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Post by Zadkiel on Feb 20, 2006 22:51:55 GMT -5
((Haha, yesh ^___^ *hugs Tsing* Thanks for the support))
He heard the shower running, it ran for forever before shutting off and he wondered if Tsing had used all of the hot water. They only had a limited amount until he landed and refuled the ship somewhere. His breath was slowly coming back and he loosened his death grip on the arm rests, watching as they slowly left Zerca's atmosphere, Earth's coordinates already programmed into the machine. All he had to do was sit back, relax, and worry more about what Tsing was doing in the bathroom. Sighing he finally drug himself out of his sorry slump enough to trudge into the kitchen and whip up a sorry excuse for a breakfast. It wasn't any more than rice and a few vegetables, but it was all he had the strength to make. He lumped it into one bowl and took it to the bathroom, knocking on the door. There was no answer. "Sefora...unlock this thing," he said quietly. The computer opeyed, clicking open the lock.
Tsing was curled at the base of the sink, asleep and he knew he couldn't leave him there. He'd freeze. Sighing, he gently picked him up, hoping he wouldn't wake him, and took him to the bedroom. He settled him on the bed, pulled a cover over his body and left to bowl of food on the end table. He wasn't hungry, couldn't even begin to dredge up his appetite. Instead he placed the bear by Tsings head again and left, cleaning up the bathroom, sending Tsings clothes for a wash. When he was done he curled into his chair, settling his head back, watching space slip by in a daze.
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Post by Tsing Lu on Feb 20, 2006 22:56:45 GMT -5
Tsing opened his eyes slowly. He was warm, and snuggled further into the sheets. 'That idiot must have brought me here....' he thought, blushing a bit at the hope that the man hadn't seen him naked, although the towel was still secure around his waist.
He sighed and sat up, the foor cold and unnoticed. He reached down to the floor, picking up the notebook and pen. He flipped through the book, stopping on what he had written. He wrinkled his nose. It was awful.
He ripped the pages out and tore them up, stuffing them under the pillow. "Gross." he muttered, tossing the objects aside again. He briefly wondered how long it would be until they reached China. He shrugged and flopped back down, shielding his eyes with his arm.
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Post by Zadkiel on Feb 20, 2006 23:06:01 GMT -5
((Aww, my dad's kicking me off, and I can't see the lyrics for the song T___T It keeps saying it can't find the website. Goodnight!))
Hanyo slipped further into a trance, eyes half lidded as he though back to last month. It had been quite the same as this situation was.....different circumstances, but still... And he had been the one loathing, the one glancing at his pursuer with so much hate. Now he knew how Xalite felt, if the jerk felt anything at all. He wasn't sure the Vampyr wasn't only taking advantage of him to get a grip on his fathers company. Either way, it was stupid.
"Hanyoooo...earth to the half dead kitty sitting in that chairrrrr...." Sefora's voice broke through his thoughts and he glanced up tiredly at the screen.
"What is it," he asked quietly. The boy shook his head.
"You're hopeless, Tsing's clothes are done....what should I do with them?" He shrugged, looking away.
"Take them to him, he doesn't want to see me right now." The computer grunted in malice and blipped away.
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"Clothes are done," he said loudly, reappearing in the bedroom. He glared at the boy on the bed, wondering what had happened last night. He was always left out of the loop on everything and it was making him angry. "Soooo....why id dear old Hanyo half dead on the chair out there? And why are we heading back to Earth instead of celebrating the birth of Domini?"
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Post by Tsing Lu on Feb 20, 2006 23:10:06 GMT -5
((Aww....I'll put them on my own host Night night))
His eye twitched as he sat up, and glared at the computer-boy. "Easy, because I'm from Earth. I'm a human. Humans live on Earth." he explained, as if to a very young, and stupid child. "Besides, why should that fucking ass be upset?? I'm the one who was vilated!! He's a fucking pediphile." he muttered, stretching. "Now give me my clothes before I go around cutting wires."
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Post by Zadkiel on Feb 21, 2006 5:20:51 GMT -5
((It works now! Pretty song^___^))
"I know you're a human, ass," he snapped back, "I just thought Hanyo would enjoy spending some time with his family. Go ahead cut the wires, see how long it takes us to drift to Earth. And you should really brush up on your knowledge about Zecans my friend, it would do both of you a world of good in the long run." He sent the clothes up, via the shoot, on top was a book about Zerca and it's inhabitants. "Just glance at it while you eat," he nodded his head to the food Hanyo had made, mumbling about pedophiles and annoying humans, before blipping away.
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"Hmmmm...." his stomach let out a long, low growl and he finally got up to see what he still had left in the kitchen. Not much, he'd have to do some shopping then on Earth. Pushing back the thought he reached into the refrigerator for a container. It had the leftovers of delicious fish Tsing had made, one of the workers or maybe Sefora had to have cleaned it up. Trudging back to his seat he sat down and nibbled on a piece.
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Post by Tsing Lu on Feb 21, 2006 9:05:14 GMT -5
((Isn't it? XD))
Tsing huffed as he got off the bed and picked up the clothes. He tossed the book over his shoulder and hurridly got dressed, leaving the towel on the floor. "I can't read your fucking crap!" he yelled as he flopped down on the bed, immediatly shoving the end of the pen in his mouth.
