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 Posted: Tue Apr 20, 2010 7:28 pm
Finally, he wasn’t grounded anymore and he could leave his house for a little while. That did not mean, however, that he was out of the waters yet. He knew that if he continued to show up at home with mysterious bruises that he’d be inspected, scolded, grounded, and possibly interrogated for days by his mother, and he really didn’t need the stability of his family life to be shaken up with everything else in his world doing somersaults. For now, he had to be smart, play the good, obedient, meek child that his mother was use to, and when he went out, try to get any attacks on his midsection than on any visible body parts. For now, he considered he might have to get some supplies to hide bruising, and was debating with himself if makeup for the purposes of concealing wounds (From BATTLE) wasn’t …girly? That and the looks he might get on the register had stalled him and he decided to instead just pocket his cash and see about getting some stuff at the store to make dinner at home. The good thing about his mother working late hours was that he could have the house to himself, but that also meant cooking. While he was a decent cook, he sometimes got tired of it. Right now, he couldn’t even decide what he felt in the mood for.
It didn’t take him long to leave the store with a bag of baby carrots. At least it could be a snack if he didn’t use it for anything else, and he decided to at least enjoy his time walking around after being confined to his house for a week while he decided what he could possibly cook.
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Posted: Tue Apr 20, 2010 8:24 pm
He had not been out of the hospital long, and in reality it was a miracle he was even outside. ...Well, okay not a miracle, really it was just his own sneakiness that allowed him to maneuver his way around Z's little 'rules' and go out to get himself some candy.
Z was going to yell at him -so much- when he got back...
But he had a huge desire for Warheads candy, and bumming around the room waiting for Z to be back was boring. If he was quick about this he could have the candy and be back before Z even noticed he was gone. This would be good, very good!
So he had snuck out, and acquired the candy, and he was on his way back to 'home' when he noticed something. That kid coming out of that store looked a lot like one of his teammates. In fact...he was pretty darn sure it was. Well, a quick catchup with a teammate wouldn't keep him =too- long right? He could still sneak back in time, really! He could!
Now, if it hadn't been quite so close to his escape from the evil confines of the hospital he likely would have tackled Ladon down to the ground. Thankfully for Ladon this wasn't the case. Instead he was treated to a sudden arm around the shoulders that was trying to yank him into a hug.
"Heeeeeey, sup teamie? You go out on a sugar run too orrrr?"
Once Demy caught sight of the carrots, this little encounter was going to turn very bad, very fast.
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Posted: Tue Apr 20, 2010 8:40 pm
It was a good thing that he wasn’t tackled or else Ladon would have been using every self-defense method he had learned in class to beat Demy away from him until he ran for his life. This didn’t mean he was caught off-guard by the taller boy coming over to him and gripping him close to a one-armed hug, which hadn’t translated into a hug at first. What Ladon thought was he was being choked, mugged even, all for baby carrots. Who knew criminals were eating healthier these days?
Just as he ‘eeped’, turned about, and was about to strike Demy’s arm to break free, he jolted to a freeze at the word ‘teammie. His eyes traveled up to vibrant colors of Demy’s shirt, up to his slacking shoulders, and higher still to the blonde boy smiling down at him, a grin as bright as the sun behind his head. Big ol’ smile and plenty of energy, Ladon remembered his teammate easily and breathed out. That was until he noticed he was being pressed into a hug, and then he was just all around uncomfortable. The shorter boy was not good with other people hugging him out of the blue. Most people got it wrong anyways, either grabbing his neck and nearly choking him or pressing them into their chest, nearly suffocating him. There had been many a busty aunt that forgot to hug from the shoulders and not the head, which also didn’t help him with his hugging issues.
Demy at least was given the credit that he knew how to bend down and give a appropriate hug that let him breathe, but only in a tight, constricted breathes from having his space invaded by a boy that practically loomed over him. Tall people intimidated him and if it wasn’t for the fact that Demy was being nice, he would have hated him.
Instead, he offered a weak, nervous smile as he slowly tried to pry himself from the other boy’s arm, but then noticed him looking at the carrots. “Nope. Just getting a snack and thinking about what to make for dinner. I don’t go on sugar runs.” In fact, there was barely any sweets or junk food at his house aside from the one package of Oreos he was allowed to have when his mother went shopping. Else, it was whole grain this or reduced-sodium that.
He looked at the other boy, and noticed HIS bag, which was filled with little candies of odd shapes and sizes, vibrant packaging and glossy letters. He knew Demy ate a lot, but candy wasn’t even filling! “Are you actually going to eat all that?”
