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Where have you been?? - Roxy and Mrrh

It all senses it wasn't her fault she was an attention *****, it wasn't like everyone else hadn't help contribute to that. Since the time of her 'birth' the blonde had always had someone around to be with her. Weither it be Gera, Kay or Mrrh...now even Ryuusei was contributing to her rather selfish ways of wanting or rather needing attention.

Still getting adjusted to the fact she was being left alone from time to time, she would try and make do on those days by distracting herself by practicing her dancing or working on her singing. SHe had discovered remixes of Gaga's songs and so had figured out she could sing in that similar fashion as well...though it didn't sound nearly as pretty as the original songs in her opinion...they did have a good beat. Good for dancing anyway.


She had been working on some new dances moves she had studied in Gaga's newest music video Alejandro when her ears perked to the sound of the front door opening. OH MAI. SOmeone was here! Twisting her body she belined for the stairs, maybe it was Kay! She hadn't seen him since her first awkward meeting since her growth. She had begun to wonder if she was just being a pest to him...despite their conversation she hadn't gotten a phone call...or an invite for that sleep over she had so coyly suggested. Plus...kareoke....she had so been looking forward to do that.

Well after giving Kay a good pounce she would lecture him on how one shouldn't ignore a girl! Especially a girl like her!

"Kaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay!" She sing songed as she skipped the stairs two at a time her hand gripping the railing as she finally made it down her green eyes searching the front room for the dark skinned boy she so hoped was here.

Okay so it wasn't Kay, though the dark skinned, stitched lipped male was another of her close friends,

"MRRRRRRRRRHOHMYGODWHEREHAVETYOUBEEN??" she cried out in a rush as she then went to pounce her friend, it would of been the first time he'd of seen her since her growth!

Red eyes jerked up to meet Roxy's widening slightly as suddenly he was tackeled most uncomfertably to the ground, a a sharp intake of breath as she hugged him unaware of the healing wounds on his chest and neck. He stiffened, unsure if he should push her away or just try and tolerate the sudden pain.

"Ah..ha...hey Roxy," He started voting to push her away as the sudden DUR pain tended to equal a relaspe and his anchor Anon was not here. The blonde looked surprised at being pushed away, oh...maybe she was too heavy.

"Mrrh! Where have you been??" She demanded as she went to slip off of him to sit on the ground though her hand was on his leg a worried expression on her face. "Silver has been so worried! So have I!" She restated as she then punched his leg, in a teasing and yet serious manner.

Mrrh flinched withdrawing his leg from her and tucking it in a cross legged fashion, since it seemed unlikely that he would be escaping her too quickly he withdrew his scarred arm into his cape.

"Around.." He started to reply lamely only to earn a glare from the older girl. Jeeze...it was so weird. She was older now...prettier. He wasn't really finding himself attracted to her, but there was that undeniable urge of lingering with his eyes.

"Don't even START that with me!" She snapped, her normally happy cheery face was frowning, stern as she was lecturing him. "I've been worried sick! We've been worried sick!" She corrected herself as she added Ryuusei into her lecture. Her green eyes roamed over the boy as if to make sure he was intact, he was wearing strange clothes...a hoodie she had never seen him in, though her eyes latched onto the tip of white gauze on his throat.

She leaned in dangerously, her hand landing on his leg as she tried to get a better look.

"Are you hurt??" She asked sounding worried though Mrrh only tried to back up some. What was with boys?? They all suddenly didn't want to be near her??? It hurt.

The tanned boy was trying to lean back from her, the unwanted attention was the reason he hadn't wanted to run into her.
"It's nothing.." He rumbeled as he tried to push Roxy gently away and go to stand up,
"Lier, that indeed is something...." She grumbeled back at him as she went to stand up, "What happened? Were you attacked? Is that why you havn't been home? Silver will be so happy so see you! I wonder if he is back yet from his coin hunt.." She started a million miles a minute and Mrrh finally went to grab the girl, his hands holding onto her shoulders tightly.

"Stop it Roxy.. just..stop it." He hissed, the sudden change in attitude caused the girl to go silent for once. She stared at him, he had...never gotten angry at her before.
"Look..." He started though he didn't release her shoulders, as if he was trying to stop himself from doing something. His hands were shaking, she didn't understand why.

"Roxy..I'm not coming home...I'm leaving. I'm going to go live somewhere else.." He started though his words were beggining to break up some.

"But.."

"No..Roxy just..I can't stay here anymore...okay?" He was trying to explain it without going in detail but seeing her hurt expression made it twist in his stomach. <******** was in a shop full of sharp things.

"Mrrh..why.."

"Just because okay? I can't stay here anymore...I.." He pushed himself away from her and stood up, he didn't need his stuff...coming back here was just...a horrible idea. Turning away he was stopped when he felt a smaller slender hand grab his own.

