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 Posted: Mon Feb 19, 2007 7:25 pm
The park. When Marlow arrived at it, there was something about it all that bothered him. No one had ever told him exactly -where- in the park he should meet Will - or, if Kev had actually mentioned it, he had been so preoccupied with the fact that the upright British boy said yes that he pretty much ignored everything else. He grabbed both sides of his head for a moment in a state of panic, but quickly regained his composure. He would simply wait on the corner closest to the school. Now all he had to worry about was appearances.
His backpack pulled on his suit funny, but it wasn’t as though he could just ditch it. Hair was alright, his zipper was up, his hands were... empty. Well, that wouldn’t do. Next to him was a lovely flower bush, and after looking around him for any apparent authority figures, he plucked one yellow daisy from it. Of course it looked suspicious, him having a flower that looked exactly the same as the blooms next to him, but Marlow never stressed the small details. When Will came, he’d be dazzled and joyous indeed.
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Posted: Mon Feb 19, 2007 7:34 pm
((But Kev wrote the adress down for him. 8D;;;; ))
Initially, Kev was in quite the uppity, positive additude. However, as the minutes ticked away, the younger of the twins became increasingly irked. Had it... just been some sort of cheap trick meant to embarrass him-- Will?! He certainly hoped not because if so then Marlow was gonna get--
And yet somehow Kev didn't think so. Marlow seemed much too honest and simple a person to do something so under-handed as that, particularly since the bleach-haired American had seemed ever so eager to go out with Will... A small frown graced the blonde's lips and, for a moment, he allowed his posture to go slack. However, he soon resumed Will's usual un-slouched position.
He... didn't think Marlow would have stood him--Will up. That was much too dangerous.... But... perhaps he could have... lost... track of time? Which would mean he had likely forgotten about... Will. Which meant he would likely be chatting up some nervous freshmen at school. Well... it was worth a try, at least.
And so, his confedence taking a severe knocking, the Kev-pretending-to-be-Will made his way back to school, keeping his eyes peeled for the other.
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Posted: Mon Feb 19, 2007 7:43 pm
Minutes passed, and as the boy waited on the corner, he began to wonder if he was just being blown off. Suddenly, Marlow felt an icy trickle down the back of his spine, as if someone was thinking incredibly negative thoughts about him - negative thoughts that went beyond what he considered to be “playful displeasure” that radiated from Will. Slowly, he turned around, then spotted Kev - or, as he was meant to assume, Will - and his eyes widened before his smile did, and he approached the other boy quickly. “I’m sorry!” he apologized, “Were you waiting long? I’m sorry. But I’m so glad to see you came! When I talked to you at lunch, you kinda seemed like you forgot all about it. Please don’t be mad at me. Here, this is for you.” Not missing a beat, Marlow extended a hand and offered the daisy, which was beginning to look a tad wilted from all of his playing with it.
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Posted: Mon Feb 19, 2007 7:48 pm
The supposed "Will" turned as he heard a highly familiar voice to see the aproaching Marlow. He had to stop himself from smiling. Instead, he kept that same, rather cold and distant expression on his pale features. His eyes locked on the other, noting the changed in his clothes... and then the flower. He was rather tempted to laugh, but didn't because that seemed most un-Will-like.
"...We were supposed to meet in the park," he pointed out in a fair immitation of his brother's rather detatched voice, his bright blue eyes meeting the other's. Once Kev got started, he found it increasingly easy to act as his brother. He had known him his entire life, after all, and he was an actor.
After a moment's hesitation, he took the flower, is brow's wrinkling slightly in what was unmistakably confusion. "A... wilted flower. How... nice," he remarked dryly, this time working very hard to keep his expression straight. However, none of this supressed emotion showed on his face.
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Posted: Mon Feb 19, 2007 7:57 pm
“Well... I’m on the corner -outside- of the park, so that’s pretty close to where I’m supposed to be, right?” Marlow looked hopeful, but didn’t take any time to even consider Will having a negative reaction. He had to remain upbeat about the whole scenario, but when he saw the other boy’s reaction to the flower, he frowned a little. For a second, he thought that it was going to be slapped out of his hand. “I’ll... get you a better gift next time, I promise.” The assumption that there would be -another- date was blatant, and unapologetic. “So, what would you like to do?” His tardiness and forgetfulness was brushed aside - it would be best to change the topic quickly, after all.