Clearly, they had yet to know each other.
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Posted: Wed Apr 21, 2010 8:34 am
At the very least, Demy had experience in hugging shorter people (afterall, he was clinging off of Z all the time!). He also had experience with the whole busty aunt thing, so he had learned to avoid shoving people into his chest. ...For the most part. Sometimes he forgot though, really guys it was just a tiny memory lapse really! REALLY! Thankfully today offered no memory lapse, mostly because shoving Ladon into his chest now would hurt. Really hurt.
"Snack?"
That bright smile dimmed just a bit at the reference to carrots being a snack. It quickly came back when Demy came to the only possible conclusion.
"....OH! You have a pet rabbit? Dude why didn't you tell me? I love rabbits. They're pretty cute! Drag me over sometime so I can feed it a carrot, yeah?"
And then there was some blasphemy about not going on sugar runs and Demy actually gasped and released Ladon so he could step back.
"What?!"
The boy's mouth opened, and closed, then opened again. Really he was struggling to comprehend this. A kid, not out on a sugar run? Instead he was buying carrots (clearly for a rabbit, but still!) ? Really?
Well he'd just have to fix that.
"Well I was going to sneak back and share with Z. I mean dude really, I was kinda on this liquid diet at the hospital and it really sucked so a candy run was kind of essential. Z still owes me an arcade binge trip for being so good while I was stuck there..."
Good was relative. Really his form of 'good' was to stop begging the nurses for cookies.
"But uhhh, dude, it sounds like you need some too. Good thing for you I don't mind sharing with a teamie!"
Whether he really wanted it or not poor Ladon would find a small handful of colorful wrappers shoved into his hands. Demy simply could not let a teammate of his go home with nothing more than carrots! It just wasn't right!
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Posted: Wed Apr 21, 2010 9:32 am
Clearly, they did not know each other.
Ladon was confused as much as Demy was, and wasn’t following why he thought he had a rabbit when he said it was a snack. When did he mention he had a pet? Before he could even say anything, the boy was aghast at the very mention that he didn’t go out on, how Demy put it, sugar runs. The only runs he went were for track and when he was sent to pick up something from the grocery store and never for sugar. His mother was very firm in believing in a healthy diet, and they barely had anything that would make up what was Demy’s main diet. Junk food in high fats, high sugars, and most everything with caffeine weren’t welcomed into the house, and when and if they bought soda, it was caffeine free, but it was usually just juice, water, and milk. In short, there was no NEED for these things her the Shepard home, which was why he never was introduced to the idea of a sugar run. It would have been shot down in an instant.
While Demy couldn’t figure out why he was out buying carrots, Ladon couldn’t understand what was so bad about not racing off to buy a bulging bag of sugary sweets. As a way of charity, the blonde dug into his near overflowing bag and shoved a fistful of tiny, individually wrapped candies into his hands. Holding them, he looked at the wrappers, and then up at the boy. “Thanks?” As he tried to work to put the candies into his bag without dropping any, he started to inspect one of the wrappers. “I’m really sorry I didn’t visit you. I was grounded all this week. I just finished up today. I hope you’re feeling better.” Really, he didn’t know what had happed to Demy, but the boy seemed alright, and the fact his “bf” was taking care of him was at least a good thing to keep his spirits up. Here he was being given candies by a boy who was in the hospital and he hadn’t even visited. He felt like such a bad teammate.
He’d have to make it up to him somehow, but moving on.
“I didn’t say I had a rabbit. I don’t even have a pet.” Allergies and mothers who didn’t like hair of the furniture did not a welcoming home make for Fido or Fluffy. He continued looking at the small candy. “I eat them. Carrots are good for you. My family’s really big on eating well. It’s why I don’t eat much candy.” Proof in point. “What’s a warhead?” The picture of a puckering boy on the wrapper with exploding hair was making him hesitant to try one.
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Posted: Wed Apr 21, 2010 7:46 pm
"Hey man, I probably never would have noticed if you didn't say anything? I was pretty ummm...drugged up at the hospital, let's just say that. I slept, a lot. I don't usually sleep a lot, so you can see how this is pretty odd ya know? But yeah, people came and go and I don't really think I could remember everyone so it's alright! What matters is visit times now and the fact you seriously need some candy."
He had gasped again at the mention of eating carrots. It wasn't that he really had a -problem- with carrots. On occasion they could be tasty in something. But that was the point, they had to be in something. Just...gnawing away on a bag of carrots didn't sound tasty. At all. They...needed something. Anything.
