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Post by clementine on Mar 16, 2009 23:18:43 GMT -5
Rhys expelled his breath suddenly when he found Lu’s weight on his chest. Wow. The kid was adorable…well as adorable as a little ankle-biter could. What kind on mischief could Lu be hiding under that innocent façade?
“Hello.” Rhys said again. He tweaked Lu’s nose before he could help it, then arched his back a little so that Lu bobbed up and down a bit. “I like your kitty. Does it have a name?” Kids named stuff right? Rhys couldn’t recall.
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Post by Chrimien on Mar 16, 2009 23:41:47 GMT -5
He giggled slightly before looking curiously at his kitty then back at Rhys "Sicle-chan....." Sicle?....either the child was demented or it was short for the word icesicle. He played with the cat briefly before looking up "Nii-san...." He watched Chibon walk by, drenched from head to toe, clothes sticking to his body as he headed home to get dry clothes.
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Post by clementine on Mar 16, 2009 23:54:06 GMT -5
Okay. That was so not fair. In fact, that was way beyond fair, it was downright cruel. Was Chibon stupid or something? Or did he deliberately tease like that? For a virgin, that idea was astounding. Reigning in his self control, Rhys tried to ignore Chibon, as he continued to bounce Lu a bit.
Oh, hell. He had no self control. “Woohoo Chibon! You gonna strip for me later?” Chibon already disliked him, so why not have a little fun? Rhys watched Chibon’s ass upside down from his position on his back.
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Post by Chrimien on Mar 17, 2009 0:09:48 GMT -5
He stopped, looking like he was going to retort or do something violent before he started walking again. Lu laughed though wether he was laughing at the motion or at Rhys was undecipherable....there was a possibility of both but was that possible for a child his age?
The next time Chibon walked by he was dry, wearing a light blue tank, fishnet armsleeves, the tightest blue leather pants ever, and tan fuzzy boots.
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Post by clementine on Mar 17, 2009 0:19:04 GMT -5
What the…Where the fuck was he going dressed like that?! Chibon had walked by yet again wearing pants so tight that they looked like they had been painted on. “Where the heck are you going?” Rhys struggled to sit up before remembering Lu. “Sorry kiddo.” He picked Lu up, taking the child off his chest to rush after Chibon, but not before giving Lu an affectionate kissed on the forehead before he dashed.
“Some virgin.” Rhys huffed next to Chibon, looking horribly out of place in his loose robes next to the club wear. “You look like you’re ready for a little BDSM.”
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Post by Chrimien on Mar 17, 2009 0:51:52 GMT -5
"Nowhere imparticular...." He continued looking ahead, walking. "Why are you following me anyway..." He almost seemed to want to sigh "I thought you werent going to look at me anymore...." was he sore about earlier?...Sure seemed that way. Had it upset him? ad he enjoyed talking to Rhys even if it hadnt showed.
Lu watched them go, holding his kitty before walking back to his house.
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Post by clementine on Mar 17, 2009 1:03:29 GMT -5
Rhys wasn’t sure if he cared if Chibon was upset from earlier. That meat comment still had him irked. Despite how he sounded, he choose his lovers very carefully, treating them respectfully.
“Nowhere in particular huh? It’s kind of hard not to look since your dressed to kill. Don’t tell me you were just going for a stroll dressed like that.” Rhys raked a hand through his hair. “I’m following you just in case you lead me to any of your hot buddies. Savvy?” The Incubus waggled his eyebrows suggestively.
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Post by Chrimien on Mar 17, 2009 1:13:38 GMT -5
He rolled his eyes "Right...I'll tell you when i have friends....." He shook his head, walking towards what appeared to be the shoping center, it was full with people shopping. Though he entered it he practically ignored the shops, walking right through the ara to the next area. Which appeared to be a aprk type of deal. He found a shaded area and sat down. He really was going for a stroll then...
