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 Posted: Fri May 20, 2011 8:28 pm
A part of Chance lit up, wondering, his empty mind thinking about the whereabouts of the Pockettu. How the normally behaved Pockettu acted. He was his.. friend. At least he thought so. All he understood was that apparently looking up to the other male was okay. That enough was okay with Chance. He didn't have enough chances to understand much else. Even if he did, he probably couldn't anyway. That was Chance after all (once again). An empty body, waiting to be rescued and filled with the thing called.. emotions? Yes, that's what they were called. He curled into himself a little more, his head hurting a little from thinking so much. Thinking .. He wanted to get used to it.
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Posted: Sun May 22, 2011 8:51 pm
 Fond of all things beautiful, Lacrymos saw the bright day as a perfect opportunity to take a stroll. He wasn't going to go very far or for very long, but a certain bright and white Pockettu caught his attention.
"Is that Chance?" He pondered and decided to followed through, making his way over to the small pockettu. Noting the shy and awkward posture, he was sure that it was Chance. In the time he's spent with Chance, he realized that the albino had a rather crippling shyness about him. It was almost endearing, but Lacrymos made his best effort to give Chance some confidence, if anything. Realizing that he's perhaps the least likely candidate for doing so, Lacrymos wanted to make the best of his friendship with Chance.
Walking up to him, Lacrymos smiled and leaned closer, making sure he blocked the sun from Chance's view, as best as he can (considering Lacrymos is actually very short for Pockettu size).
"Why hello again~" he said and chuckled. It always happened that he met this little shy Pockettu by chance.[Hey, I'm not going to go OOC very often, but is it okee if you can make the font color a little more visible @u@;? It kinda was hard to read what was going on xD Thank you! <3]
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Posted: Sun May 22, 2011 10:05 pm
Chance flinched lightly as he heard a familiar voice, and looked up to see the very green-clad gentleman that had haunted his thoughts, standing in the way of the blinding sun for him. He looked away a bit when addressed, but slowly held out his hand like he always did, eyes darting from the floor, to Lacrymos, and then back to the ground that grew ever so interesting it seemed to the albino by the second, as the poor shy boy tried to adjust to the presence of his friend. It was strange, never knowing how to react or act to anything. It wasn't scary. No, someone like Chance didn't feel things like fear for petty issues or rejection. It was just strange. Something Chance wasn't used to, and couldn't get used to easily. Looking up again, he wondered why Lacrymos' lips were always curved up. His never moved from their neutral state, and it made him all the more curious what it meant. Everything anyone did confused him, and made him curious though, so perhaps this was nothing unusual.
In a brief attempt to understand, he reached up and touched his own pale, colorless lips with the sleeve of his strait jacket, and tilted his head at Lacrymos, red eyes blinking as if asking him about his smile, but then in shyness, he removed his sleeve from his lips and kept his other hand held out for a shake, and eyes diverted to the side, not knowing what he could do, and almost.. embarrassed? By his attempt to figure things out.
[[OCC || Xwx I'm sorry lol |D Is this any better? I tried to keep it a little light since it's Chance, but I think it's a lot more readable at least |D?]]
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Posted: Fri Jun 03, 2011 7:17 am
The blonde smiled more as Chance held his hand out, only to tilt his head slightly when the other touched his own lips. Lacrymos briefly wondered what was going on in Chance's mind, but had thought better to get Chance to say it for himself. Reaching out, he took the other's hand and shook it in a friendly manner.
Reaching up for fix his own hair, a very common habit of his, Lacrymos chuckled at the small Pockettu. He's never encountered anyone so painfully shy before. It seemed to him, almost, as if the Pockettu simply didn't know what to do. He decided right then and there that perhaps he should help, in some way, with this Pockettu's condition. Before he wished that someone would help him gain confidence, but now Lacrymos realized that perhaps it should be him.
"What's on your mind, Chance?" he asked soothingly, wondering what kind of answer he would receive.
