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Post by Zadkiel on Feb 19, 2006 17:54:07 GMT -5
Hanyo ran a hand over his brow and glanced behind him. It would be awhile before his mother caught up. Maybe it would give him some time to explain to Tsing. He boarded quietly, checking each room to see if the workers had already come to clean before strolling into the cockpit. Tsing was in his chair and he was briefly jealous, he loved that chair, before he smiled. Walking up quietly behind the boy he leaned down, hands curling around the edges of the chair, placing his mouth by Tsings ear. "Maybe you could learn how to drive this thing," he muttered quietly, it'd give you something to do." He wanted to ask what the boy had been thinking about, but knew he wouldn't get an answer. Well, a helpful answer anyways.
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Post by Tsing Lu on Feb 19, 2006 17:56:40 GMT -5
Tsing jumped about five feet in suprise, face going red. He glared at the man. "Could you, you know, get your fucking face away from me?" he said angrilly. "And besides, do you really trust me learning to drive a piece of shit? I could take off with it if you did. Then what would your daddy do, hm? He'd be pissed. Though it'd be entertaining to watch you be a complete and utter WHIMP again." He blew the cigarette smoke in his face. "Now get away from me."
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Post by Zadkiel on Feb 19, 2006 18:01:18 GMT -5
Scowling, Hanyo swung around the chair, placing his hands on both sides of Tsing so the boy couldn't escape. "I don't appreciate you blowing smoke in my face thank you very much, and until you ask nicely, i'm not getting my face outta yours." He moved it closer for emphasis, a tiny grin lighting across his lips. He let the comment about him being a whimp slide. Tsing didn't know why he did it, he wouldn't understand anyways. The last time he'd stood up to his life-giver had been so humiliating. He'd rather not have a repeat experience.
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Post by Tsing Lu on Feb 19, 2006 18:04:19 GMT -5
Tsing glared right back at him, defiant down to the very last breath. "Fine. You won't move, I'll make you." he ground out. He took his leg and pushed the annoying Zercan away with a foot to his chest. "Now stay out of my face, or I'll take another low blow to you."
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Post by Zadkiel on Feb 19, 2006 18:12:08 GMT -5
He glared, tipping his chin up. "Fine, you wanna be pushy? I'll get pushy too," he swooped down and stole the cigarette from Tsings hand. "As long as you're on my ship, there's no smoking." He strolled into the kitchen and put it out under the tap, haunching his shoulders. 'Why does he have to be so darn difficult! I thought mate's were supposed to instantly click!' Twisting the water off he walked back into the cockpit, hands deep in his pockets.
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Tired, and just a bit out of breath Zefora stopped outside of Hanyo's ship, biting his bottom lip as he splayed a hand on his lower back. He didn't know if the boys were here yet and really, he didn't think he'd make it up the ramp into the ship. It was all he could do to waddle up the small set of stairs back home. Grunting he kicked over a crate and sat down. If they were inside, they should be coming back out soon, or maybe he could wait for Keat or Jevan.
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Post by Tsing Lu on Feb 19, 2006 18:15:43 GMT -5
"What the fuck!!!" he cried, standing up and glaring at him. He let out a loud, frustraited noise. "You can't fucking take someone's cigarette and throw it out!! You fucking bastard!! You know what? I'll smoke all the fuck I want, wherever the fuck I want!" He pulled out another and lit it up, glaring defiantly at the zercan.
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Post by Zadkiel on Feb 19, 2006 18:20:33 GMT -5
He growled, judging that he'd just about had enough. He stood to his full height and walked forward, pulling the next one from between the boys fingers, holding it up as it smoldered, the smoke running over him, making his eyes burn. "My ship, my rules. If you can't obey, I guess i'll just have to leave you here. People can only take so much mouthing off," he was still glaring, his eyes contracting with every shift in his voice. Ashes from the tip of the cigarette fell, landing on his hand. They burned but he ignored them. He wasn't backing down this time.
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Post by Tsing Lu on Feb 19, 2006 18:22:44 GMT -5
He grit his teeth, snatching the stick back and putting it in his mouth. "Fine. I'll fucking smoke outside." With a huff, he went around him, diliberatly hitting him with his shoulder on his way.
Once outside, he walked down the ramp angrilly, muttering about how much he hated Hanyo. Once at the bottom, he rose an eyebrow, looking at Zefora. "What the fuck are you doing here?" he asked around the cigarette.
