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 Posted: Sat Jan 10, 2009 9:21 pm
He had a few hours before he had to go and do anything of importance, or at least what Micajah now considered to be important, so as the young man excused himself from the classroom he quickly made his way down the hall and towards the exit. He had one destination in mind - the mall - but only because he had just gotten back with some money from his Grandmother as a New Year's gift and he wanted to try and get some new arts and crafts supplies. Most of his had burned away in the fire (read: all), so he was in dire need of anything new, and seeing that he had money to burn (figurativly) he made his way towards the building and then into it.
"Hmm..."
The last time he'd been in here was when he was still stuck in a wheelchair and had spoken all that time with Nash, so it felt good to be able to move around on his own and actually go to places he wanted to be in. Like the crafts shop. Or the food court.
"I should just get in and get out, not spend more than I need. Grandmother was generous, but I need to make this last."
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Posted: Sat Jan 10, 2009 9:41 pm
Weiyuan had a pretty good balance between his school and social life going. Until as of right now.
He really was only in the mall to get some new pens and maybe some more fitting clothing for this cold. As much as he adored his S&T jacket, it was more of hassle during workouts and going without got him uncomfortably cold. The indoor gym just didn't satisfy his need, despite all the appropriate equipment.
But no, his determination was quickly demolished by these sweet pair of lips attached to a handsome cinnamon-curled head. Marcus. Worked at the clothing store he was going to visit for his long sleeved shirt. He hadn't actually slept with him before but those lips could make him arch like he just had.
As he was right now. Right up against the entrance of the mall. Of course, he forgot the part where everyone could see him and most likely were staring (ogling?) at this hot piece of soft core porn. But warm hands sliding up his back and the other one attempting to coax his leg around the taller man's hip...Mm. Weiyuan could not pull away from a hot public makeout session like this.
Unless someone he knew were to appear at this second.
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Posted: Sat Jan 10, 2009 9:49 pm
Naturally thinking no one would come around at a moment of doing something invites someone to come and witness the event, and just as Micajah walked closer to where he was going to head he happened to spot Weiyuan.
With another guy.
Doing something he didn't fully understand, but he was pretty sure was morally wrong while out in public.
" . . . . "
Micajah did his utmost best not to make any noise, just to try and sneak past them, but as soon as he moved to try and tip-toe away his Magic Uniform jacket swung forward and his toe caught the tip of it, yanking his body downward and into the ground with an alarming rate. His face crashed into the cement and for a moment he saw stars, hoping somewhat inside that he'd get knocked completely out, though it didn't seem that he'd be that lucky. His hands had broken most of the fall anyway as a natural response, so all he got at most was a blinding bump.
" . . ouch."
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Posted: Sat Jan 10, 2009 10:05 pm
The two brunette's froze. In a rather awkward way actually, with Marcus' tongue halfway in his mouth and his hand all the way down the side of his pants on the way to the front. Of course, realizing that whoever that was had seen the taller turned bright red before dashing back inside officially declaring himself off his 'lunch break'. Wei sighed, slightly disappointed and very annoyed that such a good time was spoiled so abruptly.
The seventeen-year-old fixed himself up as much as he could, including pulling his jacket completely together in attempts to hide how much he had enjoyed the past moment. He clicked his tongue against his teeth before squatting next to the blonde. S&T jacket? Someone had been promoted then. "Are you going to get up or do I have to help you?" There was a taste of poison in his words but then again he never did too well when something he liked was taken away from him.
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Posted: Sat Jan 10, 2009 10:18 pm
"Haha, no no. I'm fine, sorry about that."
Micajah shifted beneath his coat, pushing himself up from where he'd been sprawling on his stomach to at least his knees. It took him a moment or two to regain the balance in his head, as it was still spinning lightly, and when he moved his hands to check and see for any wounds he noticed a slight line of pricks running on his left hand that were slowly turning red. Nothing large and major, he could deal with those tiny cuts, but as he felt his head sting under a slight push he sighed to think of the bruise that would leave.
And I finally just got all healthy too. Lucky me.
Micajah pulled himself to his feet after another moment or two, finally dusting his pants off and straightening the jacket about his shoulders. It was the fur around the collar that would set him different from the S&T students with their similar green jackets (like the youth before him), and when he found that everything was in order he finally turned towards Weiyuan and smiled, an awkward and pained one, but a smile none the less.
"Sorry to have bothered you, I'll just be on my way and we can all pretend I didn't see anything at all."
Which was a lie, for the moment he took a step forward he felt his balance shift out and he swayed slightly. How hard had he really hit his head, bad enough to make him dizzy? Never a good sign.
