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 Posted: Thu Feb 28, 2013 9:20 pm
After taking a taxi home and carrying an unconscious Dustin, even if it hadn't been all that far, Alexandre had pointed out to the other that he shouldn't have had that much to drink. They really didn't need a hung over corrupted senshi fighting for them. Maybe it wasn't his place, he didn't know the other all that much, he didn't know his drinking habits. But his words were true. They didn't need someone who might be hung over out there, and they really didn't need him powering up while drunk or some other act of stupidity.
The last few days had been filled with Alexandre's usual with a sprinkling of little spats, comments, and fights between himself and Dustin. When he wasn't engaged with the other the blond had been painting, doing homework, going on patrols (earlier than usual in order to avoid the other), and his usual babysitting and tending to Johnathan - the boy was needy as ever and still had more energy than anyone else he'd ever met.
Tonight though Lily was out as was Johnathan and that left the two of them in the house. Alexandre had moved down to the living room to paint and was busy working painting the scene in front of him, that being a rather nice floral piece on a table. It was, to some, boring but for Alexandre it was something worth his time. Glancing around, on edge with it being just himself and Dustin in the house, he half expected something to happen again. Not seeing the other he went back to the canvas he was working on and painting the flowers as delicately as he could.
He knew now why Tag couldn't handle Dustin, or at least he thought he was sure on it, the other was just...aggravating and like an immature child - in his opinion anyway. Another glance over his shoulder, like the other might sneak up and make some comment, or do something, or just anything.
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Posted: Thu Feb 28, 2013 11:05 pm
Dustin was ******** bored. He missed his old friends and his old identity, or at least the ability to do whatever the ******** he wants whenever he wanted. He felt like he was being pent up inside this place, and he was truly sick of it. He wandered around the townhouse, finding Alexandre painting some stupid bowl. "If you're going to sit around and just paint all day, shouldn't you actually be a decent artist?" Dustin booed and picked up the flowers from the table, crunching them in his hand. "******** sucks man, its just stupid flowers. Now it can be all messy and dead and at least more interesting." He sat down, arms folded onto the table and buried his forehead into his arms. "I'm ******** borrrrred," he whined, then picking his head up. "Isn't there anything fun to do here?"
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Posted: Fri Mar 01, 2013 7:37 am
As pent up as the other felt Alexandre felt that much frustration and annoyance. So when the other finally made an appearance he was ready, on edge, as he anticipated anything really. "Not a fan - no surprise there." The words dripped with sarcasm as the blond turned slate eyes on the other. That I'm better than you attitude of his shining through, as he looked down his nose at the other.
The next thing he other did surprised him. Grabbing those flowers and crushing them. He'd just bought those! It didn't matter that he had another arrangement in his kitchen, safe for now, Dustin had just crushed the ones he was using and thus screwed up this painting!
Standing up in a sudden and swift movement his brush brandished much like the weapon he'd once possessed as a Lieutenant. The blunt end of the brush held like a weapon meant to stab someone with.
"I really don't care if your bored. But since you've decided to relieve me of my painting reference I think I could make your day interesting." That said as he approached the other on socked feet. Reaching the others seat he dropped the brush in favor of grabbing the chair and attempting to upend the other, chair and all.
"All you do is spout negative words and energy - everywhere you go! If you’re bored go out and do something! Get a job as well, so you can pay for your own entertainment and stop making me your personal entertainment." The blond had dealt with enough from the other. He wasn't going to deal with it, not from anyone much less some near stranger - Agent of chaos or not!
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Posted: Fri Mar 01, 2013 10:29 pm
"Make my day interesting? Please, you wouldn't know interesting if it was hit you in the face," Dustin rolled his eyes as the blonde berated him with criticism. Dustin? Negative? No way. He never heard that one before. "Look man, I really don't want to ******** fight with you right now, mostly cause I'd end up wanting to hit you and I don't want to beat some twink's face in right now. Last I time I did that I had to deal with his sugar daddy, and I really don't want to deal with that s**t." "Now put down the damn paintbrush," he ordered. "What the hell are you going to do anyways? Viciously facepaint me? Oh yeah, I'm ******** terrified. You're going to make my face look like a poorly painted kitten."