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Post by Zadkiel on Feb 19, 2006 18:27:56 GMT -5
Before he knew what he was doing he slammed his fist down on the control panel, turning and kicking his chiar, yelping when a deep pain ran through his leg. Damn! He'd forgotten about his wound. Hissing, he threw himself in the chair, breathing deeply to calm himself. It wouldn't make any sense to go after Tsing if he was too angry to do much else than beat up his ship. He'd apologize later, he promised himself, nails digging into his palm, drawing blood.
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Looking up at the boy he struggled to stand, whimpering lightly when he almost fell over. Righting himself he sighed. "Can't get up the ramp," he muttered, a light blush stealing over his features. "So....did Hanyo show up? He came to make sure nobody bothered you. You're not claimed after all, perfect target for anyone looking for a life mate."
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Post by Tsing Lu on Feb 19, 2006 18:32:01 GMT -5
He blew the smoke out, making sure to do it away from the other man. "Pft. I can take care of myself." He flciked the shaes off idly. "Your.....son. He's a fucking pain in the ass. Maybe you should've drowned him at birth. Plenty of women do it to their daughters in China."
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Post by Zadkiel on Feb 19, 2006 18:38:18 GMT -5
Zefora bit his lip, glancing at the pavement. "You shouldn't say such hurtful things. Hanyo tries his best....sometimes he hurts people to do it but he tries. Why do you hate him so bad?" He brought his eyes back up, fixing black eyes on the boy. He'd seen how Hanyo looked at this human, how he moved to protect him. If he didn't know better he'd swear Tsing was Hanyo's mate.
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Glancing down at the faint half circles outlined in blood on his palms, Hanyo sighed. His head was throbbing, and that pain was beginning to sneak back into his chest, choking off his air. He merely tried relaxing, sinking down until his body was leisurely splayed in the chair and trying to take deep breaths.
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Post by Tsing Lu on Feb 19, 2006 18:44:24 GMT -5
He shrugged the threw the stick down, stomping on it. "He annoys me." he said calmly.
Once again, he felt horrible about being so angry towards the alien. In truth, he was just afraid of his feelings. He didn't know why, and frankly he didn't want to know why...but he actually liked the guy. Sure, it was childish to push away someone you're attracted to, but in his case...
He couldn't even think about liking another guy. It just went against everything he'd known all his life. Besides, it was in his nature to be defiant anyway. Even if Hanyo was a girl, he'd probably still give him the same amount of lip as he was now.
"Look, if you wanna talk to your stupid fucking son then say so and I'll make him haul his sorry ass down here, alright? I don't fucking feel like having a heart-to-heart with anyone let alone a stupid freak."
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Post by Zadkiel on Feb 19, 2006 18:49:49 GMT -5
"Please get him," again he averted his eyes, sitting heavily on his crate. For some reason his back was hurting worse, his legs aching as pain encompassed his legs. Letting out a deep sigh he tried to concentrate on the pavement below his feet.
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Worse....the pain was getting....no it was getting better. The siezing in his chest was loosening, allowing him to take a few deep breaths. Still he lay in his chair, hand rubbing across his chest as he tried breathing normally, eyes wide. What the hell was happening to him?
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Post by Tsing Lu on Feb 19, 2006 18:52:49 GMT -5
"Fine." With that, he turned around and made his way back up into the ship. All the way, muttering about how much he hated Zerca.
"Hey, lazy ass." he called, steeping into the cockpit. "One of your parents are here. The one with the fat stomache. Says he can't get up the ramp." He folded his arms and went over to the chair. "Hurry up." he commanded.
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Post by Zadkiel on Feb 19, 2006 18:59:14 GMT -5
He only payed momentary attention to Tsing, continuing to rub at his chest as he pulled in breath after breath. "Be...out in a second," he gasped, pulling himself up. Suddenly, Sefora popped up, the blue haired boy looking frantic.
"Get your asses outside, something's wrong with your mother!"
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Zefora watched the liquid pooling around his feet, eyes shining with tears as the first of the contractions hit his delicate frame. Breathing in, like he had done with his other kits, he glanced at the top of the ramp, deciding whether to struggle to his feet and try it or wait for Tsing to get Hanyo. In the end he stayed put, hands curling into his robes as another sharp pain streaked through his lower back.
((I've been waiting to get little Domini into this ^___^))
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