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 Posted: Sat Feb 01, 2014 7:22 pm
Quinn sighed lightly as he finished the last of his paperwork up and flipped the folder closed on the information he'd been halfheartedly filling in while watching the clock incessantly.
It was lonely these days with Dream gone a lot of the time, but he was happy for his boyfriend having gotten that modeling job out of the blue. It seemed to him it boosted the ninetails self esteem to new heights and he was happy that he was happy...but boy he missed him.
They had been dating maybe all of four months at this point, still new enough that the time apart was hard on Quinn, left him at times uneasy and doubting and worried and who could blame him? Dream was amongst the rich and famous now after all, the beautiful and the stylish...and what was he? Just an over sized bounty hunter.
He picked up the cup of water he had sitting there and took a sip while looking at the instant messenger he had sitting up, waiting for Dream's name to light up. They were supposed to be having a video call tonight, though their last several had fallen through due to sudden schedule changes for the both of them. They'd been relying on texts and phone calls too often lately.
He wanted to see Dream, as well as hear him.
No. He wanted Dream here, where he could touch him, and kiss him, and hold him.
The water was downed and he eased to his feet and refilled it before he grabbed his laptop and moved to stretch out on his bed comfortably and wait. This was more comfortable than the desk he'd been at, though he took a moment to get his shirt off at least before laying back down.
"Hopefully no texts tonight saying he can't make it...." Quinn had worked his a** off to make sure he'd be here tonight since he hadn't been able to make the last one being out looking for a bounty.
His eyes slid to the time at the bottom right corner...any minute now. He glanced to the calendar on the wall...still too many days till he was due back. Damn.
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Posted: Sat Feb 01, 2014 7:39 pm
Dream laughed and kissed the cheeks of his co-workers, schmoozing it up as much as he could in the shared penthouse he'd been living in. No matter how hard he tried to get away from them his laughs had to be louder, his words a little quicker, and after a good hour of trying he finally shut the door behind him.
Ever since he'd talked with the agent in the elevator on their vacation work had come freakishly fast. What started out as an easy conversation became a call then an offer and now he was drinking out of champagne flutes with the very people he'd have to pay to talk to. Hell, he was one of those people now! New or not.
As he took a quick shower and scrubbed the staging make up off his face he thought of Quinn. He missed the big lug like crazy. As happy as he'd been to take the job offer, he hadn't missed the apprehension in Quinn. After a while he'd see this was good for them both, right? He was making money, getting his name out there, and that meant they could do bigger, and better things together, right? As soon as he found time away from the big lights to do it...
Snatching a protein bar from his nightstand, Dream moved to the little desk he had set up in front of the window, and turned his computer on. It was several minutes later before he could turn on the messenger, though, since he'd gotten several interruptions by roommates. Parties, bars, previews; everyone of them had something to do tonight, and they couldn't understand why he wanted to stay in.
Well, it was one thing to text your boyfriend, and it was a whole other deal to see him.
Hair still wet, protein bar hanging from his mouth and shirtless, the Ninetales curled one leg underneath the other clicked on Quinn's name with a hurried rush.
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Posted: Sat Feb 01, 2014 10:02 pm
Quinn had been laying there more or less staring at the screen when he heard the distinctive sound of Dream signing on. Hell he was the only one on his messenger list, the only one he wanted to have any sort of contact with when it came to this whole internet thing. So he rolled towards his computer and ran a finger over the track pad there to select Dreams name and started up a video call with him. His eyes flicked to the time again. A little late, but here. That's all that mattered. The ache in his chest eased as Dream came onto the screen and he smiled broadly at the other. "Don't get a cold with that wet hair." gently teasing at this point. Damn it was good to see him again! Quinn had lost a little weight since their last time talking in any visual manner. It wasn't from lack of ability to get food, but lack of desire to eat. It'd just get ignored or picked at most of the time but at least he was uninjured which was always a plus when it came to work he knew. He sat himself up and adjusted the laptop a little. "I'm surprised everyone there isn't giving you hell about staying in tonight." he knew about the roommates, and their busy schedules of course, so it was a relief Dream was there. "How goes the latest location?"
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Posted: Sun Feb 02, 2014 5:32 pm
As soon as Quinn's face became visible to him Dream couldn't stop smiling. He took a bite out of the protein bar, and settled back in his chair, sitting the rest of it off to the side. He was supposed to be bulking up through strength training, but all the while without getting TOO big, and without added unnecessary weight.