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Post by clementine on Mar 17, 2009 1:22:05 GMT -5
“Hey, well I’m you’re friend. That’s one down.” Rhys smiled, not sure how to really respond to something like that. No friends? Well, that was depressing. Chibon was cute. A little prickly, but Rhys liked him for what he was. It disturbed him to know the other didn’t have friends.
Rhys followed Chibon like his shadow. He was slightly distracted by the shops, seeing stuff he liked, but he persevered in his chase. He plunked himself down next to Chibon when he sat. “So I guess you really were walking. Fancy that. You’re too cute to just go to the park. We should do something.”
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Post by Chrimien on Mar 17, 2009 1:29:59 GMT -5
"Like what....I have no interest in the same things others my age do...I dont much care for shopping and I dont care at all for night clubs....and will you stop calling me cute.....I find it depressing...im no girl i dont need to be cute...." His eyes were closed as he spoke, ignoring the world around him as he sat there, relaxing or meditating or whatever it was he was doing.
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Post by clementine on Mar 17, 2009 1:39:10 GMT -5
“Then what should I call you?” Rhys asked. “Handsome, dashing, sophisticated? How about attractive, striking, or beautiful? Oh, but don’t stop me. I’ve got loads more.” It seemed that he was being quite serious. It was a personal aspiration of his to let all things that were gorgeous, to know it. He wondered why being called cute depressed Chibon. Strange…
“Chibon are you even listening to me?” Rhys asked when he saw that the other’s eyes were closed. Grinning wickedly to himself, Rhys leaned in and gave Chibon a quick kiss on the lips before moving out of arms reach. There. That would teach Chibon to ignore him.
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Post by Chrimien on Mar 17, 2009 1:46:57 GMT -5
His eyes snapped open and he looked almost mortified though soon an upset look came as he stood and practically dashed off. Leaving almost no trail as to where he went. Atleast Rhys hadnt been hit yet though judging by that look it must be coming eventually...preferably later then sooner. It was amazing really....how Chibon managed to run that fast in heels despite how thick they were or that they werent that high.
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Post by clementine on Mar 17, 2009 9:10:17 GMT -5
Rhys roared with laughter when Chibon took of like a bullet. He was glad he hadn’t been hit yet, that was good. Still chuckling to himself, he got of and sauntered back the to the Spa. His spa he reminded himself. On the way there, he took a pit stop to check on his ship and to grab some luggage. The way Chibon dressed made him want to go out…or change at the very least.
Essentially sneaking back to the Spa, keeping a sharp eye for the Pink Fury, Rhys found a secluded spot in the lobby and changed quickly into a pair of jeans so loved that they had faded and softened considerably. He chose a red silk collared shirt and button it up quickly. There. That was much better than those stupid robes. Who cared if he stuck out?
Whistling jauntily, Rhys steered clear of the main house and headed back to the market to find some real food. He wondered if he’d find Chibon anytime soon. Probably not from the way he had taken off. The Incubus smiled and walked on.
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Post by Chrimien on Mar 17, 2009 11:18:53 GMT -5
Chibon would not be seen at all, not at home nor by the beach nor anywhere really. If anyone was asked theyed honestly say no, they hadnt seen the pink haired male. Whenever Rhys would pass by the Spa again, Lu would be there again, this time accompanyed by mother who was pacing furiously infront of the front doors. Lu merely watched his mother, blinking curiously at him.
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Post by clementine on Mar 17, 2009 17:42:17 GMT -5
Rhys returned to the Spa a while later, happily munching on a sweet roll. His shirt was completely unbuttoned, exposing a well defined chest and abs. He was feeling pretty good until he saw Chibon’s mother pacing madly in front of the Spa doors. My Spa, he reminded himself furiously.
Not forgetting their conversation from earlier, Rhys approached the other man cautiously. “Um…should you be doing that?” He asked. “I mean, since your eggo is prego and all.” He licked sticky fingers, tentatively, while crumpling the leftover trash in his hand.
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