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Post by Tsing Lu on Feb 21, 2006 9:51:45 GMT -5
Tsing heard Hanyo in the kitchen, and groaned. "Why the fuck to you keep folowing me?!?!" he shouted. "DAMMIT!" he covered his ears, the echos hurting them.
Yeah...that was smart. Shout in an enclosed cavern of metal. 'You're a smart one, aren't you Tsing?' he scolded himself.
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Post by Zadkiel on Feb 21, 2006 9:57:03 GMT -5
Hanyo jumped about a foot in the air, the gauze disappearing underneath the fridge, his journal flying halfway across the room, pictures he swore to himself he was going to burn, of Xalite, spilling out from being tucked between the pages of the journal. "Where the hell are you," he asked, clutching the tube of antiseptic to his chest, "you alomst gave me a damn heart attack." 'That's it Hanyo...easy breaths...he so did NOT scare you. Just startled a bit....'
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Post by Tsing Lu on Feb 21, 2006 10:00:31 GMT -5
"I'm in your fucking head, you dolt!"
He rolled his eyes, resting his head on his arms. "Fucking idiot." he muttered. If Hanyo fell for that....
"I suggest you speed this piece of crap up. I wanna get home as soon as possible."
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Post by Zadkiel on Feb 21, 2006 10:05:22 GMT -5
'Not in my head,' he corrected the boy mentally,'in my heart.' He wasn't sure where that came from and it didn't matter, he was loathed, remember? No matter how right it had felt last night.
"I asked you before if you wanted to learn to fly this thing, you declined. Therefore, we will be going as fast as I want and taking our good old time. Why are you in the vent again? You know what happened last time you decided to be a genius." He crouched painfully on his knee, looking under the refrigerator for the gauze. It was all the way in the back and he stretched to try and reach it, his arm falling short, only fitting to his elbow.
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Post by Tsing Lu on Feb 21, 2006 10:10:24 GMT -5
"I'm getting away from you!" he retorted, crawling further into the vent.
"God, you bug me. Speeding this piece of crap up would do us both a service! Now shut up, because I'm going to sleep. And if I wake up and we're not in Beijing, I'll come out of here and fucking stab you." He threatened.
It was empty. He wouldn't really stab him or anything. Maybe kick him in the shin or something....but not anything drastic.
He lay his head on his folded arms and closed his eyes, quickly beginning to drift asleep.
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Post by Zadkiel on Feb 21, 2006 10:15:52 GMT -5
He sighed and got out a fork, going back to fishing for the gauze. If the boy wanted to fall asleep in the vents, who was he to stop him? It wasn't like he could crawl in there and pull him out, but he wasn't going to be blamed for how sore Tsings body was going to be, nor the loud screech that was going to be his alarm clock when they did land.
Laughing in triumph when he finally got the gauze he sat back, putting his leg out in front of him. The gauze was clean...well mostly. The ship had been cleaned at the stop off in Zerca anyways, so it should be okay. The wound was sorta closed up now. He rubbed cream over it and began wrapping, pulling it tightly.
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Post by Tsing Lu on Feb 21, 2006 10:18:52 GMT -5
Tsing fell asleep quickly, breathing evening out.
Even though he was asleep, he kept dreaming about what had happened last night, and what could have happened had they gone any further. Would he have regretted it if they went further?
But the big question; did he rewally regret what had already happened?
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Post by Zadkiel on Feb 21, 2006 10:25:46 GMT -5
Tying off the gauze he stood up, gathering the pictures of the silver haired Xalite and tossing them in a drawer. He'd burn them later. He peeked in the vent, catching sight of Tsing's raven hair in the shadows. "That cannot be comfortable," he really didn't want to run for a pillow. Instead he grabbed a chair and some towels, pulling the grate up on the vent. He leaned in, lifting Tsings head up and piling towels there before letting his head gently fall back into the fluffy cushion. "Atleast youwon't have a headache and a half-frozen face," he murmured and trudged into the cockpit, his journal in hand. He settled down and as an afterthought grabbed a pen, beginning to write everything that had happened since he met the human,smiling at the doodles throughout the pages.
