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 Posted: Thu Apr 20, 2006 3:24 pm
This is a room branching off of the boy's main lounge. There is a large television on one side of the room, with a VCR and a DVD player, as well as cable. There are also couches and coffee tables and some comfy bean-bag chairs in our school colors. If you bring food in here, please be sure clean up your mess. If you spill something, contact a custodian immediately.
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Posted: Thu Apr 20, 2006 4:03 pm
Sanzo brought a bag of popcorn to the lounge and and put it in the microwave in the corner.
"2...4...5...START. That should do it."
He stood in front for the duration of the popping. As he waited for Cyndir to show up he wondered whether he was starting to actually have some feelings for the boy. They were pretty good friends, but he didn't think Cyn would ever think of them as anything more.
{Beep, Beep, Beeeeeeep}
"Ah, fresh popcorn, can't watch a movie without it." Sanzo walked over to a large couch positioned in front of the television and sat down. "Well, I'll keep this closed til Cyn gets here, that way it can cool a little.
Sanzo put his feet up on the couch. A few minutes later there was a knock at the door. "Hey Cyn-kun, what took you so long? I brought popcorn."
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Posted: Thu Apr 20, 2006 4:13 pm
Cyndir grinned, and headed over to the television to pop in the disc.
"Gomen gomen. I had a bit of trouble digging things out." he made a face. "You've...ehehe...you've seen my room..."
He grabbed the remote sitting beside the dvd player, and plopped down on the couch next to Sanzo. He pushed the power button then hit play, and settled back as the opening credits began to roll.
"Eventually, I'll get around to cleaning it...but I just can't seem to find the time." he grinned again. "Or the motivation I guess. How do you keep yours so immaculate?"
He reached for a handful of popcorn, and blushed as his hand brushed against Sanzo's when he did the same. Maybe he wouldn't notice.
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Posted: Thu Apr 20, 2006 4:30 pm
Sanzo felt Cyndir's hand brush against his as they both reached for popcorn. Sanzo's turned his head and looked at Cyn with a smile. He focused on the boys face hoping to catch a glimpse of his eyes.
"Well, I guess I can understand why you took so long. I just really don't have anything else to do sometimes so I just clean. Started keeping it like that a while ago. Found out it takes less time to clean up little messes than the whole room."
Sanzo ate another handful of popcorn and began to speak again.
"Well, if you ever want some help, give me a call. I just want to be forewarned so I can bring cleaning supplies." He ate another scoop and continued. "Lots of cleaning supplies."
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Posted: Thu Apr 20, 2006 5:18 pm
Cyndir's cheek turned a vivid rose color, as Sanzo met his gaze. Why did that smile make him feel so...light-headed? He couldn't help but smile back, even through the blush. Sanzo's words took a moment to sink in. What was it about being near the boy that made his heart jump like that? His dual-colored eyes blinked a few times, and he finally looked away, his cheeks a shade to nearly match his flame-colored hair.
"Well," he began, finally responding to Sanzo, as he looked back to the screen. "I'd be afraid to have anyone help me clean. Gods only know what sort of incriminating evidence they would find." he laughed, shoving some popcorn into his mouth.
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Posted: Thu Apr 20, 2006 5:43 pm
Sanzo sat quietly eating popcorn as Cyn looked back to the screen. It broke the gaze between the two of them that seemed to last forever.
'Gah, I've been staring at Cyn so long, I don't know what the hell's going on anymore. Whoa, the popcorn's almost gone. Who the hell is that boar?'
Sanzo thought about the endless look he gave Cyndir. For some reason he couldn't help but look at him. He saw the boys head starting to drop and his eyes began to droop.
'Is he falling asleep, but he'll miss the movie. I feel like an a** for not paying more attention'
He tried to catch up with the movie but all he could really do is hope to stay awkae for the ending himself.
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Posted: Thu Apr 20, 2006 6:43 pm
Cyndir struggled to stay awake, but he couldn't quite manage it. He had already seen the movie, and it had been a long day for the redhead. As he started losing focus, his mind began to wander, and his eyes started to close. His body felt very heavy and he leaned against Sanzo's shoulder.
