dorian listened with satisfaction as an office worker explained that Aizen was allowed off campus because he was with a classmate who had gone to the hospital. That meant the hospital closest to the school.
But... Fame and public places did not go together well. He took the phone back and texted Aizen again.
|| If you won't come out, I WILL come there. Don't move. -D.
"To the hospital then," he said, settling back in his seat.
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Posted: Tue Jul 13, 2010 6:23 am
 Λ ι z є ɴ • Μ ι ʜ є ᴀ ʟ . [SELF-APPOINTED DISCIPLINARY LEADER]Tightly and s t r o n g l y
I wanted to be e m b r a c e d.
The warmth of overlapping bodies is I M I T A T I O N `•.¸¸.•´´¯`••.¸¸.•´´¯`•´ Aizen recalled Dorian's last words before he hung up. He was pissed at those words. It made it sound like he chose his job over him. Aizen was extremely hurt at that time and was in no mood to go back and recall those days. He hoped and prayed to God that that stupid idiot wouldn't find him. Because if he did, part of him would embrace him and the other part just wanted to kick the s**t out of him.
The tone rang again, jingling annoyingly in his ears. Rather than taking a look at the text, he just deleted it without hesitation. He really didn't want to hear what he had to say. Though he was soon to regret it, not knowing that the boy was coming over right now.`•.¸¸.•´´¯`••.¸¸.•´´¯`•´ To love and be l o v e d
to the point of going m a d
The sweet and burning kiss is I M I T A T I O N  hullothar hullothar
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Posted: Tue Jul 13, 2010 6:39 am
xxxxxxxxxxxxxIn the BRIGHTEST HOURxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxof my DARKEST DAYxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxXXxxxxXx I realizedxxxxxxxxxxxxx[sssWHAT IS WRONG WITH MExxx]▃▃▃ ▄ ▆ ▄ ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃
As they rode to the hospital Dorian dug through his bags, looking for something that would at least make it harder for people to spot him. It wasn’t so much that he disliked his fans, it was just that he didn’t have time for them right then. He didn’t want to be the Nine of Diamonds, he wanted to just be Dorian. Absolutely no part of his job would help him with this situation and if he was forced to smile for someone’s camera phone Aizen would use it as an opportunity to slip away. So he pulled a hat and changed into a dark form fitting turtle neck shirt that would hide the distinctive tattoos along his throat.
No reply. He’d have to go in. Dorian pulled the hat low, throwing his face into indistinct shadow as much as he could. Unfortunately he couldn’t hide much once he was inside. He had to charm one of the hospital staff into telling him where the student from Bell Liberty was being held. Luckily the woman he spoke to was a fan and she giggled out a room number. Aizen would be near there if not still in the room. Just in case he did take a quick look in the cafeteria with no luck.
He didn’t have a lot of time. Rumors would start to circulate before long. Long legs picked up the pace, jogging as silently as he could, watching the numbers along the doors until he came to the right one. He found himself pausing outside the door, suddenly afraid to go in. What was wrong[ with him? It was just a few more steps and he’d be in the same room as Aizen again.
An Aizen who might not want him.
No. No, he didn’t believe that. Aizen was pissed, but he’d get over it in time. Dorian was sure. Or he was pretty sure anyway. He took a breath and pulled the hat off, slipping into the room. He noticed from the corner of his eye that there was a boy dozing in the hospital bed, probably drugged to the gills with painkillers. Dorian had no idea what had happened and he didn’t really care. His eyes were instantly locked on the other boy. “Aizen.”
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Posted: Tue Jul 13, 2010 7:08 am
Λ ι z є ɴ • Μ ι ʜ є ᴀ ʟ . [SELF-APPOINTED DISCIPLINARY LEADER]Tightly and s t r o n g l y
I wanted to be e m b r a c e d.
The warmth of overlapping bodies is I M I T A T I O N `•.¸¸.•´´¯`••.¸¸.•´´¯`•´ Aizen had moved over to Yukio's bedside and was twirling his little brother's white hair whilst he listend to Dion. He smiled every now and again when he said something interesting and frowned when he sid something rather upsetting. Twisting up his white-haired brother's hair while he held his hand, he heard a darkly familiar voice and turned to see Dorian, alive and kicking apparently. "...Dorian." he whispered with wide eyes.