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Posted: Sat Jan 10, 2009 10:57 pm
Micajah had been promoted? The brunette stood as well listening to the blonde's excuses boredly. Read: annoyingly. He watched as the other failed to get up and move with grace and sighed, quickly taking the boy's shoulders and steadying him. "Hush Micajah. You're coming with me." Whether he wanted to or not.
Wei opened the door before swiftly sweeping the blonde off his feet, cradling the dizzy male close to his chiseled chest. With a little bit of maneuvering he had brought the male inside the heated mall and began to carry him over to the nearest bench. Of course such a small journey seemed so long with the odd, though some were dreamy, stares.
The elder laid him down onto the bench before sitting himself at his head, then moving the blonde's head into his lap. "Move and I'll hurt you." Fake smile. The brunette began to check the boy's head. Asking simple questions and giving few directions, basic head injury check. Despite the fact that it really just was a fall it was good practice. "You have a small bump and in a few minutes a bruise. The dizziness should leave you shortly but I'd take getting up and down slowly. Though you could possibly be slightly dehydrated. But nothing is really wrong with your noggin."
He smirked to himself, happy to have done something related to his path. He leaned back a bit, one hand still looped with the blonde's locks. He took a moment to glance around, of course noticing that the girls were whispering. Of course, finally one of the girls walked over and asked if she could help and he simply asked for the first aid kit and a bottle of water. She left him and he continued to pet Mica.
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Posted: Sat Jan 10, 2009 11:11 pm
If Micajah could die he probably would have right about this point in time, probably starting at the moment Weiyuan swept him off of his feet and carried him inside. He was all too aware of the stares being sent in his direction, some of them probably glares if he could seem them correctly or some of them being giggles and whispers, but seeing as Weiyuan was stronger than Micajah (he had to be to carry him) the boy didn't really put up much of a protest.
Nor did he really protest when he was sat on a bench and (forced) allowed Weiyuan to check his head for other injuries. He was praying that it wasn't too serious, he really could just be let up and let go to run as far away as he could, proper apology and thanks given first of course.
"You...you can really let me go, you know. I'm sorry for troubling you and interrupting whatever it was you're doing, so you don't have to take care of me or anything. I'm sure I can make it back without any incident, so . . ."
It was more like a weak plea for mercy, if that was it, though it did feel rather nice to be cared for after obtaining an injury. Micajah wasn't clumsy - far from it - he just didn't pay attention enough when he was excited or nervous and accident like this usually happened as a result. Most of the time he was by himself so no one had to see, but being sprawled on a mall bench with another guy caring for him was not what he expected.
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Posted: Sat Jan 10, 2009 11:37 pm
The female worker returned with the bottle of water and first aid kit giving it to him with a reward of a small peck on the cheek. She turned away giggling and they were, for the most part, promptly left alone. "Oh no, you're not getting away with things so easily." Wei lifted up the other's head easily, shifting himself so that he was sitting cross-legged then setting Mica's head down. He took the other's scraped hand and began to properly clean and put a bandaid on it. All the while, not making any eye contact with Micajah.
"Mostly because I couldn't allow you to go anywhere in such a condition. No, no." Despite finishing with all his 'medical' duties, Wei couldn't help but continue playing with the other's fingers. He was still in an 'attached' mood and those never went away easy. "so why are you here?"
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Posted: Sat Jan 10, 2009 11:50 pm
"...I wanted to buy something for myself, sort of a graduation present. A lot of my stuff was ruined when my dorm room exploded and a fire broke out, so I thought it may be time to try and restock."
He didn't mention what, though he was thinking hairclips right about now would be nice. Or something to help with his hair. He could always use more string if he wanted to try and decorate his uniform, though he didn't know to what extent changes were allowed.
He let his hand stay in Weiyuan's grasp and didn't try to pull out, mostly because there was no point in him doing more than he needed to since everyone was already staring and anything beyond this would probably be bad taste and insulting to Weiyuan.
"How about you? Did you come to buy something?"
And not shove your tongue down another guy's throat?
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Posted: Sun Jan 11, 2009 12:03 am
Weiyuan put down the other's hand, bored with it now. The explosion had been awhile ago, had he really not done anything about it before then? Well, since he was now moving it a new dorm it did make sense. At the time, he didn't need to really replace anything, but his room did reek of smoke for quite some time.
His fingers had strayed back into those blonde locks. Idly he mentally commented that Micajah had really nice hair. "Actually I was just going to do a quick in-and-out thing but Marcus had changed those plans. I need new pens or at the very least new ink cartridges. I'm rather picky about my pens since I tend to write in Mandarin instead of English. Also some long sleeved shirts. It's too cold to be doing my workouts in just tank tops."