Man, he needed to smoke. but of course....he had no cigarettes left. He was already getting the shakes because of it. He let out a frustraited noise and covered his eyes. Judging by the amount of time it took them to get to Zerca from Earth, he suspected that they'd get back to China by this evening...and he couldn't wait.
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Post by Zadkiel on Feb 21, 2006 9:11:46 GMT -5
Space was interesting....oh so interesting......Yeah right. Hanyo shoved fingers through his hair irritably, setting the now empty container on the control panel. He was so bored now that he had, had a good sulking period. He briefly wondered if he could go make sure Tsing was alright, before throwing that idea out the window. He'd be dead in an instant. Sighing, he stood and trudged into the bathroom. He'd take a shower, even if the water was freezing cold.
He tossed his clothes down the chute to be washed and stepped in, picking up a bar of soap as he flicked on the water. Surprisingly there was a bit of warmth left. He didn't even bother taking off the bandage on his leg, he'd redress it later, after he got dressed again.
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Post by Tsing Lu on Feb 21, 2006 9:15:21 GMT -5
((lol, what happened to school?))
Boredom had also found Tsing, who had taken to not only singing to himself, but also doodling oddities within Hanyo's journal. Once in a while he'd stop doddling and just stare at something for a period of time before going back to doodling.
Although, he did get bored of it pretty damn quick. Thus, he changed his singing, and instead of doodling, he began to try and read the guy's writting. Of course....he couldn't, so he just made up words in his head.
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Post by Zadkiel on Feb 21, 2006 9:23:16 GMT -5
((Haha, my mom kept me home to babysit -___- They had to run to pittsburgh. Thankfully, the little kiddies aren't up yet *sighs*))
Turning the water off, Hanyo reached out to grab a towel, pulling the fluffy whiteness around his thin waist. He stopped to study the bruise on his nose, poking it gently only to hear himself hiss in pain. "Hmmm....clothes... Sefora! Send em' back up!" The boy didn't appear with a smart remark, only shook his head.
"Get em' yourself lazy." Hanyo glared.
"I'm not walking out of this bathroom in nothing but a towel, gimme my clothes back." Again the blue haired boy rolled his eyes and sighed dramatically.
"They're not clean yet, guess you'll just have to get a different outfit." Oh no. He knew what the computer was doing. Trying to throw them into the same room to talk out their problems. It wasn't happening....but, he was cold, and Sefora had disappered somewhere to watch. Giving up he slipped out of the bathroom, pulling another towel over his hair to dry it. He knocked on the door of the bedroom.
"I need clothes out of there. Can I come in?"
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Post by Tsing Lu on Feb 21, 2006 9:25:53 GMT -5
((LOL, how old are they?))
"Screw you!" he called, not lifting his gaze from the paper.
Yes, boredome had truely taken the poor human by storm. He had taken to making glasses out of paper, and had balanced them on his nose as he pretended to read.
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Post by Zadkiel on Feb 21, 2006 9:30:17 GMT -5
(five, and they're identical twins, kinds fun to babysit when they don't get to fighting))
He growled, shivering as a rivulet of water ran down between his shoulder blades. "This is my room, may I remind you," he pushed open the door, stopping in his tracks at the silly sight of Tsing with paper glasses balanced on his nose. His bad mood seemed to fly right out the window and he broke down in a fit of hysteria, stumbling to the closet to search for something to wear.
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Post by Tsing Lu on Feb 21, 2006 9:32:58 GMT -5
((lol))
He gave the man a dirty look. "Oh fuck you." he hissed, throwing the book as hard as possible at the laughing man. He tore up the glasses. "Hurry the fuck up and get out. UI never want to see your sorry ass, ever again."
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Post by Zadkiel on Feb 21, 2006 9:38:58 GMT -5
Hanyo dodged the book, pulling out a pair of pants. He supposed now would not be the time to tell the boy how adorable he was, no matter how angry or silly he was. Reaching into the closet he pulled out a pair of pants. Not the stretchy material of his shifting pants, but they would have to do, they were the only pair left in the closet. "Close your eyes or turn since you don't wanna see my ass," he snikered playfully and reached to pull the knot on his towel.
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Post by Tsing Lu on Feb 21, 2006 9:41:32 GMT -5
"You fucking asshole!" he threw the pillow at him before getting off the bed and storming out of the room.
That goddammned ass!! He'd kill him one day! He was sure of it! Definately!!! He went to hide in the vents again, this time not going too far from his enterance in the kitchen.
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Post by Zadkiel on Feb 21, 2006 9:48:02 GMT -5
"Touchy," he whispered, pulling on the pants and finding a shirt. Button down black, comphy and light. He pulled it on and flicked his still damp hair back, noticing the untouched food on the nightstand, his discarded journal once again on the floor, and the book on Zerca. Shaking his head he picked up the books, tucking his journal under his arm. He'd read it to pass the time. As an after thought he tucked a piece of paper in the page about Zercan mating in the book in case Tsing felt the need to read something. I t was after all, he didn't know if the boy realized it, one that changed with the viewer-anyone could read it.
He picked up the bowl and took it to the kitchen, setting it on the counter. Setting his journal on the table, he went to a drawer and pulled out a small packet-some gauze and antibiotic cream inside. He sat down and unwrapped his old bandage, grimacing at the swollen, red skin around the wound. "Wonder why that doesn't hurt worse," he asked himself, tossing the bandage in the trash.
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