"Well it's a good thing you ran into -me- dude, if I had known you were deprived of candy's awesomeness I totally would have given you a bag of your own before! As for a Warhead, they are delicious! Extremely sour at first but man it's -so- worth it. They're quite tasty. Go on and try one!"
Despite how in -shock- he was over this poor kid, that smile was back on his face. It was pretty hard to wipe it away for longer than a few seconds anyway.
"Though if the sour gets you, I've got some other stuff in here I could dig out for you...any idea what you like at all? Sweet? Tart? Spicy? I don't know, we could find SOMETHING for you..."
Candy shopping with Demetri Wright was likely a very dangerous thing.
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Posted: Wed Apr 21, 2010 8:11 pm
Having lacked much in the way of sugar sweets, he could only remember a few that he actually did like, and two he hated. HATED! “A while ago, I was given a fireball. Nearly choked on it. I don’t think I like hot things.” The thing had felt like it was destroying his mouth, and after spitting it out and wishing he had something to rinse his mouth out with, it finally subsided and he was left with clearer sinuses. Since the name ‘Firebomb’ should have hinted at him, not to mention the glossy red of the little ball, he was just as wary of something called a ‘Warhead’. Why the aggressive names and who in their right mind though that something that sounded like it would dissolve your gums would be tasty? Apparently, kids how were curious, and Ladon found himself tearing the candy enough to see what was inside. It was round, with a powdered coating, and he decided that, while sour, he might just like it.
Maybe.
He popped the candy into his mouth, clearly not familiar with JUST how sour a warhead was. It only took a moment for his shoulders to hitch, his eyes to clamp tight and then for him to look around as if he was considering spitting it out. It was the fact he didn’t like to litter that told him to keep the candy in his mouth, coupled with the fact it was given to him by the boy standing right before him. He bared it, before looking at Demy with a somewhat pained, confused expression. “Why do they make it THAT sour?” It made no sense!! Shouldn’t you ENJOY what you ere eating? Apparently, some people were masochists when it came to their food. Why not razor bladed covered in lemon juice and salt?
It was a good thing that it slowly started to subside, but his tongue felt raw from the experience. “Okay, maybe something not like that.” With Fire and Sour out, he went for the safer of the categories. “I guess I go for sweet. As long as it’s not butterscotch. That stuff is disgusting.” How many times did his older relatives come and try to give him butterscotch? It had such a bad flavor! He’d pop 20 Warheads to avoid that taste.
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Posted: Thu Apr 22, 2010 9:05 am
"I'm not that fond of Fireballs myself, just too much ick for me. Sour though...sour is good."
Not that Ladon seemed to be enjoying it. That face he was making was not good. Demy was still smiling though, of course.
"Or...not. That's okay! Totally don't mind having extra sour candy to myself."
And Z. If Z wanted to brave Demy's candy bag for some.
"As for -why- they make it so sour..."
The blonde had taken his eyes off Ladon for the moment, busily digging through his bag for something sweet.
"Because it's good, I dunno? Guess it's an acquired taste or something but I -love- them...AHA! Here we are!"
Demy held a new candy out to Ladon, this time a good-sized lollipop.
"How do you feel about gum? There's some in the center of this thing so once you're doing enjoying the lollipop you have some gum to chew! This one's not sour, promise!"
Not that he didn't have sour lollipops, because he totally did. But he wasn't going to be mean and shove another sour thing at Ladon after his reaction to the Warhead. That'd just be a waste of candy!
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Posted: Thu Apr 22, 2010 9:23 am
It was far too nice for Demy to just start handing him candy when he barely knew him. Social and open, Ladon could now add generosity to the hyperactive blonde. He hadn’t been given candy from someone since elementary school when they still did Valentines exchanges and everyone went around the room, dropping cards and candies into glitter-pasted paper bags. That was a while back, and not even Halloween broke up that time. He hadn’t gone out for what some would consider the Candy Holiday of the year, as he had never grown out of his fear of the supernatural, gory, and downright terrifying. He stayed home, he gave out the box of raisins his mother miserably let him hand out to disappointed children, and he waited out the holiday.
In short, it had been years since anyone had given him anything sweet, sour, or caramel-centered. Maybe that’s why it was so touching that Demy enthusiastically dug into his bag and fished out a round Blowpop from his bag, offering it to him. Two girls passed by them on the sidewalk, glancing at the two of them before exchanging looks and walking off. Slowly taking the lollipop, he glanced about, then flickered his eyes up and thanked him.