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Post by Tsing Lu on Feb 21, 2006 10:32:18 GMT -5
He awoke a few hours later, lifting his head and rubbing the side of his face. So the idiot had given him towels as a pillow. How thoughtful....end the sarcasm now.
Slowly, he crawled out of the vent, dragging the pillos with him. He stood and stretched, the kinks cracking out of his body as he did so. He wondered how long until they reached Earth.
He sat down at the table, and thought for a while, remembering back to his dreams and last night. He was so confused right now... he gripped his head.
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Post by Zadkiel on Feb 21, 2006 10:38:36 GMT -5
Hanyo was so lost in his writing, biting the tip of the pen as he recounted last nights events on the page that he jumped again when Sefora blipped up. The boy grinned at him, waiting for him to stretch. "Half and hour. We will be landing in Beijing, China in half and hour." The screen changed so they could get a full view of the approaching sphere of Earth. Hanyo clenched his hand tighter around the pen. This was it, Tsing was going home, he'd never want to see him again. A lump arose in his throat and he tried to push it down, coughing brokenly.
"Um...land in the same park if you can Sefora. That way Tsing can get his bearings when we get out." He judged it would be evening when they landed, dark enough to conceal the ship so he didn't have to put up the cloaking device.
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Post by Tsing Lu on Feb 21, 2006 10:43:41 GMT -5
Tsing beat his forehead on the table. Geez....
So....maybe he enjoyed himself lastnight. Maybe he loved it. And just maybe he wanted more...but that couldn't happen. He had his career, his family, his friends...everything to live for on Earth. He didn't like Zerca very much. Especially since there weren't any cigarettes....and the place was filled to the brim with creepy alien freaks.
Besides, he couldn't just suddenly change his mind anyway. He'd already made it perfectly clear to all he had met the past few days that he completely and utterly loathed the prospect of Zerca and it's people.
He was such a fucking idiot.
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Post by Zadkiel on Feb 21, 2006 10:46:55 GMT -5
Standing up he set his things down with shakey hands, pressing them to his stomach. He felt a bit queasy. Shaking it off, he pressed his hands into his pockets and trudged into the kitchen to wake the boy. He stopped in surprise. "Oh....you're awake. Um...just thought you would want to know. We'll be there in half an hour...." He bounced his toe off the corner of a chair, watching the tile on the floor as the lump tried to invade his breathing space again.
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Post by Tsing Lu on Feb 21, 2006 10:49:47 GMT -5
He looked away hautily. "Whatever." he snapped.
He bit the inside of his cheek. He felt awful all of a sudden. Depressed even....that in half an hour he would never see the stupid cat-man again.
He pulled out his cell phone and glanced at the date. So....it was that day. He shrugged it off and shoved it back into his pocket.
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Post by Zadkiel on Feb 21, 2006 10:55:23 GMT -5
"Yeah.,.whatever," he pushed out as best he could past the painful lump. Fiddling with a loose thread in his pocket he moved back to the drawer where he had stuffed Xalite's pictures. Now was as good as time as any to burn the damn things, get rid of his past. He glanced through them, knowing how fake that smile was on his face when he appeared in the photos. Turning on the stove he lit the corner of one, watching the shiny paper curl in upon itself. He tossed it in the sink and turned on the tap. Atleast this would distract him so he wouldn't throw himself at Tsing and beg for him not to leave. It would be most embarassing.
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Post by Tsing Lu on Feb 21, 2006 10:58:32 GMT -5
He watched the other in silent interest for a moment, standing. He felt the shards of paper from earlier in his pocket.
He cleared his throat. "Um....look....I..." he looked away and scowled. "I have a concert tonight. It's our first live. You can come if you want. You have to shop anyway, right? So you might as well." He clenched his fists. What the fuck was he doing!!?!?! 'Stop it, Tsing! Stop it!! You idiot!' he scolded himself.
"It's not like I care or anything. But maybe then you'll see why I hate Zerca and like Earth." he spat out.
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