"You make a good pillow..." he mumbled sleepily. "Kinda like this giant teddy bear I used to have..." his voice was barely coherent. "But it burned...I didn't mean to burn it..."
His eyes were completely closed now, and his breathing was slow and even. He curled into a ball against Sanzo's side, snuggling against the warmth of another body, completely asleep. A tear sparkled in the corner of one eye. "I want to go home..." he whispered.
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Posted: Thu Apr 20, 2006 7:03 pm
As Sanzo watched the remainder of the movie he felt a weight press against his shoulder. When he looked to see what happened, to his surprise Cyn was sleeping on him. He mumbled something about a big teddy bear. Sanzo carefully laid Cyn on the couch and retrieved the DVD from the player and turned off the TV. He cleaned up the remainig popcorn and turned to stare at Cyn.
"He looks so cute, and innocent there. I'd hate to leave him here, someone might ******** with him. I'll take him back to my room, there's no way in hell I'm walking into his."
Sanzo stuffed the DVD in the waist of his pants, and hoisted the boy from the couch. He carried Cyndirs lifeless body out the room and down the hall.
=====> B-12
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Posted: Thu Apr 20, 2006 7:24 pm
Cyndir whimpered an unintelligble protest as Sanzo laid him down and got up, but he remained asleep. As Sanzo picked him up, he turned his body against Sanzo's and sighed in his sleep. His hands gripped Sanzo's shirt, and smiled. He mumbled something about the movie, but gave no other indication of conciousness.
---->b12 obviously, lol
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Posted: Tue Jun 13, 2006 10:14 pm
Haru longed in one of the bean bag chairs his legs crossed over themselves, his foot bouncing boredly. Oh, how this school bored him, the TV buzzing nonsences to his deaf ears. He yawns his head resting on his hand. He yawned as he half watched the stupid people worked out the scriped drama in front of him. His eyes staied half shut as he straight a head into space. This school truely bored him to tears, if he had tears to cry.
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Posted: Tue Nov 07, 2006 1:43 pm
Kazuma yawned, randomly strumming the strings to his guitar every few minutes. The way he sat gave the impression of him watching television, though he wasn't really. Some anime was on the screen, but it was nothing he recognized, and he wasn't particularly into mecha anyway. Really, the lanky teen just had no desire to be in his room... alone. But given the hour, his options were rather limited. His closer friend was a girl, after all, so it wasn't as though he could just drop by and pay Miko a visit. Not this close to curfew. He was not trying to get shocked, after all. So he sat here, at least until he felt bored enough to go to his room and, most likely, go to sleep.
His violet eyes randomlyy drifed among the few other students who joined him in the lounge. A pair of younger boys deeply engrossed in the anime that could not hold Kazz's attention. A quartet of boys closer to his age, perhaps even older, playing a round of cards with one of the boy's nudie cards. Probably Misakuto's... that boy had an unhealthy liking of breasts. The kid was a born pervert. Kazuma rolled his eyes and sighed. This was pointless. What was he even doing in here? He strummed his strings again.
"Oi, Shimotsuma, knock it off already. You're not even playing anything."
Violet eyes flicked over to te four boys at the table off to the side. Misakuto was glaring at him unappreciatively.
"Nani... what's the matter. Can't concentrate on the cartoon boobs on your cards or something?" Kazuma looked away, strumming the guitar once more. Ordinarily he would have stopped instantly, always concerned with how others felt. Tonight.... not so much.
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Posted: Mon Nov 27, 2006 2:31 pm
Osaka moves into the Tv room, catching a few odd looks from the others around him. He walks in wearing a plain skirt, and school girl style top with two buttons at the top undone and the sleaves cut off. His wrist sports leather covered in round tip spikes. As his moves along the room, he sees one showing a talent for music, with fingers plucking at the strings. He smiles sweetly, yet giving off an aura that is less than friendly. His steps are almost like he is floating on air, silently making his way behind the boy and laying his hands on his shoulders, then comments on a small bit of the conversation he picked up when coming over. "Is is them that cant keep there mind on the task at hand...or is it you...?"