"It's got a conditioner in it. I'll dry it in a bit." He smiled easily, reaching up on impulse to ruffle the shorter hair. He'd cut it once again, this time keeping it to a more stylized look than the free floating locks he'd had after the accident.
The more he got to looking at Quinn he noticed the differences. Frowning, Dream leaned in a little, quirking a perfectly manicured eyebrow. "Have you lost weight? Are you okay?" Had he been sick? Oh Arceus, what if he had cancer or something and he wasn't saying anything?
Still a little pensive, he sat a little straighter in his chair with a snort. "You have no idea. Miranda threw a b***h fit when I told her I wasn't going to the premiere of her latest...whatever she's so interested in." He waved his hand in the air. Miranda had been his first "friend" in the business, and lived across the hall from him, but she was the sleaziest girl he'd met so far. He had to wonder some days if there was someone in the modeling hierarchy she HADN"T screwed yet.
"It goes." Dream broke off another piece of his bar, and ate it before continuing. "I've moved up from commercials to being on the roll, which is an improvement, but...that means less down time." Which equaled to less video calls in the future. "How goes the bounties?"
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Posted: Sun Feb 02, 2014 8:41 pm
That smile could light up the darkest of rooms, it certainly brightened his spirits and brought a smile to his own face. Damn but it was good to see him after so long! He could see the protein bar hanging from his mouth and felt his own stomach rumble slightly. Some food soon would be a good thing. "I like the new cut. I've been obsessively looking for pictures of you and printing them out." he shifted the laptop and showed off his dresser covered in various framed pics of the other, before moving it back to himself. "A little yeah. I took your advice and cut out a lot of the crap I'd been eating, and I was busy for awhile looking for a wily s**t so food was the last thing on my mind. Been hard to get back into proper eating after a messed up meal schedule. When I do have some, I keep picking at it. Guess my stomach shrunk or something." he patted his indeed slightly smaller stomach with a light smile. At least he was being honest and not trying to dance around the issue. "Ugh I'm sorry to hear she's being such a pain in the tails. She's the one that kept interrupting last time we tried to talk right?" he hadn't liked her, the way she'd vied for and ultimately gotten Dreams attention, dismissing him with nothing more than a sniff and hanging onto Dream a bit in a garish display of attempted seduction. Nope, did not like her one tiny bit. Quinn put two and two together on what it meant for the other to have less downtime, and his smile faltered a little. "Oh...well you'll have to let me know when you can do video chats and stuff then. I'll make sure to have my phone on me all the time for texts." seemed it would be more of those. It was something at least. He read through the texts from Dream regularly. Had them memorized. "Nothing for the last few days, so spent time on paperwork I needed to catch up on. Thought about getting a secretary but the rush died down as quickly as it started so I decided against it. Turned down a case earlier today, it felt off." He reached for his water and took a drink before setting it back down a gentle smile on his face as his tone shifted. "I miss you." of course he missed him.
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Posted: Sun Feb 02, 2014 9:18 pm
Lirilei Ridin' Dirty started played as I typed this. owo
"Obsessively?" Dream chuckled, his smile turning to a grin. "Looks like I'm going to have to talk to you about stalking, babe." It was kind of weird to see all of those pictures of himself, but mostly just outright flattering. He'd really been keeping them all?
"Well, that's good, I guess. Don't cut out all of your favorites, just moderate them." Not like he could give really good advice. Right now he wasn't even allowed to eat anything that wasn't prepared and calculated up by someone else. He'd tried to buy a bottle of juice his first day, and he been raged at about glucose for two hours straight. Dream wasn't even sure he had a favorite food anymore. "Just make sure you get enough protein, and calories. You need to keep up your strength for work. Otherwise those wily little shits will run you over."
Hearing a knock at the door, Dream turned around in his desk chair, "What?" He snapped, obviously beyond and over this s**t. He could hear the laughing on the other side, and before the door had even opened, he came out with, "Miranda, get the ******** out, I'm not leaving." Taking a deep breath, he huffed and turned around as the door shut. "Yeah, so, that would be the one." Irony just loved him. He didn't want to mention he bit about her trying to "date" him for publicity, but Dream was sure if she'd blabbed to anyone it would be in the tabloids tomorrow.