“You really don’t have to do this.” He would tell himself he could buy any candy he wanted, but years of being told ‘no’ had made him pass the candy aisle, the small collection by the register, without even thinking. Since it wasn’t bought or given, candies seemed to just pass under his radar.
Since Demy was such a talker, it prompted him to open up and keep the conversation alive. “You seem to be a expert on candy. Which ones are your favorites?” Looking at the bag, it looked like all of them.
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Posted: Thu Apr 22, 2010 12:31 pm
"Well I don't have to, but I want to! Everyone deserves candy in their life, and besides you're my pal! Buddy! Teamie! So it's just right that I share candy with you, ya know?"
He had pulled out a few more sweet candies, shoving them into Ladon's bag before the boy could offer any further protest. He wouldn't have listened anyway, Demy rarely did. He simply did what he wanted.
Today he wanted to give candy to his teammate. At least it was a fairly harmless endeavor.
"I don't really have a favorite candy, instead I have a favorite flavor? Sour, really. Sour anything I love, but I'm pretty good with all kinds of candy except spicy. Spicy is awesome in -other- things. Just not candy. Candy just shouldn't be spicy."
Demy adjusted his bag of sweets. At least now it was slightly less full.
"So what else you up to today man? I shouldn't really be out..kinda snuck out and Z's probably gonna throw a fit but he'll get over it, heh. You?"
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Posted: Thu Apr 22, 2010 3:01 pm
Teammie. Buddy. Its what he liked about the Negaverse. Groups. Being in a team, and not one that just had to take you because you were the last man standing and someone had to be the goalie. When first becoming a Lieutenant, he was disappointed that he was by himself, that there was little in the way of getting together to talk, learn, and that he was essentially just working independently with orders from above. When he heard he was now on a team, his distant hopes were renewed, and now he was actually part of a group. In act, there was someone who was actually happy to be his teammate. Now if only he could get the people in gym class to feel the same way!
It made him drop off a layer of shyness like a heavy coat he’d been wearing, and feel ready to talk more than he usually would. “He’s probably just worried for you. If you’re in the hospital, you should be resting.” No point in letting his new friend die because he was running all over town.
“As for me, I have to figure out what to cook tonight for dinner. Really couldn’t think of much, so I’ll probably go to the grocery story and think of something while I’m there.” He probably should explain. “My mother works late, so I’m left figuring out what to eat.” Which meant he was pretty good at cooking. It wasn’t so much a hobby as a necessity, but at least he didn’t burn most things. Well, not unless he had to bake. He always burned stuff if he had to bake it.
His eyes traveled back to his bag, heavier now with the candies that Demy gave him, before looking up. “Are you going to be in the hospital long?” If so, maybe he’d just cook something for him in return. He probably didn’t like hospital food, and he just admitted that he liked spicy food.
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Posted: Fri Apr 23, 2010 9:06 pm
"I did enough resting, truuuust me pal. Way more resting than I usually ever do, and then some more on top of that. It pretty much sucked, but I did it! So...yeah!"
Demy tilted his head, politely actually staying quiet for a minute or two to hear his teammate out. If Ladon knew him better, he might have been shocked that the blonde could actually sit and -listen-. Sadly it usually never lasted long.
"Dinner huh? You cook? I can't 'cook' anything beyond a sandwich, heh! Good thing I usually don't have to...what can you cook? Lotsa stuff? Do you have some kind of awesome specialty dish? I bet you do! Bet it's good too."
Mention of the hospital again caused a sudden change of topic.
"Huh?..Oh! Oh no, I'm not there any longer. I mean I kinda snuck out of the dorm so like..Z doesn't know I left and he'll probably call me on my phone the second he realizes I'm not at home in bed. Oh well! I'll shove some candy at him and he'll love me again, so it's alright."
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Posted: Sun Apr 25, 2010 7:58 am
"No, I don't really have a specialty dish. I ..I can make pretty good stirfry." That was something. "I usually only cook a few things most of the time. It's not like I can go all out with only 2 people eating." And that was if his mother called up to say she would be home in time for dinner. "..and I sorta have to cook since I don't go out much. That and I don't eat out." It was a general rule that eating food from other places was not only lazy, but it was jeopardizing your health. Fast food was toxic and food from restaurants was sometimes questionable. Most people found out that the way his family worked was weird, and Dem might think the same thing.