Negative and positive thoughts went through his mind as he waited to see if he wanted to hug him tightly or beat the living s**t out of him. Either way, he found himself walking slowly towards the slightly taller boy and touching his cheek.
'...Yeah, he's not worth hugging right now.' he thought as he looked down. "Dion, cover your eyes, I don't want you to see this." While he wanted to punch his face, he still apparently cared enough to attack him in the lower area: his crotch. Well maybe to Dorian, that wasn't at all caring, but at least he didn't have to wear make-up to cover bruises and scratches.`•.¸¸.•´´¯`••.¸¸.•´´¯`•´ To love and be l o v e d
to the point of going m a d
The sweet and burning kiss is I M I T A T I O N hullotharhullothar
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Posted: Tue Jul 13, 2010 7:21 am
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He smiled faintly at his name, taking a few steps forward until he was just inside the door. He might have been concerned if he’d noticed the way Aizen was playing with Yukio’s hair, but he didn’t really see it. He’d heard the soft murmur of conversation but no real words. The two in bed were not what he’d come there to see. He wasn’t heartless enough to completely dismiss them, giving the one awake at least a cursory nod before turning back to Aizen.
His breath caught at the soft touch. He’d had no idea how much he’d missed that connection until this moment. Aizen knew him, knew him probably better than almost anyone in the world. He wasn’t going to lose that. His own hand rose and twined with Aizen’s fingers and the feel of it managed to be both new and familiar at the same time.
Aaaand then the moment was gone. Aizen seemed to have decided that the situation needed more violence. Well crap. “I would really rather be able to walk to class without a wheelchair,” he said lightly, suppressing a wince. He studied Aizen’s face for a moment longer, keeping a hold of his hand whether he liked it or not. Then he softened and shrugged. “Oh hell. If you’re going to hit me anyway…” The brunette leaned in and found Aizen’s lips in a kiss, using the hand he’d captured to pull him forward.
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Posted: Tue Jul 13, 2010 7:23 am
An artist is a dreamer consenting to dream of the actual world  "You hire it out."Kaito pointed out, trying for a moment to imagine how one even went about hemming. There was a reason why people worked the blue-collar jobs, because SOMEONE had to be able to do these things. He certainly couldn't imagine his mother or someone similar working at their old clothing. She'd just as likely throw something away and buy a new set and tell them she'd worked hours on it. Maybe that's what happened at the hemming shops anyway. It wasn't as if he could tell the difference. Most of his clothing was custom made as it was.
The almost sound of guilt in the red-head's voice as he spoke next pulled a pair of slate orbs towards him. They darkened just a touch as he wondered which particular mistake he was thinking of. Until he realized he was actually feeling insecure. It was not an emotion he was used to feeling. Kaito had NEVER questioned himself, and to suddenly be wondering if Jack was counting dating him as the mistake...was not usual for him. He shook his head and shrugged it off quickly. He refused to think that way. If that was the case the red-head would have left.
Shaking off his feelings he quickly slid into the clothing Jack had offered, his back turned to Jack because some things were too much a temptation. The t-shirt was odd because it went straight over his hair. The pants sat funny, too tight in area's and then baggy in others. The blue haired male wiggled his hips in an attempt to make them fit easier, but it didn't work. He DID end up having to adjust the pants, but he did so by using his shoes and rolling inward so it wouldn't look quite as pathetic. He kept his comfortable black shoes as he couldn't imagine wearing tennis shoes.
When he was done he straightened, adjusting the shirt one last time he turned to face his room mate, and tilted his head. The red-head was watching him with a rather interesting look that had a faint blush rising to his cheeks. He flickered his gaze away briefly and shifted, still uncomfortable in his clothes. He had to admit, as strange as they felt on him...Jack looked just...RIGHT wearing them. While he'd looked incredible in the suit it had somehow not been Jack. This was much more his roommate.
"Well, how do we sneak?"The blue haired artist asked, pushing his hands into the pockets of his jeans and watching his room mate from the corner of his eye so it didn't QUITE look like he was staring. Was this such a good idea? He already felt possessive, and that had been around people he could control...