"Mrrh! You can't just go! What is wrong? what happened? You've changed..." She pleaded though he merly ripped his hand away from hers. That hand went to his face as if a headache had suddenly launched itself upon him.

"I...Roxy I'm going. I am not coming back..." Mrrh stated as he turned and went to, "Dont look for me..." He stated in a rush as he then vacated the premises rather hurriedly. Leaving the blonde dumbfounded.

part 2

Discovering Feelings - Rp done over AIM with Enoh

Reserved

Building Rooms - AIM rp with Enoh

It had been a few weeks since Mrrh's little confession, and ever since then Anon had been planning on finally getting around to building the rooms he'd thought about several times before.

The two events were probably unrelated.

It had taken another day or two to get the tools; luckily for everyone involved Anon had assisted in building a once-destroyed shed when he was younger. The Zombies had destoyed it, and it ended up being mostly just him that rebuilt it; the skills were transferrable, it seemed. The twins were left with Jack, who had apparently taken them back to his own home for the night, a little sleepover with Uncle Jack and the game systems. That left Anon alone with his project; he didn't know where Mrrh was at the moment. So, in his blissfull solitude, he started to build more on the wooden frames he had constructed thus far.


The dark skinned teen had been made aware that rooms were being built, and to be honest he had two ..right hands when it came to building anything. Granted he had never tried to before...but given the way he tended to view the world he was probably inept at it. Just like his confession to Anon. He still hadn't been sure about what was expected since he had confessed liking Anon.
As he had requested they had gone back to sleeping together, the first couple of nights Mrrh had laid awake unsure and paranoid about expectations. He soon discovered ..there weren't really any to be had. This had him relieved and slightly frusterated. Not that they would of been able to do anything with the twins around.
"Want help?" He asked as he opened the door leading into the crypt. He had gone to pick up the non sharp objects (which were rather few) but he had wanted to be helpful.

Looked over his shoulder when he heard the door open, staring from the shadow of his hood, a couple nails held securely in his mouth. Despite the dusty work that was building, he wasn't wearing protective anything; nor was he wearing different clothes. If a hammer fell on him he'd probably not feel it; if he pierced his hand he'd get better. Big deal. Nothing here was heavy enough to crush his feet beyond repair so he didn't feel the need to wear anything than he usually did. Plus, digging graves was a much dirtier job.

Still, he saw Mrrh, and the nails in his mouth shifted as his lips moved to smile. Help, sure, but something that wasn't able to hurt him easily. Hmm...After a moment, Anon leaned back and despite his better judgement, took the nails from his mouth, along with a handful of others from his pocket, and held them out at arms length for the other man to take.

Mrrh looked to the offered hand and then slowly went to put his back of goods down and reached for them. It was a symbol, that Anon trusted he wasn't going to do anything stupid with those nails. HIs hand shook only a moment until he felt the weight in his palm and then brought them to his chest.
"So I will take that as a yes?" He asked with a chuckle.

Mrrh couldn't see it, but Anon rolled his eyes. He nodded though, which was something he was sure Mrrh could and would see. A couple more swings of the hammer - the noise echoing very loudly around the crypt - and the nail was drive perfectly in place, where he could step back a moment. The hammer was shoved into a pocket, and a gloved hand went to grip his own shoulder, rubbing it lightly. He'd woken up not to long ago; his limbs were still a little stiff from a mild case of night rigor mortis.

'Strange not having the twins here.' He signed once he could, his fingers a little stiff but loosening up fast.

Anon found himself beaming at the question, nodding enthusiastically in response. Yes, yes he did like the pictures. They were adorable! He'd never tried drawing before; he was pretty sure the twins were fantastic artists. ready for the big leagues as far as he was concerned; which didn't mean much. His eye for talent went about as far as his dress style.

'They told me you are a good teacher.' He signed, reaching out to point at a nail, then holding his palm up to take it. Because Mrrh was here didn't mean he could slack! It seemed he'd either blocked out the little make out session they'd had the last time they were alone down here; either that or it didn't phase him.

Mrrh felt his face grow hot and he looked away using a free hand to scratch at his cheek before offering the nail to him.
"Ah..I dunno if i did that well..I mean a real teacher would of gone over everything right?" He instantly dismissed the praise, "I guess though I can keep teaching themthings..if they want me to...not that I would be the best choice.." he continued his rambling before trying to refocus on other things. Swallowing he peered at Anon and then shifted again. Things had gone back to the way things were since his confession..he briefly wondered if he should make a move.

Anon took the nail, and after digging the hammer from his pocket, he pounded it into the wood. He was about to hold out his hand for another one when he heard the dismissal in Mrrh's tone. Shaking his head, the hammer was set on the ground instead.

'They want you because they like you. I can not teach them these things...You are the best choice.' He signed for Mrrh, a little smile on his face. 'I appreciate what you do for them, I know it is not easy to have them around. Thank you.'