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Posted: Sat Mar 02, 2013 12:57 pm
"You couldn't beat me." Confident. He had plenty of practice in fighting, all powered up though. And while he didn't like the idea of powering up in his home, he could and would if he had to. "I also assure you I don't have some...sugar daddy." Pulling a face at those last two words, as if they were something foul he'd rather not say. Shaking his head he gripped the brush tighter.
"My first weapon, as a Lieutenant, was a paintbrush. I assure you I can do some damage with it. Allow me." Ever so polite even as he went to stab the other with the damn thing. "I'm tired of your attitude and behavior. All you do is spout out negative s**t, and down others. You make it impossible to be in the same room with you!" Normally calm, and collected, his voice had been rising in volume as he spoke.
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Posted: Sat Mar 02, 2013 5:48 pm
Dustin backed away when the blonde came at him with a paintbrush. What the hell was going on? "Cool it," Dustin ordered as he made a fist. The boy was really getting on his last nerve. "If you can't stand me so ******** much why the hell do you keep me around? I don't need to ******** stay with you, I can be fine on my goddamn own." It probably wasn't the truth - he hardly had an identity, had no money, and nowhere else to stay except returning to Tag's apartment. "What the ******** do you want from me?"
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Posted: Sat Mar 02, 2013 6:26 pm
"Loyalty. I have loyalty to this war and our side." The unlike you was left unsaid. He let that hang in the air. So far he hadn't seen nor heard of the other involved or doing anything. And the other didn't seem to be a fan of this part of their lives.
"I want you to stop being such a negative a*****e, among other things." Oh there was more he wanted the other to do, or not do. Stop picking on his life was another one, and he decided to give voice to it. "And I want you to stop poking at the parts of my life you dislike - it's my life, not yours. And what I do, and don't do, I don't need pointed out and picked on." He really wanted a peaceful home and he was too on edge around the other. He didn't like the others comments on his sex life, or lack of, and on his taste in clothing and the personal things in general. Certain topics, fashion aside, were uncomfortable ones for him. Every time he'd wind up with warm to hot cheeks and wriggling out of things and snapping at the other.
Fingers ran through his hair, roughly, musing the blond locks and pulling out the hair holder in the process.
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Posted: Sat Mar 02, 2013 7:22 pm
"What ******** war, man?" Dustin groaned. He was far too new to the whole scene to really have much of an interest in it. Of anything, its something that ruined his life - the first time he powered up, he was corrupted into the Negaverse and lost his identity, his family, his friends, his life. And now he was getting s**t for not being gung-ho about it? ******** that noise. "It's all you seem to talk about, this stupid Negaverse crap. What the hell have they done for me? Why should I give a ******** s**t about them? "I don't get your whole interest in them, or in me," he continued. "But you want me to stop criticizing you? Then get a ******** life."
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Posted: Sat Mar 02, 2013 8:07 pm
"What do you think has been going on in this city for ******** years? Have you lived under a rock? Or rather I should I ask if you've been too drunk or high to notice the destruction going on in this city!" How could one not notice? Civilians knew something was happening but now powered up, even if not involved really, he should know a war was going on. There were clearly two sides to it all, he'd been on one side and was now on the other.
"What have you done for the Negaverse? Do you even care to find out - to learn?" Shaking his head at the other. "Too busy with everything else. And you want me to get a life? I want you to learn and try!" This was why he would never corrupt someone against their wishes, it got you members who didn't care and did nothing. They become useless bodies that did nothing.
"You want me to get a life..." His cheeks were red, from anger this time, as he stood there with mused hair and narrowed eyes. "Tell me then, what do I need to do for you to consider me as having a life?" He swore he was talking to someone about getting this senshi out there in the war. Someone needed to take him out and show him that this was in fact a war.
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Posted: Sat Mar 02, 2013 8:15 pm
"I only got involved in this whole Negaverse s**t not even a week ago, dumbass," he spat back with annoyance. What has he done for the Negaverse? Jack s**t, obviously. What the hell was he supposed to be doing? It wasn't like he received any kind of training in this. "And what has happened since? I lost my name, my identity, my friends, my family, my money, everything. And then I got stuck living with a jackass and then a damn boring, condescending, uptight prude."
"You want to know how to get a life? Start by living a little. Don't turn down a ******** shot, act like a goddamn teenager not a seventy year old woman painting mother ******** flowers. Experiment, get drunk, get high, get laid, I don't ******** care."