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Posted: Mon Nov 27, 2006 3:37 pm
Kazuma's fingers stilled over the strings of his instument, and a thick, dark brows arched at the kid who's spoken to him. Violet eyes briefly took in the markedly feminine attire and pretty face looking at him, before blinking owlishly in surprise. The surprise quickly faded from his features, however, as he realized the kid he'd initially thought was a girl didn't appear to be showing any signs of being shocked by eing in the wrong part of the school past curfew... So "she" was a cross-dressing boy.... or a very determined girl.
"I suppose you mean me... I don't have a task at hand to keep my mind on. I'm just... here." Kazz shrugged before strumming the strings once more, then sitting the guitar beside him on the floor.
<-------yohokiro's room
Moving wherever his feet led him, Mamoru found himself in the only slightly occupied lounge area. Some boys playing cards... a few more watching the television... and some kid with a guitar talking to----hello, what have they there.... A girl! And a cute one at that. Suddenly he felt the urge to conversate. A slight smir curled the boy's lips as he shook the long, shaggy burgundy bangs out of his face.... Reiku really needed o cut his damn hair already. But then he couldn't hide behind his bangs lie the little wimp he was, now could he... Mamoru rolled his eyes at the thought of it.
The teen was not shy as he approached Osaka from behind and, standing on tiptoe, rested his chin atop his shoulder before wrapping his arms about the slight waist of the "girl". She was a little taller than him, but he didn't mind one bit, it was only a couple of inches.
"And what are we doing here? Don't tell me I missed karaoke. Unfair. Hey, cutie, what's your name?" He deliberately ignored the startled look coming from Kazuma, not knowing or caring if the boy knew Reiku or not.
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Posted: Mon Nov 27, 2006 3:47 pm
Osaka smiles some looking at the boy, not bad looking, and musical talent is always a plus. "You say that, but you fingers dont seem to be at home on the strings, more like they are lost. If you had any focus at all, you would at least be playing a broken tune or at least small lines of corasponding sounds...you are just plucking the night away...no focus." Then...his eyes shot wide open, as he was borderline groped. He turns slowly, trying not to loose that smile of his, wanting to look cool and in control, even if he is more than suprized by the new boy holding him. "H-hello...why, I dont think we have met...is a handshake around here out of style? Or, is it I come off as a foosy?"
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Posted: Mon Nov 27, 2006 4:27 pm
Kazuma's mouth dropped open in surprise of Osaka's comment, and his cheeks flamed a bit with slightly embarassed color. He raked long, elegant fingers through his bleached tresses before crossing his arms, a bit discmfited by Osaka's comment. Well, he wasn't shy about making his opinion know at all, was he. Most people didn't set about to making friends by hurling insults. Kazz sighed, but before he could offer any sort of response, Osaka had turned his attention to Inoue. Kazuma frowned at the boy again... this was the most he'd ever heard come out of the kid's mouth at one time, and now he was even flirting. Surely the world was coming undone, or Kazuma was becoming unhinged. He scratched his head a bit quizzicllly, wondering which was closer to the truth.
"Inoue?"
Mamaru shook his head pleasantly, not the least bit uncomfortable by the comments Osaka paid his way.
"Iie, never said you were a floozy... I said "cutie", ne... However, you are all alone in the boy's dorm... What's a guy supposed to think?" He twirled his fingers around one of Osaka's pigtails playfully before flcking his eyes over to the tall bleach blonde apperently speaking to him.
"Probably not the one you're thinking of..."
It was true enough after all... And he would be damned if he'd be walking around being calling by that crybaby's name. He slippeed his arms from around Osaka's waist, having gotten quite enough slaps and punches for one day. Shoving his hands back into his pockets he rocked back easily on his heels. He smirked at Kazz.
"You thought I was Reiku, ne... Name's Mamoru... try not to mix us up. I hate that."
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