It didn't matter how much Anon told him otherwise, Mrrh would always feel there was someone better suited. After all he was a teenager covered in scars he did to himself. Swallowing he watched as Anon poundedin another nail, it was done perfectly, and he felt a smidge jealous over that. He knew argueing with Anon would be fruitless, he didn't see himself as worthy though Anon said and believed otherwise.
"So...Anon.." He started though the subject of conversation was probably going to make him dissapointed, "Why the sudden need to build the twins a room?"

Anon snagged another couple of nails from Mrrh, thinking nothing of pounding them into place. With this board done, he gave it a hefty tug or two; it didn't budge. Yay! Now the skeleton was complete; they just needed to haul the dry wall in, and evenaully have Jack or someone else in here to do the electrical stuff. THAT was something Anon couldn't do yet, sadly. Oh well. Mrrh had his attention again, and for a moment he frowned, thinking the conversation was going to take a very different route.

'Privacy.' He signed simply; there were two rooms being built, one for each twin. Anon fully intended on sleeping where he always had; the cubby was more comforting to him than any other place in the world. 'I thought you were going to start talking about leaving again.' He signed again, to explain his earlier frown.

Mrrh looked at him giving a surprised expression before looking tot he ground. "I promised didn't I?" He muttered mostly to himself before he shifted on the spot and then finally looked up and forced a smile on his face. He went to pat the beam Anon had been working on before he rest his hand against it.
"I'm not going anywhere...I need you in my life." He stated simply before he patted the beam again and then turned to Anon. Carefully he went to place the nails down somewhere they wouldn't be troden on or accidentally dumped all over the floor.
"What makes you think I would leave?"

Anon nodded. Yes, yes Mrrh did promise. But still; Mrrh had promised something similar when they first started living together, but even then he nearly left once. Well. Twice, if you count the sleeping separately for a time thing. Still, what made him think that? Hm.

'You rarely start conversations like that.' Anon pointed out, taking a break apparently. He moved to stand near Mrrh and the beam he had just finished. 'It is my one biggest fear when it comes to you.'

Mrrh shifted a bit moving the weight from one foot to the next. Apparantly he seemed to fidget when he felt uncomfertable or was unsure, at least he wasn't scratching his scars just yet.
Rubbing the back of his head he looked to Anon and then away the faint blush creeping over his cheeks.
"Well I am not leaving...quite the opposite..I just...wanted.." Mrrh was so terrible with words...or putting his feelings to words, afriad of the results from speaking up.
"To kiss you is all.." He mumbeled rather quickly.

As always, it was very hard to tell what Anon was thinking. His lips had settled into a neutral pose, and he wasn't moving enough to indicate what he was feeling one way or the other. But just because his body language didn't give it off didn't mean he was nervous; he wasn't used to being in this situation. Despite having experienced it before, it was something way out of his norm; he was nervous, he was uncomfortable, but at the same time he had to admit he liked it. It was the only thing that made him like those nervous and uncomfortable feelings, actually. It was the only thing that categorized them as 'good'.

'You...do not have to ask, if you want to...' He signed slowly, now biting his bottom lip, scratching the back of his neck with his gloved hands.

He nodded his head, he knew he didn't have to ask but at the same time felt the need to. He didn't want to scare Anon by moving too quickly and since it required his face rather close to Anon's he didn't want him to panic about his hood falling either.
"I know..I just don't want you to get nervous...I know you don't like your hood...being messed with." He explained even if he had seen Anon's face before...he knew how uncomfertable Anon was at risking others seeing it.
Not to mention at this current moment it seemed a bit in appropriate for a makeout session...if it got to that. He somehow doubted it...
Ah, well, that was a good point. He didn't think about that, how unusual for him! His hood was usually the first thing he thought of, almost always. The hand on his neck moved to tweak the bit of hood that fell over his eyes, his lips twisting thoughtfully. Well...they were alone, right? The doors were closed, they were heavy doors; he could put the hood back up if he heard them. He shifted a bit, one foot to the next, and then, slowly, he grabbed the rim of his hood and pulled it back from his face, letting it fall back.

He squinted a bit in the stronger more direct light, his corpse-like blue gaze shooting between Mrrh and the floor; not because he didn't want to look or because he was nervous, but because it was bright. 'I should...get used to it...for you.' Because Mrrh showed him a lot of trust, he should show it back right?

It still threw him off, not because he didn't like Anon's face, it was just a bit to get accustomed too when all you ever saw was the rim of his hood. He figured the light must be bright for him and then he moved to stand in the way so at least Anon woudn't have to squint as badly, he reached out to put a hand on Anon's shoulder gently,
"Do you mind?" He inquired his free hand going to lightly brush against his stitches. He normally didn't mind the things...but when it came to this he just found them annoying. His heart was already racing and they hadn't done anything yet...that was just how much Anon effected him.