"..I'm sorry, Quinn." Dream leaned on his palm, casually slouched against his desk. No matter how many texts and calls he got, none of them mattered. It was why he kept two separate phones; one for work, and the other for Quinn. Quinn and family, but mostly Quinn. That way he would never have to delete a single text or voice-mail, since it wasn't likely that he would reach the limit.
Between his work and Quinn's Dream felt pretty ******** jacked. In the middle of the shoots he felt as if the world revolved around him, and outside of that he felt empty. How many times had he had to call off a meeting? Or got the dreaded voicemail saying Quinn wouldn't be in? If he didn't need the damn phone to talk to his boyfriend he would have burned it long ago.
"Maybe you could come up for the weekend?" Dream ventured, a little hopeful, and mostly dreading a no. "I've got a shoot on Saturday, but it's in the morning, and Friday and Sunday are free to go." It wasn't much, but then again, it wasn't like they had much else to go on.
"Maybe I should just quit," he murmured, ears drooping. "If I quit, I could go back to the Host Club and this wouldn't be a problem."
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Posted: Sun Feb 02, 2014 9:51 pm
Painted Moose ...Goodbye To You was finishing, and went into Only The Lonely. Pandora knows! "Oh very obsessively. I'm your number one fan you know." he grinned as he said that. "I have a few on my desk at work too. Though I had someone ask me if I actually knew you or were just some weirdo who printed pictures off the internet. Then showed the one picture of us in my wallet. You know, the one Solange took of us before you left." he loved that picture. Dream in his lap, arms around his waist and they just looking into each others eyes. "Well, I did eat my favorite candy bar earlier when I was working on reports. I think that was the first completely junky thing I'd had in awhile. I'm off soda though, and I've been drinking green tea...it's kind of shitty but I know it's good for me." He'd been trying to change himself for Dream after those first few days, the photos of the others he was always around... it'd left Quinn feeling sort of uneasy. Dream was around such beautiful people and he himself...was not in comparison. He was just the big fat Snorlax/Lapras guy. ...okay so he was muscular but no. He was thinking of himself as the fat hybrid Dream had left behind. A few hundred pounds of unneeded baggage. His self esteem was shot lately. "Can't have them running me over, don't need you worrying your pretty head off about me when you need to focus on work after all." the knock made his words cut out, and he waited for Dream to yell at the twit across the hall, a wry smile on his face. "Don't be sorry Dream. You know you didn't want to stay at the club forever. This is perfect for you, modeling and acting and all. This is perfect, the world deserves to see your handsome face all over. As for this weekend, I can come up yeah. I'll just turn down any cases that might come in, and use the time to pack my s**t and all." he wasn't about to turn down seeing Dream! "Just don't be surprised if I nearly crush you when I see you....I've missed you and want to hug you so much." of course he did! His work cell rang then and he reached for it, and denied the call then turned it off before throwing it across the bed. "You know..." he hesitated a moment as he spoke. "Maybe I'll come up early...do some looking around...nothing says I have to keep the office down here you know...."
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Posted: Sun Feb 02, 2014 10:07 pm
Lirilei Pandora why? I've got "The Reason", don't judge me for Hoobastank. Then it went to "Prayer" by Disturbed.
Dream puffed up and leaned away from the computer, tossing his hands in the air. "Green tea isn't shitty! I've been trying to get you to drink that for months, and now...are you trying it with lemon or straight? It makes a big difference." His chair spun around him, doing it's best with nine overfluffed tails in the way. Not that Dream really gave a s**t either way. He was happy to hear Quinn was eating healthier, but he was also afraid he would take it to the extreme. Big or small, Quinn was Quinn, and at the end of the day it was that which kept him coming back to the texts and voice chats.
"The club wasn't that bad," He pouted, but sighed. Dream knew it wasn't work for him. It had been nice, especially when he hung out with his regulars, but he'd needed something more...challenging. The spot light hadn't been enough for him when he was a Poke'mon, in the show ring; he needed it now. "If you keep talking like that, my head's going to swell. Are you sure you can take off work? What if a really big case comes through?" Secretly he was hoping it wouldn't, or someone would just die before filling out the form.
Dream laughed. "You aren't the only one! I'm going to be so attached to you that you'll be calling me a leech by the end of the day." He heard the phone ring, and before his disappointment could build, he felt it lighten, until Quinn spoke next. His tone changed, "I don't...think that would be a good idea. We're about to switch locations after I get back from my time off."