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Posted: Mon Feb 19, 2007 8:05 pm
"Will" twiddled the flower between his thumb and for-finger, watching as it twisted back and forth in his grasp. He shrugged slowly, glancing up for a moment before his eyes returned to the yellow floral. Acting like Will was kind of... depressing. But couldn't let that get himself down, now, could he? No, of course not! After all, he was on a date with his major crush (although his crush thought Kev was his twin).
After a moment's deliberation, he put the flower carefully in his front pants pocket so that the head popped out from there. It wasn't exactly a "Will" thing to do, but Kev didn't want to hurt the other's feelings by throwing it away or something like that.
"I... don't know." He had almost said "dunno," which was most deffinately not a Will thing to say. His eyes strayed back up to the other's. "I thought... you'd have this planned out or something. You seem to do... this sort of thing a lot," he said with a small shrug. However, in fact, Kev's mind was already at work. There was a particular cafe that he was very fond of....
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Posted: Mon Feb 19, 2007 8:16 pm
“This sort of thing? Why, not me.” While it was true that Marlow escorted many a comely lass and lad in his short life, he didn’t like to think that he did it -a lot-. “Besides, Sir,” he added the title a bit playfully, his smile returning in a blinding white flash, “I want to make sure you have a good time, so we may as well do the things you like to do.” Marlow fully expected to be pulled along to a library or museum or some other place filled with dust and dullness, but he dared not say this aloud. Whatever Will wanted to do, they would do. He was just going to enjoy going along for the ride. Noticing the flower in the other boy’s pocket, he beamed with pride. Will liked him! Well, at least a little bit.
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Posted: Mon Feb 19, 2007 8:23 pm
He nodded slowly, biting his lip slightly in a motion the other would likely detect as "un-Will-like," but decided that he didn't much care. He supposed if he pretended... pretended to be Will, but letting his guard down slightly... then maybe Marlow might have a better time and Kev hismelf would have more fun. He reached out, then, having made his decision, and took the other's wrist in his hand before tugging him along. He didn't bother to tell Marlow where they were going, either, because he decided it would be more... "fun" that way.
The library would have been Will's obvious choice (or someplace else that was equally boring). But Kev... didn't want to spend his precious time with the other in such a spot. And so, his mind made up, Kev led the submissive (for now) teen along until they reached a small, but elaborate cafe set about all in reds. It seemed like a nice place and was surrounded with many plants - most of them meant to attract butterflies or humingbirds. He stopped, then, and glanced up at the sign, which merely had a logo of a blue-lined butterfly on it.
"This place is nice..." he said as a way of an explanation.
((G'night, love.))
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Posted: Tue Feb 20, 2007 5:49 pm
A touch of pink swept across Marlow’s cheek as his hand was taken, and he had no choice but to follow, his mind both blank and yet full of speculation about where Will was taking him - the destinations in his head ranging from the earlier mentioned library to more risque destinations, such as a hotel or those secret sex clubs that his American friends told him were all over Britain. Needless to say, he was a bit surprised at the location they ended up, and he stared at the pretty little sign for several moments before he stated plainly “You’re weird.”
“But that’s okay! I like you that way,” Marlow cleared his position up, offering the other boy a pat on the back. He didn’t want to upset or embarrass Will (or who he thought was Will), before they even got a chance to begin. “Let’s go in. I’m starving.”
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Posted: Tue Feb 20, 2007 6:00 pm
The supposed "Will" glanced over at the other, a small frown wrinkling across his brow as he asked, "You don't... like cafes? Perhaps you would rather go to the library?" If he were acting himself, now most deffinately would have been the time for a very cheeky grin -- but for now he was Will and although the smile was modified, it was still there. His bright eyes glimmered with a light humor before he led the other inside.