He looked around, most of the onlookers had grown bored and dispersed. Well then, he supposed the other should be fine now. The brunette slowly pushed the other up into a sitting position, plopping the water bottle into the other's lap. He got off the bench, before extending a hand to his 'patient'. "Well then, we ought to go do what we came to do."
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Posted: Sun Jan 11, 2009 12:16 am
"I see. I would suppose that you'd need special things to write Mandarin characters, what with them having so many stroke and it's critical to not smear them. Or so I've heard."
Micajah knew nothing about Chinese, other than it made for awesome takeout on Christmas Eves or something. He didn't know why he was making small talk.
"I've always like how the Chinese style their hair, it always seems so intricate and well designed. I've kind of got stick hair that's a little too fine to do anything other than braid it, but I have wondered if I could put it into a bun sometime."
He thought about how he may or may not look while wearing those pretty ribbons, clips, or chopsticks in his hair, and it made him snort out loud for a moment. It was embarrassing and he knew it, but who cared at this point? Micajah had already been carried like a princess and had his hand and hair fondled. There was nothing with shame left.
"Do you mind if I accompany you then, at least to watch you get your pens? I'm interested in things like that, and my shopping can wait for a while."
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Posted: Sun Jan 11, 2009 5:15 pm
Wei nodded. Micajah was correct. At his previous schools, he was severely peeved with his classmates when they allowed their ink to smear. It was so sloppy and at times he couldn't even read them. His pickiness may cause a slight bit of inconvenience but illegibility was worse.
The elder teen couldn't help but notice how handsome Mica seemed right now. Talking about his hair and looking a bit flustered with this whole thing. He wanted to just plant one on those cheeks. Wei had absolutely no problem with helping him with his hair. Especially in cute Chinese stylings, he was sure he could do something with that hair. Though he rather do something to that body....Ooo bad Wei.
He snapped out of his dirty thoughts, chiming in to hear the other's offer. Wei smirked, a devilish look coming about him. "Oh, I don't mind you coming along...but the question is...can you handle walking around this place? With me?"
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Posted: Sun Jan 11, 2009 5:56 pm
"What's wrong with you that would make me unable to do so?"
Micajah's question was quick and honest, his hazel eyes blinking as he tried to take in the real meaning of Weiyuan was saying. It probably had something to do with the other teen's behavior (read: lust maybe?) and clearly shown preference in terms of partnership, but as he had thought before about all that had already happened there wasn't much more that could cause him shame.
Plus, Micajah was taught to be grateful to those who cared for him when he was injured or sick, or simply in need. Weiyuan had cared for him (despite being some of the direct cause) and it was in his best interested to show his thankfulness.
"I walked around with you during the Halloween party, didn't I? You were dressed in something far stranger than what you are currently and I didn't have a problem, so why should I now? You're fun."
He smiled back at Wei, one of his usual soft and gentle ones.
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Posted: Sun Jan 11, 2009 6:28 pm
Wei was taken aback, just a bit. But in a good way. It had been a long time since someone was just so honestly sincere directly to his face. It was...a nice thing. The urge to place a kiss on this boy was flaring and he knew that he shouldn't stare too long at him anymore.
The teen smiled back at him before taking the other's hand firmly in his. "Well then, brace yourself. I promise that this trip will be unlike any you've had before." He pulled the blonde off the bench before leading them to the supplies store. All the while his eyes were alert to any.....stalkers.
Soon the front doors were in sight and he could feel a change in atmosphere start. Ah. It begins. "I hope your leg is in good shape. The war is about to start." He tried to smile reassuringly before pulling the blonde distinctively closer to himself.
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Posted: Sun Jan 11, 2009 6:52 pm
When Wei took his hand into his own and pulled Micajah close it was like Halloween Party v.2, only they weren't both dressed like girls and they were actually in a place full of people other than their fellow students, and this time he didn't feel lkike his soul was screaming inside his body. Even only in a few months span Micajah had grown enough to not really care once a point in his shame-meter had been reached, and since he had already come this far. . .he just let himself be led onward towards the supplies. He be getting his stuff here too, at least the sewing.
"My leg shouldn't be much of a problem, it doesn't hurt to walk on it anymore. If we need to run, I'll try not to slow you down."
He had a joking tone in his voice, like he was ready for anything, but he still wasn't at all sure why Wei was acting like this. Were they really in danger just for being in the mall together? Did his companion really have that much of a reputation, enough to have to always be cautious?
Maybe it was a warning for Marcus.
"Also if I do get caught, don't worry I can take a few punches. I've survived a good deal of damage."
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