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Posted: Tue Jul 13, 2010 8:06 am
xxxxxxxxxxʃ ɑ с ҡ . || CITY BOY - SURFER BOY ||
Jack was glad Kaito didn’t call him on the mention of a mistake. It never occurred to him that they might not immediately think of the same incident. For Jack, it was something he’d critically screwed up. Or very nearly critically screwed up. He didn’t like thinking about almost driving Kaito away because he’d been so very jealous that Kaito hadn’t seemed as interested in Jack as the redhead had been in him. Because he thought they were thinking of the same thing, he took the shrug as a sign that the other boy was willing to move past it. Hallelujah. Now he could go back to admiring the way Kaito looked in jeans instead of feeling like he was more of an a** than even he was comfortable with.
“You walk out and try not to attract attention,” Jack answered with a grin, sliding closer. “It’s not so much about hiding behind things as it is looking like part of the background.” Which, come to think of it, might be impossible for Kaito. He’d never seen him do anything without somehow being in the forefront of attention. Or maybe that was just the way Jack remembered things. True, Kaito had done a remarkable job of sidestepping the torrent of hostile emotions when they’d all been up on the roof. He’d stood in front of the freaking door, had blocked Aizen-and-crew’s only way down, and hadn’t even been targeted as best Jack had seen. And even then he’d been paying more attention to Kaito than he’d realized. ********, he didn’t even want to share him with Happy, the other roommate.
He moved behind Kaito so he could wrap his arms around the blur haired boy again. He looked good in Jack’s clothes, though not completely comfortable. This outfit was going to happen again, if Jack had to lace his medium rare to rare steaks with sleeping pills. Probably at a time and place that involved a lot less sharing Kaito with the rest of the world though. Hiking? He’d never really gone hiking seriously. Um… damn, he couldn’t think very well with his cheek pressed against slate colored hair and a soft cheek.
Oh right. Going out.
“Come on,” he said suddenly, twining his fingers lightly with Kaito’s and slipping his wallet into his pocket as he pulled him to the door. “I’ll splurge us a taxi since I don’t actually know where the hell we are.” He yanked the door open and bowed Kaito out with a smirk.
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Posted: Tue Jul 13, 2010 8:30 am
An artist is a dreamer consenting to dream of the actual world "So people who don't care what we're doing...don't see us?"Kaito asked, his voice flat and empty as his eyes despite the arched eyebrow. He really didn't understand this whole sneaking thing, but because it was important to Jack he was willing to do it. So he was supposed to be part of the background, blending in. He wasn't sure that was possible. How was someone supposed to appear to be the same as everyone else? Especially when one has bright red hair and the other exotic blue? He wasn't sure this was going to work, but given his reputation he was fairly certain no one would say anything if they saw them anyway which would give Jack his sense of sneaking.
Arms slipping around him drew his attention away from the thought about how to blend in, causing him to turn his head slightly to catch the edge of Jack's taller shoulder out of the corner of his eye as the other male held him. He had stiffened instinctively, at the first touch but was slowly forcing himself to relax. It wasn't that he didn't enjoy the feeling of Jack that close to him, it was simply that he wasn't used to ANYONE getting that close.
Almost as soon as he'd managed to get his body to relax back into the taller male, the red-head was moving. Linking their fingers in an action that drew slate orbs, with the faintest hint of surprise, towards their hands as he was pulled out the door. He wasn't sure what exactly to do with that so he went with instinct and let his hand close lightly around the other male's.
"I can cover the taxi."The blue haired artist pointed out, already working towards fulfilling Jack's wish. He wanted him to blend in, so he could effectively sneak out. Which meant that the Sorazorashii heir couldn't be recognized. So he did what Kaito did best, he shifted character slightly to fit the new mold. With a little shift of emotion he managed to look softer, younger, and nothing like himself.
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Posted: Tue Jul 13, 2010 8:57 am
xxxxxxxxxxʃ ɑ с ҡ . || CITY BOY - SURFER BOY ||
Jack laughed. Now he wanted to see Kaito blend in just for the sake of seeing Kaito blend in. And yes, there was a part of him that liked the idea of sneaking away without the staff seeing them. Kaito’s reputation followed like lightning, arriving ahead of the heir so it awaited him wherever he went as if it had always been there. Kaito probably didn’t even notice anymore the way the staff catered to him with extreme prejudice, but Jack wanted to get away from that. He didn’t want to get the boardwalk and have the highest member of security waiting to greet them or give a heart attack to whoever was working the ticket booth. So even if it was mostly for fun, there was a point behind it all: outrun Kaito’s reputation.
