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 Posted: Tue Jan 13, 2009 4:58 pm
Cane, clad in his usual jeans, flip flop, and tank top, plus the addition of his new bracers and necklace, hair down to his collarbone, was sitting at the fountain in the center of the mall complex. Why? He was meeting Micajah. The two both had errands to attend to, and well, why not do it together?
The native, himself, had a tattoo appointment. It was his totem mark, and while he would've had it done by his uncle, he wouldn't be able to visit them in time. Micajah didn't know that's what Cane was doing since they'd only had a few minutes to talk before attending separate classes.
Mica was running a few minutes late, but the native didn't mind. It was warm and the sound of the fountain was soothing.
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Posted: Wed Jan 14, 2009 12:46 am
Normally being late wasn't his thing, though it seemed like that was all Micajah was doing lately whenever he would try to do something with someone else. So to try and keep the time he was delayed by as short as he could the youth had broke into a run on the way to mall, taking care to hold his jacket so he wouldn't fall and hurt himself again, and with a skid around the corner the person he was trying to meet came into view.
"Cane, sorry. Sorry I'm late, I hurried to get here but. . . "
He trailed off, his cheeks red from both running and from being with Cane again. The youth hadn't really seen him much since the day they helped move Micajah into his new dorm, the day confessions had been made and kisses had been shared, so he was still feeling flighty around him; he probably always would.
"Did you wait long?"
He was dressed in his Path's robe, natural seeing as it was a little source of pride for the teen, and some comfortable clothing underneath; a pale blue sweater, some neat and clean khaki pants. His shoes were his usual oxfords, nice and laced and looking rather professional. All in all he looked like a man of Magic...save for the butterfly clip that help part of his bangs out of his face. That was not manly.
At all.
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Posted: Wed Jan 14, 2009 1:34 pm
"... Mica." Cane stood with a grin, and an almost exact opposite to the blonde [in more than just coloring], boldly grabbed the other boy's wrist, pulling him in for a warm kiss. Obviously, he wasn't doubting their 'talk' a few days prior. "Do not worry yourself, I've been content."
Moving away from the fountain, he led Micajah toward some of the smaller, more specialized shops. "You are well?" He didn't have any idea why Micajah was here, however, Cane had a stop or two to make.
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Posted: Wed Jan 14, 2009 1:43 pm
Micajah smiled back, a motion that was cut short and he was pulled into Cane and into a kiss, and as their lips met and parted the boy's face turned a pale shade of red before growing back to a healthier shade. It seemed like he was trying to control himself a bit more, hopefully so he wouldn't be so obvious with his feelings, and it seemed to be working out.
Until the butterfly that had been hiding in the collar of his shirt floated up and out, a bright shade of red and pink decorating its wings. Micajah wasn't honest - but Chon sure as hell was.
"I'm doing okay, trying to keep myself occupied in my classes. I can't afford to fall behind, not after I've worked so hard to get this far."
His wrist stayed in Cane's grasp, no desire to yank free crossing his mind, and as the pair moved towards a shop he'd never noticed before he read the title silently before pondering what it could mean. Not that he would say it out loud - this seemed more a Cane thing to worry about.
"I hope you don't mind me running some errands while I'm here. One of the strings on my violin snapped because of the intense heat from the fire and I need to replace it."
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Posted: Wed Jan 14, 2009 1:59 pm
"That is fine." A wide grin from the agreeable native, and he pointed up at the shop sign. It read "INK SIGNIA" in bold, artistic lettering.
"I'll be in here for the next hour. Come get me when you're done." Another quick kiss and a firm hug and the black-haired boy was inside the shop, it's bells tinkling at the door shut behind him.
He had an appointment, gave them his name, and the design he'd drawn out for them. Stripping off his tanktop, they cleaned his chest, and got to work.
By the time Micajah got back, it would be done, and the boy would be resting, drinking from a bottle of water, chest bare.
Now on each of his pectorals was the mark of a bear paw. His totem.
[They look much like this, only on his chest, and are black in color.]
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Posted: Wed Jan 14, 2009 10:07 pm
He was looking over the string in its package, holding it up to the light, when Micajah noticed Cane sitting before him with his shirt off and two clearly fresh tattoos decorating his chest. The youth had to stop for a moment and he felt his brown knit down in confusion, almost like he was wondering if this was indeed the same person he'd met at the mall only an hour or so before.
". . . ."
Micajah didn't know what to say as he drew closer, instead his eyes kind of softening as he brain spat out to him thousands of phrases he could try to use.
Nice tattoo. Your totem?
Ouch, looks like it hurt. I don't think I could do that.
I didn't know they let kids get tattoos.
Bears, hmm? Sexy.
Okay, so the last one took him by surprise and he shook his head to rid himself quickly of the thought just as he stepped up and stopped in front of Cane's seated form. Several more phrases, each one coming faster and slower with insistence that they were the best used, but all Micajah could find himself saying as soon as his mouth open?
". . . like Mother."
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Posted: Thu Jan 15, 2009 12:52 pm
Cane was calm with that response, lifting a hand up to gently touch Micajah's hair before sitting back and finishing his water. The boy tucked his unworn tanktop into a belt loop, before standing and leading the blonde from the tattoo parlor.
He'd gotten guardian permission to get the tattoo, and generally, the mall people didn't interfere with the students at shinkami. "She had a tattoo?" Was all he said, voice soft. Obviously, he hadn't taken offense.
