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 Posted: Wed Jun 08, 2005 8:36 pm
"Ha, and then the sponsers would wonder how, come match time, I was covered in bruises. It's all right, I always manage." Seth unlocks the door and they go into the room. The tennis player heads straight for the washroom, to have a nice hot shower.
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Posted: Wed Jun 08, 2005 8:38 pm
Merc sets down the tennis bag and goes into his own bag and randomly pulls out a cookbook.
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Posted: Wed Jun 08, 2005 8:41 pm
After a rather short (for seth) shower, he comes out with a towel around his waist and promptly colapses on his stomach on the bed, falling asleep almost immediately.
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Posted: Wed Jun 08, 2005 8:44 pm
Merc blushes when he looks over and notices that Seth is wearing only a towel and is collapsed on the bed. He tries very hard not to stare at the other man's finely shaped bum and slowly walks over. He takes the sheet and pulls it over Seth, up to his waist. He then goes back and makes some food.
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Posted: Wed Jun 08, 2005 8:45 pm
Sethos sleeps like the dead.
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Posted: Wed Jun 08, 2005 8:46 pm
When he's done, he lets the food sit in the oven to keep warm. He climbs onto Seth's bed and studies him. He resists the urge to trace the wings drawn so delicately on Seth's back and sighs. Why was life so hard sometimes?
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Posted: Wed Jun 08, 2005 8:48 pm
Sethos wakes up, pretty much automatically rolling over onto his back. He blinks, looking up at the catboy, with the kind of stupid expression one only achieves after just recently regaining conciousness.
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Posted: Wed Jun 08, 2005 8:50 pm
Merc almost falls backward when Seth wakes up. He tries to cover up the fact that he'd definitely been staring. "I um... the food was ready... I was just about to wake you up..."
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Posted: Wed Jun 08, 2005 8:51 pm
"Oh." Sethos rubs his eyes slightly and yawns... then realizes that he's only in a towel and that that might not be the smartist idea ever, "I'm going to get dressed first."
He heads into the washroom to do just that.
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Posted: Wed Jun 08, 2005 8:57 pm
Merc takes the food out of the oven and sets two plates. He grabs milk for the both of them, hoping that Seth likes it.
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Posted: Wed Jun 08, 2005 9:00 pm
Sethos comes out, dressed in good clothes for his meeting with the sponsers that night, even though it's way early for that. He's probably not going to do much more practicing unless he wants to do something stupid like throw out his shoulder. He sits down to eat, pleased to find the lunch as good as the breakfast, "If your job making those studded things doesn't work out, you could become a caterer."
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Posted: Wed Jun 08, 2005 9:01 pm
Merc laughs. "I'm not that good!" he says. "You look nice..."
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Posted: Wed Jun 08, 2005 9:03 pm
"I have that meeting with the sponsers later tonight, and I'm probably not going to do anymore practicing today." He takes a sip of the milk.
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Posted: Wed Jun 08, 2005 9:04 pm
Merc nods. He eats his food too.
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Posted: Wed Jun 08, 2005 9:06 pm
Sethos finishes up his food and milk rather quickly, then he rubs his shoulder again, testing it out with his fingers to see how much or little damage he'd done. Doesn't seem like anything serious at all, and it should be fine again by his first match, thankfully.
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