“Yeah, I know,” Jack shrugged. “But I’m showing you part of my home. So it’s my treat tonight.” There wasn’t room for argument, even if the words were casual. Everything he’d said was true, he did want to be the one to take Kaito out, but his pride was playing up too. He didn’t want it to ever look like he was taking advantage of the other boy’s wealth or position. You couldn’t see all that power and not feel at least a little intimidated. Or inadequate. So he was taking Kaito himself and if he saw the other’s wallet come out he was going to bite him.
He glanced behind him, raising an eyebrow and genuinely impressed. The self important bubble of power that swept aside crowds seemed to have leaked out or at least deflated a little. You couldn’t hide looks like that, but it was better. It was also adorable in a whole new way. Jack grinned. He didn’t bother to change much about himself. People saw what they wanted to see and what they got with him was a simple teen with the usual teenage chip on his shoulder. Except this time he didn’t feel like killing anyone. He had Kaito holding his damn hand. To kill someone he would have had to let go.
He pulled Kaito to the elevator and took it down to the lobby. He moved easily with people that passed by, easily sinking back into that subtle pattern a city holds that lets a native navigate it more easily than it’s visitors ever can. It was like an unspoken protocol no one could ever have explained. Taxis were hovering near the front waiting for just such an opportunity and Jack flagged one down, pulling Kaito in after him.
”Beach Boardwalk,” he said to the driver. There wasn’t any other directions needed. The man nodded and Jack leaned back, idly pushing back a bit of Kaito’s hair from his face. “How do you feel about rollercoasters?”
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Posted: Tue Jul 13, 2010 9:13 am
An artist is a dreamer consenting to dream of the actual world "Alright."Kaito didn't press, because even behind the casual tone he heard the steel in Jack's voice. He was quickly coming to recognize it as the other boy's own stubborn nature coming to the forefront. Between them if they decided to lock on an issue it would only end in war. Given Jack's power over him, however, maybe it would just end in Kaito backing down. It was a depressing thought, but true all the same.
Kaito kept the almost shy aura about himself as he was dragged into the elevator and then down through the lobby. He wasn't sure if he was pulling it off and THAT was why no one seemed to be paying them any attention or it was just that the staff knew better than to ask where the blue haired male was going. With his usual ease he ignored it, Jack seemed satisfied and that was all that he required.
When the red-head glanced back towards him with a almost surprised look on his face, Kaito flashed him a slow, shy smile designed for no other purpose than to draw a reaction from the other male. If he was going to be acting out of character he might as well get some good responses for it.
The pair navigated through the crush of people easily, coming to a stop near the front of the hotel where a line of yellow taxi's waited impatiently to take the tourists to whatever might grab their attention. Jack easily flagged one down and got in before dragging the blue haired male after him. Kaito adjusted his pants once more while Jack gave their destination to the driver, lifting his head only long enough to give a sweet seeming smile to the male before sitting back.
His eyes deadened out almost on instinct when a hand brushed through his hair, before he caught himself and kept his stance relaxed as he turned his gaze towards the red-head next to him. A faint touch of real amusement brushed at the back of his temporarily empty eyes.
"Ambivalent, I suppose. I've never been on one."The blue haired artist shrugged slightly, his tone light, it was an odd combination of the real him and the act he was putting on in order to sneak. He leaned forward slightly towards Jack's ear, the one facing away from the driver, and spoke in his more normal, flat tone.
"How long are we supposed to be sneaking?"
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Posted: Tue Jul 13, 2010 9:34 am
Λ ι z є ɴ • Μ ι ʜ є ᴀ ʟ . [SELF-APPOINTED DISCIPLINARY LEADER]Tightly and s t r o n g l y
I wanted to be e m b r a c e d.
The warmth of overlapping bodies is I M I T A T I O N `•.¸¸.•´´¯`••.¸¸.•´´¯`•´ When his hands were he was tempted to go ahead and hold him, but as one already saw, his anger got the best of him. Just as Aizen was about to pick him up and kick him out into the hall, the pop star pulled him downwards and his lips crashed against his. Aizen stared blankly at the wall, before closing his eyes and kissed him back with a strong passion.