[[OOC: Yeah xD That's a bit better~ If you can go a bit darker, that'd be great, but that definitely works better xD <3]]
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Posted: Sun Jun 05, 2011 5:40 pm
Chance gently held the hand that took his over his long sleeves and shook lightly, moving with Lacrymos' movements slowly, but securely. The other and older Pockettu made him feel more comfortable about what he did and why he was doing them. After all, the was the very one that taught him the handshake gesture. He let go of the hand lightly after a few shakes and let his arm drop back to its place at his side, staring up at Lacrymos with shy, but blank eyes. There was little the Pockettu knew about what to do around these fabled 'friends', and he fidgeted lightly, his eyes darting from side to side, and from carpet to ceiling. The fibers were tickling him a bit, and he wondered why it felt weird.
He heard the quiet chuckle of the other male and turned his eyes back to him, wondering to himself again at all these odd gestures Lacrymos did. Why did he touch his hair like that? As far as Chance was concerned, his hair was fine. Then again, Chance thought everything looked fine, because he just never knew how to like or dislike anything. He stared silently, and wondered again, perhaps what was going through the green clad male's head. What did normal people think about? What did normal people do? What was.. normal?
He blinked as he was addressed, and shrunk a bit into himself, fidgeting again as he looked off to the side, feeling awkward that he had to speak. Chance never knew what to say. Opening his pale lips slowly, he looked up and lost the nerve to speak, and instead reached up quietly with his sleeved hand, and pressed the white cloth to his lips, looking away again before slowly reaching forward toward Lacrymos's, but quickly retreating, and going back to his original stance. Shyly though, he tried again, and touched his lips, and carefully pointed to Lacrymos's ones with his other hand, red eyes blinking as he froze into that position, having no idea what to do next, and seemingly too nervous or embarrassed to keep trying.
[[OCC || Then how about this XD? Getting darker in slow increments haha XD]]
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Posted: Sat Jun 11, 2011 2:43 pm
He simply stared and observed the inner struggle Chance had. It certainly was something. Perhaps asking him such a question wasn't a good idea, considering that Chance was possibly thinking of nothing at all. This idea didn't sit too well with Lacrymos.
Deciding that patience and humility is the only route to go, Lacrymos smiled more and blinked. "What am I thinking?" he asked, trying to guess what Chance is trying to say with this coded silence and awkward movements.
"Well, I'm just wondering why you're so embarrassed, Chance. Remember, we're friends, so we can be a bit more open with each other than other people." He smiled more, showing the smaller pockettu that he is a benevolent person. Hopefully, step by step, Chance will start opening up to him.
[[That's perfect xD <3 Thanks a lot~]]
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Posted: Sat Jun 11, 2011 7:17 pm
Chance began to shake his head lightly when Lacrymos guessed, having meant to point out his smile, but stopped midway, since he did wonder about what the Pockettu had been and was thinking about. He listened closely, and felt more confusion pour into his empty heart. Embarrassed? Was that what he was? He shuffled lightly, and uncomfortably, not knowing how to react, what to say. Embarrassed.. that's what this feeling was. It felt.. well he couldn't really tell. He took a breath and then stared at Lacrymos as he continued and talked about being more open.. being friends. So Lacrymos thought of them as friends as well.. He swallowed hard, and thought for a moment, before opening his lips again, and making a sort of pitiful squeak.
Shuffling, he shut his lips again, before attempting speech again, and just managing above a whisper. "Lips.." He blushed lightly, the rare amount of color entering his normally ashen cheeks, and he touched his lips again, not understanding Lacrymos' gestures of happiness and contentment. Not understanding anything really. He fell back into silence, and fidgetted lightly, but his words enough were indication of his slight freedom around the other Pockettu. He felt.. different. Around the green-clad one. Shy red eyes looked up at him, and wondered silently why, and what it was he felt. But he wanted answers first, answers to his first attempt to close the empty void between them, and the space in his heart.
[[OCC || No problem XD Now this'll be his post colour X3 ]]
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