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Posted: Sat Mar 02, 2013 8:46 pm
Was that what happened when you changed sides? You lost everything? He couldn't picture it - loosing everything. He'd commit suicide rather than live without his family, friends, and home. He didn't say this though, not now, he was still too upset to let it go and focus on that. Tag...well ok so he'd give him that, though he rather liked Tag. But he could see how he could be hard to deal with.
As the other listed off how to live, or get a life, he wanted to roll his eyes. Dustin had no clue what he did, or rather how much he did. And the few experiences with alcohol were bad, the smell was horrid and the taste was worse. That burn was what he disliked. Once it went down it wasn't bad. But the moment it passed his lips it was hard to even keep it in, the burn and taste was that bad/strong.
"I've been drunk, didn't care for it." Skipping over the getting high part, he didn't care for that idea at all, he turned to the last of the three. "Unless you're willing to assist or know someone than that ones out for now." He stated, cheeks warming further, as he turned his back on the other. "And at least I have some talent, such as painting, other than drinking, getting high, and ********."
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Posted: Sat Mar 02, 2013 8:57 pm
"That one? What you mean getting ********?" Dustin laughed. "Assist you? In getting ******** was laughing, but he would be lying if he wasn't considering it. On one hand, Dustin was pretty bored, perpetually looking for a**, and it had been longer than he's used to since he last ******** anyone. On the other hand, Alexandre grated the crap out of Dustin, and he had a feeling that sex would just be awkward and boring with a list of dos and don'ts. On a third limb, his brain wasn't exactly the one doing the thinking.
"You seriously want to screw right now? Was this whole fight a turn-on or some s**t? Hell man, you've got issues," he continued to laugh. "But if you're really down, I'm pretty bored."
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Posted: Sat Mar 02, 2013 9:06 pm
Startled by the others words, the other taking him seriously, he turned his head to glance over his shoulder. "A fight a turn on. Hardly." At least not this fight or any other that he'd been involved in, though he'd really always been too busy with the fight to focus on anything else. Bigger battles though were a rush that left him with more energy than usual and a need to do something after the battle, or just a need to crash somewhere.
"You laugh and than speak as though you'd be interested when I'm clearly not your type." Fingers ran through his hair, tugging at the locks of ash blond, his bangs falling free and framing his face. "And I wasn't serious but..." But what? Why was there a but?! Turning fully to face the other he made his approach slowly.
"Do you always look to ******** when your bored?" He questioned with a raised brow. The anger still there but not as strong as before. It seemed something else had replaced it. "If so than please, unbore yourself. You seem to think so highly of yourself."
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Posted: Sat Mar 02, 2013 9:23 pm
"Just shut up," Dustin groaned as he turned around the boy and threw him over the table.
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Dustin searched through his pockets of the jeans on the floor, fumbling for a cigarette and a lighter as he moved onto the open window for a smoke. There was nobody around but him and Alexandre still, and as far as he was concerned, there was no reason to get fully clothed yet.
He hadn't said anything in the minutes since they fooled around. He wasn't exactly sure what to say. It wasn't the most awkward experience he's had, but he wasn't normally so sober during this, and it normally wasn't with someone who annoyed him so frequently.
"So..." he started. "I take it that was your first."
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Posted: Sat Mar 02, 2013 9:32 pm
Awkward silence was putting things right. But there wasn't much to say either. The zipping of clothing sounded all too loud in the room and for now the shirt was ignored, left discarded on the floor, as he was far too warm to pull it on.
Actually, as he sat himself on the counter top he watched the other silently. Shifting to get comfortable he leaned back as he set his hands flat on the counter top on either side of himself. "You are a ******** genius." Came the sarcastic remark, though the earlier anger and venom had long since fled.
Right now, as he sat there, he wasn't sure what he felt or what to feel. It felt wrong and sudden, very unlike himself, but he felt...relaxed as well. He didn't regret it though and that was the main thing. But he'd never valued a first time, it was stupid to do so. So why did did it feel wrong? If he didn't care it shouldn't feel wrong. For now though he wanted to not think though, he'd let himself think soon. "I don't need to ask you the same question. But why state the obvious?" Was he seeking something, some words, some sort of praise? Or something else?
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