That moment didn't last long as he quickly pulled away and backed up to his brother's bed. "What the hell's wrong with you?!"`•.¸¸.•´´¯`••.¸¸.•´´¯`•´ To love and be l o v e d
to the point of going m a d
The sweet and burning kiss is I M I T A T I O N hullotharhullothar
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Posted: Tue Jul 13, 2010 9:41 am
xxxxxxxxxxʃ ɑ с ҡ . || CITY BOY - SURFER BOY ||
When Jack turned around and saw that look he nearly ran into the wall. He actually physically bumped against the side of the hallway and had to catch himself, jerking his head back to look in front of him and then back at Katio again. His emotions seemed unable to catch up with what he’d just seen, couldn’t figure out how they were supposed to react to it. He had a certain picture of Kaito and that look just didn’t fit. It was… just… urgh, why was this guy so good at shutting his brain down? It wasn’t fair. That look wasn’t fair. Kaito wasn’t allowed to be attractive in so many different ways. He had a hard enough time dealing with being this wrapped up in one person without accidentally tripping all over himself over a freaking expression.
It was a relief to sit down in the taxi. He stretched his legs out in front of him and smiled faintly when the young man with him reacted slightly to the touch. It wasn’t quite a complimentary reaction, but he did like that he’d gotten something from it. And he’d also killed that shy look for a moment. He still didn’t know what to do about it.
]“Never been on one,” he repeated slowly, lowering his chin and raising his eyebrows. “That’s it. I’m not sharing a cab back with you until you’ve been on a roller coaster.” Come to think of it, it wasn’t completely surprising. Nothing in what little (very little) he knew of Kaito’s background suggested he’d been encouraged to go to anything like a theme park. Which meant it was Jack’s job to make the night fun enough to make up for the lost time. It was an opportunity he relished.
He grinned as Kaito whispered in his ear. “Be yourself. You’re fine. I just wanted out of the hotel.” It was so easy to move a few inches and kiss Kaito so of course he did. The taxi driver either couldn’t see or didn’t care because he didn’t react. Most cab drivers had probably seen far worse and stranger.
The flashing neon and bright lights against the darkness soon rose up in front of them. Bells and screams and horns and the roar of wheels on tracks were audible even through the rolled up windows. Jack leaned forward and pushed a few bills at the driver as he rolled up to a drop off curb, nudging Kaito out into the chaos. First, ticked booth. Then absolutely anything.
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Posted: Tue Jul 13, 2010 10:07 am
An artist is a dreamer consenting to dream of the actual world Kaito made a mental note to remember and use an expression like the one from the lobby more often. Jack's reaction had been perfect. It was a different urge than his normal one to upset someone's balance, throwing them off and making it easier to manipulate them. Something about throwing Jack off made him react in very solid ways and he enjoyed it way to much. So despite how dangerous it might be he had every intention of doing it again, because the reaction had been priceless. He'd just keep him away from walls next time.
The blue haired male brought his attention back to the moment as Jack repeated his statement about rollercosters as if it was the greatest tragedy that had ever occurred. His family didn't do theme parks, what was the point? As far as Kaito had seen of them they seemed like noise, over populated, dirty places with no real value. Again, he was breaking a tradition simply because Jack wanted to. He arched an eyebrow slightly.
"What's so impressive about them?"Kaito drawled, having accepted Jack's telling him it was alright to be himself once more. Almost instantly his empty, ice-tinted presence swam back into place and locked. Hence his tone when he asked was the empty one as he pulled back and watched the violet eyes across from him until a bright light drew his slate orbs out the window.
A touch of what might have been apprehension lightened his slate orbs as the loud noises came through the closed doors and the lights flashed like Christmas lights on crack. Kaito might not have gotten out had he not been nudged by the red head. He was back to thinking this was a bad idea as he adjusted his jeans as he stepped away from the taxi and was almost instantly swamped by people pushing towards a large area that read 'tickets' in glowing neon above it.
In natural self defense, Kaito's '******** off' aura went up by about ten notches as his arms crossed over his chest. What he didn't realize was that outside of his suit his presences went from someone with a lot of money one doesn't get near and into punk that you avoided because he might beat you up and steal your lunch money. He might have been slightly offended to have his actions interpreted that way.
"Which one's the rollercoster?"The blue haired artist asked, raising his voice to be heard above the crowd as he turned his head slightly to find the red-head with glacial slate orbs.
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