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Posted: Sun Feb 02, 2014 10:23 pm
Painted Moose It sure knows the right songs... and I like that song so no judgement shall pass! *lol* Quinn smiled broadly seeing the picture and nodded. "Yeah that one. Looks like you need a new copy already. One to keep in a frame maybe before that one falls apart." there was a soft tone to his words, but it was a good thing really. "Dare I ask how they take the news of who I am to you?" it was a morbid curiosity. He grinned however at Dream becoming aggravated and winked at him. "Both. I like it better without actually. It's not so bad truthfully. That was worth seeing your reaction though." he was laughing for the first time in awhile, a genuinely amused smile on his face. "I know it wasn't but it was too small for you Dream. You're destined for something great I can feel it." he was Dream's number one supporter, even if it meant they would be apart longer he didn't want his boyfriend giving up on things! "I'm sure I can take off work, I'm my own boss after all. If I get a really big case, which I doubt, then it can wait till I get back for me to go idiot hunting." his enthusiasm at the idea of moving offices waned at the change in Dreams voice. "Oh I see. Alright then." he was surprised by the sudden change of things, but left it at that. If it wasn't a good idea due to an upcoming location change... ...well that was the only reason right? .....he didn't want to entertain the possibility that Dream maybe had someone up there and that he was just baggage that'd not been dumped yet. He had been about to say something else when an alert popped up and he clicked it, looking at a news article link that had popped up for him. He'd set up an alert for stories on Dream. "Model Dream....dating fellow actress...Miranda...." he read the words out loud slowly, uncomprehendingly, and fumbled to make the article larger, his eyes growing wide with dread, and he going pale. His fumbling made it so he knocked the laptop shut and his connection with Dream shut down. Dammit! Quinn swore loudly as his shaking hands worked to get the laptop opened back up. What the hell was this crap!?
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Posted: Mon Feb 03, 2014 12:05 pm
Lirilei Now it's on "The Infection" by Disturbed. I think it's hit a rut haha.
"Alright then, so I'll start cleaning up around here, huh? Can't let you see my mess." He joked, though weakly. Dream couldn't stand the change in Quinn's voice, or the look on his face. It was close to breaking his heart.
The part about the mess, though; he'd had more things when he lived in Solange's old flat, and now he had a wardrobe full of clothing he didn't own, shoes, cleansers, hair products, the works. In truth it did make him drool a bit, but they weren't HIS. They belonged to the company until he was making enough to support that lifestyle on his own.
"Hmm?" Knowing it was some article Quinn had found, Dream turned his attention back to the screen, only to feel his heart clench. "s**t, that was early." He murmured, more interested in Quinn's reaction than what he was saying. By the time he had realized it, he cursed again, though a heavier expletive before the connection shut down. "Quinn? Quinn!"
s**t, s**t, s**t! He KNEW he should have just told Quinn about it to begin with, but honestly he'd thought the other man would know by now that he wasn't into Miranda. He wasn't really buying into it....right? But then, why would he have closed out of the call?
Pushing himself away from the desk, Dream shot to his feet, running a shaking hand through his hair with a heavy exhale. "Just tell him the truth when he comes back...if he calls back..." Growling, Dream stalked his way to the door, grabbing his phone as he went, already speed dialing Miranda.
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Posted: Mon Feb 03, 2014 9:22 pm
Painted Moose Need You Tonight was ending and went into Don't Dream It's Over... *l* "Well there is that. I'll get you a new copy for your wallet then and get that to you." of course he would, he was good about sending letters and what not to the other. "Cute. Well thats better than I expected." he grinned at Dream. He knew he wasn't the type of guy most would associate with Dream. "I could care less about a mess since I plan to spend plenty of time in that bed with you just catching up. Maybe in the kitchen making you a meal, but really I'm going to be there to see you so I don't care about any messes." it was the honest truth at this point. He only cared about seeing Dream. He'd barely heard the 's**t that was early' from Dream before it had all closed down and he was shaking a little. Was it disbelief? It was something... he ran for the bathroom suddenly feeling sick, and threw up what little he'd eaten and all the water he'd drank. Then threw up a little more feeling a little weak once he finished up. Flushing the toilet he sat up and wiped his mouth on the back of his hand before he got up and washed his hands and brushed his teeth using some mouth wash and looking at himself in the mirror. "Need to hear his side..." he went back out to his laptop, and groaned seeing it wasn't turning on. "s**t! Cord..." he grabbed it and moved to his desk and set it down, fumbling with the cord and waiting for it to boot yet again, moving to his phone and swearing finding it dead too. "The HELL!?" he'd been scatter brained lately, but this was ridiculous! That too was plugged in to charge and he began to pace impatiently for his laptop to power up and he threw himself into his desk chair and turned the messenger back on. "C'mon...be there....be there..." he sent the video request and felt his heart start breaking more as there was no acceptance. "Oh god....Dream...." he choked back a sob as he slumped in his seat, tears welling up and over and trickling down his cheeks. So this was it? It was over?" He stayed where he was watching the blank screen with a heavy, broken heart...the crying wearing him out faster than anything else lately could have as run down as he was. This...was not his night.