The interior of the cafe was just as neat as the outside - all in shades of lovely reds. "We'll eat outside, since the weather is actually clear for once," Kev decided as they approached the house manager. She nodded and led them out to a pretty table on the edge of the patio near the garden. Kev sat down at the seat and took a menu, glancing it over.
((Be back in a bit! Must eat! :3 ))
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Posted: Tue Feb 20, 2007 6:18 pm
“No, no!” the boy was quick to usher away any thoughts that he wasn’t satisfied with the choice. There were some decisions, however, that confused him. “The patio? Well, okay!” He beamed with joy, perhaps because it seemed so unlike Will to want to sit someplace where he could be -seen- having a date with Marlow. All this time, he had suspected that the other boy was a bit shy, or barring that, at least very private. He sat down at the little table across Kev, and smiled at the twin before picking up his own menu. “Kev gave me a deeeeeeelicious sandwich for lunch, but I haven’t eaten anything except that all day.”
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Posted: Tue Feb 20, 2007 6:56 pm
((*cough*the patio is in back *cough* and surrounded by shrubs and butterfly weed and such *coughcough*))
Kev glanced up at the other, working hard not to grin. He really was quite pleased that Marlow had enjoyed his sandwhich. Instead, however, he merely nodded. "Yes... he is a very good cook," he replied slowly as he perused the menu.
Now for the fun part. Kev was an expert at making himself look utterly appealing without seeming as if he was trying to do so. It just came to him naturally. The blonde's lips puckered together slightly as he read the menu, all the time intently aware of the other as to see his reaction. From an outside view point, it would simply look as if the bright-eyed teen were merely mouthing the named of various choiced on the menu, rather than trying to seduce his date.
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Posted: Tue Feb 20, 2007 7:16 pm
((I knew that, I was just testing. And I meant... uh... spy satellites. LEMME ALONE! crying I've had a rough week! I don't know why I keep getting confused in this RP, it's so SIMPLE too!))
Marlow studied his own menu a little bit more seriously, but as he glanced up to his date to get an opinion, he found his words forgotten and his eyes mesmerized by those softly writhing lips. He looked away for a moment, then back to his menu, though he couldn’t help but stare again, as such a delicate motion served to be electrifying. It was very difficult to concentrate on deciding on an order at all. Beneath the table, he began to move his foot around slowly until his leg brushed against Kev’s, and he initiated a good natured game of “footsie” to remind “Will” of his interest.
When the waiter arrived again, Marlow was a tad startled, and his voice cracked as he looked back over to his date. “Um, order for me?” He couldn’t remember a thing that was on the menu now, and he thought it would turn out badly if he just picked something out randomly.
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Posted: Tue Feb 20, 2007 8:51 pm
((It's alright, Cammy, Shh, it's alright. <3 ))
Once again, Kev had to stop his usual grin from forming, as well as his insipient giggle, at the other's response to Kev's lip maneuvers. It was only the beginning, after all, and Marlow was already mesmerized. He leaned over slightly, providing the other with a small view of his neckline and collarbone, which would otherwise have remained unseen. "Mmmm... I think I'll have the fruit sallad... and he'll have this," he said, gesturing down at the space where the menu described the house's soup and sallad for the day. It seemed like a Will sort of choice (although, really, Kev tended to decide all Will's food because he always made it for him). "And I'll have a glass of orange juice," he added after a moment's pause.
The waitress nodded, smiling, and took their menus from them as she retreated to give their orders to the cook.
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Posted: Wed Feb 21, 2007 3:38 pm
Well, as it seemed, Marlow would be getting a surprise later, but he was sure that Will wouldn’t order something he didn’t like. ...That wasn’t entirely true, given he was fully aware of the more straight laced twin’s demeanor, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t dream. He wasn’t thinking about eating right now anyway. With every flash of flesh, every sensual movement, Marlow knew he was being played with, manipulated to react a certain way - but he still couldn’t help it.
He wasn’t as good at the whole “being sexy” thing as the twins were, he was the type who got away with just being cute and playful, with a grin that could con St. Peter. He wore that smile now happily, though occasionally he tilted his gaze away shyly. Too many little movements to tantalize his imagination would likely end with him sitting where he was for a long, long time while he calmed down. “So, do you come here a lot?”
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