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Posted: Thu Jan 15, 2009 2:10 pm
With his hand in Cane's, Micajah didn't have much choice but to be lead away from the parlor, though he didn't seem to mind. Lately he'd been holding hands a lot with a lot of other people, and despite all that he seemed to like the rough feel of Cane's hands the most. They were warm and strong.
"Ah, yes. She had a tattoo of a butterfly on her shoulder, resting gently on the blade. It was...always at rest, or so it seemed, but whenever she moved her arms it seemed to come alive."
Golden hair, butterfly tattoo. All he could remember about his Mother were those two things, other than maybe her sad smile and the sight of her body withering away day after day as time became crueler and crueler. Still, he could remember that tattoo. It was old and faded, she said she'd gotten it in her youth before the days of his Father, but the colors. . .
"I'd always thought of getting one like hers, a butterfly, but I find myself too afraid of needles to really want to do something. Also, I'm just...covered in scars now, and adding anything more to it seems like a waste of time."
Almost as soon as he finished those words his free hand moved to left hip, sliding over it and partly on to his back. There was something there that most certainly hadn't been there before, at least not naturally, and he frowned. Scars.
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Posted: Thu Jan 15, 2009 7:53 pm
"Warrior marks are nothing to be shamed of." Cane's blue eyes wandered over the blonde as they headed toward the foodcourt. "You will show me them, later." The topless, tattooed native was drawing more than a little attention, but his skin was still slightly too sensitive for the thin tanktop. Due to having a tattoo parlor on grounds, they were a little lax with clothing rules.
"Your mother sounds very beautiful." Cane grinned. "My mother was as pale as you, ku-ma-ma, but she left me in first walking years." Taking a seat at one of the more secluded tables, the native nodded toward the foodsellers. "Do you hunger?" He certainly did.
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Posted: Thu Jan 15, 2009 8:06 pm
"These aren't warrior marks - they're marks of shame. They're there to remind me of something I did that I can't undo, though that can be considered both a good and a bad thing. Getting these scars was the start of a long series of events that have lead me to where I am now, both with my life in school and with people, so I can't be sure anymore."
Micajah smiled and mouthed 'thanks' when Cane complimented his Mother, unsure if she really was as beautiful as he thought or if his memory had glorified her to something akin to a goddess. For all he knew she could have been fat and ugly, but his Grandmother had said something that made him doubt it.
"My Grandmother told me that I look just like her, that looking at me was like seeing my Mother all over again. Either that means my mother was very masculine in her appearance or I'm one very girlish looking young man."
He chuckled it off and rubbed the back of his neck, an action he hadn't done in a while. Old habits died very, very hard.
"I'm not really that hungry, I ate something earlier and it filled me up. But if you're hungry you shouldn't put yourself out on my account. Though...what does ku-ma-ma mean?"
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Posted: Thu Jan 15, 2009 8:19 pm
"Butterfly." Cane shrug was casual, and he frowned briefly across the foodcourt. He didn't want to go read the menus, and had planned on simply ordering whatever Micajah had gotten. Oh, well, now he'd have to ask. "You are a beautiful boy." Another smooth shrug and he pointed a large finger toward the food establishments. "Will you order me food?"
"So, it sounds like they are still not marks of shame." A short laugh. "Grandmothers are almost always correct, I have found."
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Posted: Thu Jan 15, 2009 8:26 pm
"Hm, well in that case I'll just grab something for myself too if I'm ordering for us both. Anything in particular you want?"
It was as soon as Cane had asked for Micajah to order for him that the boy remembered the difficultly his love had for reading despite how far they'd gotten in normal situations. He felt bad for refusing the first time, so now he'd make up for it.
"I was going to just grab a burger for myself since I mentioned before I'd just eaten, so do you want one as well? And what to drink?"
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Posted: Thu Jan 15, 2009 8:37 pm
Canaan's answering grin was warm and huge. Mica caught on fast, he was kind, and well, Cane loved meat. "I would love that. Get me three. I will just drink water." He really didn't drink much else. Thick fingers drummed a complicated beat on the table, and he laughed.
"My own Grandmother would call you Uganasda, it means 'sweet'."
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Posted: Thu Jan 15, 2009 8:48 pm
"Sweet? I don't think that's a good word for me."
Micajah smiled though none the less and walked off to get the food, his mood happy and his steps light. He was able to get what Cane wanted fairly easy (along with his own) and it didn't take as long as he thought, so he quickly gathered the burgers and made his way back to the table after paying.
"Here you go. I didn't know what you wanted on it so I thought you wouldn't mind just picking off what it is you don't eat. As for me, I'll eat anything."
He sat the tray down and then sat himself down, handing over the burgers and the cup of water to the boy across from him. He'd gotten himself something with caffeine to drink to go along with his meal, as he never liked to just simply eat.
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Posted: Sat Jan 17, 2009 8:26 pm
"I'll take anything you give me." Cane's grin was huge, happy, and he immediately chowed down. The boy had a hearty appetite, that was for sure, but he was also quite active. The burgers and water were gone in no time, and he felt a whole lot better with them down.
Now his tank top came on, gently, and he let out a relaxed sigh. A hand reached over to capture Mica's and blue eyes rested easily on the blonde. "Are you enjoying your path in magic, kumama?"
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