“Oh..you live with him?” He had to wonder if the school knew about Z and Demy being romantically involved, but then again, it wasn’t like they could do much to split them up. It did tell him that they did, indeed, go to Hillworth. There were only a few schools for boys that had dormitories, which made Ladon wonder what reason Z and Dem where in school for troubled children in the first place. Well, troubled or abandoned. Z, he could imagine fitting in a bit better in such a school, especially after the manipulation he experienced a few nights ago regarding a favor. As for Dem, he just didn’t come off as being the type to kick puppies or steal purses from the elderly. Maybe he had ADD and it was misunderstood as being a troublemaker? Either way, he had to wonder just HOW these two even got together in the first place.
He also wondered that, if someone loved someone else, why hadn’t Zink told Wolfram to not touch Demy instead of his cousin? Maybe he just understood that the Negaverse could protect itself where a civilian could not.
“If he’s worried, he must really like you. H-How long have you two been dating?” And why was he even bothering to ask? Well, it seemed Demy talked about Z a lot, and was rather open about it too. Ladon couldn’t even think about holding someone’s hand without feeling embarrassed.
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Posted: Mon Apr 26, 2010 7:20 pm
"You never eat out? Man Z and I do a -lot- cause the school's food uh.....it leaves something to be desired, we'll just leave it at that."
He did not appreciate it when his food appeared to be looking back at him. Unless it was pancakes with conveniently placed chocolate chip 'eyes'. Then it was acceptable.
"Yeah! We're roommates!"
And here, here was the topic that Demy could ramble about -forever- if given the chance.
"See like, we were kinda shoved in the room together and at first Z was all 'rawr' and didn't like talking to me, or his nickname of 'Z' or anything. But it was okay, because I knew he just needed to warm up to me! -EVERYONE- loves me afterall! So anyway, after all this uneasiness we eventually became friends because I kept poking and poking and poking at him annnnd he let me in on his little plans around Hillworth...which I -totally- did not tell you about by the way, but that's okay because we only go after people who deserve it."
Demy had this grin of nervousness, the kind that just said 'and please god don't tell ANYONE about this' while still remaining friendly. Really, he simply couldn't shut his mouth when he needed to.
"Soooo eventually I told him I loved him, cause I do! Z's my buddy, my pal, my everything! Annnnnd we went on a date or two a couple months ago, yada yada yada, HERE WE ARE! Boyfriends, pals, it's..it's awesome, there's no better way to describe it!"
He was beaming ,truly beaming. Though happy most of the time, it was clear that Demy was happiest when talking about Z.
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Posted: Mon Apr 26, 2010 8:02 pm
Demy had the enthusiasm and giddiness about his relationship that made some, more single people, bitter and disgusted. Even normal couples probably would have cringed at the overflowing love that Demy displayed when talking about Z. Ladon just felt it was very endearing, to be that open and obsessed over someone else, and it wasn’t like he was showing himself to be a playboy of any kind by saying he was just hanging around for the sake of having someone. No. He sounded as if he would gladly dive in front of his boyfriend to take any bullet that might sail his way, which was very dramatic in movies but shocking in real life. Not too many people could admit something on the lines of what Dem was saying, and he was sure most people would think he was just being young and over-the-top about his feelings. That they only felt that way but were not that serious. Ladon frowned at this sort of thinking. He had read too many stories with happy endings to not believe that the people who found each other, through destiny or whatever hardship, would gladly live together without any thought of a divorce contract later down the road. It was a fantasy, maybe, in today’s age to admit you liked believing in “happily ever after”, which sounded just as cliché and sugary sweet as Demy admitting he was head-over-heels in love over Z to the point he was his “everything”, but if you couldn’t believe in at least some of the clichés, then life was pretty grim.
While he couldn’t share in such a feeling, he could at least look at it from afar and feel a sense of awe, and even smiled at the excited, fast-paced rundown of his relationship with Z as if he was near bursting to tell the story. He probably was, or he took much candy. Either way, it wasn’t sugar that put a twinkle to the blonde’s eyes, and he stepped back just to get some space. “You both sound very happy together to care for each other. Don’t worry. I won’t tell anyone about whatever you’re doing in Hillworth. If they deserve what is coming to them, then far be it form me to stop you two.” He did wonder if this would be something he should look into as it might counter the blackmail Z had on him. Maybe he should patrol Hillworth at some point, just in case.
“You’re very lucky to have each other.” Gods, he sounded like someone talking to a bride before her wedding. He needed to stop. “You should get back before he worries..” He thought a moment. "...and don't eat too much junk food. It's not good for you when you're suppose to be getting better." Even though it wasn't much, and he didn't know if the blonde would want them, he fished out the candies and then handed the bag of carrots to him. "In case you want something fresh to eat that wasn't deep fried. You should at least each some vegetables once in a while." If only he had a apple or pear to give him.
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