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Posted: Sat Feb 08, 2014 6:08 pm
Lirilei Switching todays soundtrack I have "Bellydancer". XD ....then "Please don't leave me" by Pink.
He didn't want to sit down and relax anymore; he wanted to punch something, or someone! And only when his anger became to ebb did worry start sinking in. Dream stood over his desk, checking to see if Quinn was online, obsessively even, and when he tried calling he found that the other wasn't picking up - it was going straight to voicemail. The heck? Dream called two more times before closing his labtop.
When the voicemail picked up this time, he took a shaky breath and tried to curb as much of the anger for Miranda and worry about of his voice. "Quinn, pick up, okay? We need to talk as soon as you can, so give me a call back, alright?"
Dream turned to look back at his computer, and feeling his heart becoming heavier, he went to his closet to pull out a pair of running shoes and a hoodie. He didn't give a s**t if he was in pajama pants, or that he didn't have a shirt and wet hair. He had to get out of here NOW before he lost his damn mind. His hands couldn't stop shaking as he laced up the shoes, and when he slipped his phone into his pocket, he kept obsessively checking to see if he'd gotten a call or a text, even if he hadn't heard it go off.
Without much of a sign, he grabbed his wallet, pocketed it, and left.
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Posted: Sat Feb 08, 2014 7:23 pm
Painted Moose Mine went all Disney... You'll be in my heart. If Quinn were anything more than a social drinker now would be the time he'd have grabbed something strong to help him forget what he'd just read, and the fact that he couldn't contact Dream to save his life at this point. However he was not a drinker, or a smoker...and had cleaned his house of all his junk food. Seeing that Dream wasn't coming back online and his phone was out of order for a short time he made a quick walk to the corner store near his place and looked at the selection of crap there... none of it even remotely catching his attention. A similar reaction was had at the booze and in the end he grabbed a bottle of cold green tea, paid for it and slogged back home feeling like the world was currently moving in slow motion around him. He could see the light on his phone blinking and he scrambled towards it after hastily locking the door and called his voice mail hearing Dream's voice and instantly being torn two ways. He'd called this was good! But...they needed to talk? Those always tended to be relationship breaking words. 'We need to talk' It was with a heavy heart he pressed a button on his phone, speed dialing Dream's cell as he took a sip of the tea the icy cold liquid adding to the icy cold feeling building in his chest and stomach as he settled on the edge of his bed.
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Posted: Sat Feb 08, 2014 7:35 pm
Lirilei I've switched to "Numb", oh lord.
When he felt his phone vibrating in his pocket, Dream slowed down to a soft clip as he felt his shoes hit the grass on the edge of the park. Seeing Quinn's name caused a nervous feeling that he wasn't used to. He was excited, and at the same time dreading it. Was he going to be mad, upset? "Hey," Dream said simply, his breath coming out in huffs with the boom of the city at his back.
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Posted: Sat Feb 08, 2014 7:41 pm
Painted Moose ...Don't Want You Back. ....Good song...but BAD timing! gonk It was good Quinn wasn't prone to an over active imagination. The huffed 'hey' from Dream, the fact he was out of breath could have been taken by any other person as 'Oh crap...did he go to her? Are they busy? But it had been...what? Well long enough since things had broken down...but he didn't believe Dream the type to do that to him. Besides it was way too loud where ever he was, which meant he wasn't anywhere private. So that loosened up a coil of tension he'd been feeling. Still...he'd not felt this nervous talking to Dream in so long. "Hey...sorry about before. I managed to knock my laptop closed, and then it and my phone needed to be charged a bit...and just yeah..." nervously he took a sip of his tea. "Your message said we needed to talk?" he broached the subject hesitantly...worry coloring his voice.
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