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Post by praiseofblood on Oct 12, 2009 21:52:22 GMT -5
"Yes, I did actually. They're lovely, but I was just wondering why you would gift them to me--" he didn't get to finish his sentence as Okash wandered from the back of the store. His torso was bare and streaked in various oils and grime.
"Grey, do you have any clue where the towels are?" he asked.
"Uh, I think they are--hold on, I'll get them." he said, moving from behind the counter. He went to a side room and came out with a towel. "Here you are," he smiled.
"Thanks," the tall, black haired Sensaforian smiled before ruffling Grey's hair. His eyes were drawn to Keiru, and he frowned for the smallest second. "Hello Mr. Oma, how may we help you?" he asked.
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Post by phantasmalunar on Oct 13, 2009 18:51:07 GMT -5
Keiru wondered briefly who the man was, but dismissed it seeing as he didn't think the guy had any chance with Grey whoever he was. "I simply came by to say hi to Grey here," he answered.
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Post by praiseofblood on Oct 13, 2009 19:52:44 GMT -5
Okash frowned, he knew of Oma's reputation. "Oh...you are acquainted with Mr. Oma, Grey?" he asked.
"Not really, we've met a few times, and I fixed his A.I yesterday," Grey said. "But he sent me these flowers--" he began before Okash's glower made him lapse into a slightly fearful silence.
"That's nice..." he began looking at the smaller male with a slight frown. He'd be damned if his little brother ended up with a manwhore like Keiru Oma.
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Post by phantasmalunar on Oct 13, 2009 19:59:41 GMT -5
Keiru could tell that this 'Okash' didn't like him, probably knew of his reputation. What he didn't know, though, was that he really had no choice in this matter, as neither did Keiru. Grey was his mate, and Keiru would be darned if someone else got him. He had a reputation to live up to.
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Post by praiseofblood on Oct 13, 2009 20:06:00 GMT -5
"Grey, I want to talk to you after you make your delivery, alright?" Okash said, looking at his mate's brother.
"Alright, I'll just finish up talking to Mr. Oma, and I'll run it." he smiled.
Okash nodded stiffly before heading back to his workshop.
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Post by phantasmalunar on Oct 13, 2009 20:10:29 GMT -5
Keiru stared boredly after Okash before turning to Grey. "Where's this delivery you're making, it may be on my way."
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Post by praiseofblood on Oct 13, 2009 20:15:24 GMT -5
"Um, you don't have to bother. It's just up the block, a printing place." he said, finishing his packaging and picking up the device and his datalog.
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Post by phantasmalunar on Oct 13, 2009 20:23:20 GMT -5
"Then I'll walk with you," Keiru said and went to open the door for Grey.
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Post by praiseofblood on Oct 13, 2009 20:30:42 GMT -5
Grey blinked, confused as to why the man wanted to be around him so much, but paid it no mind as he headed outside, quietly thanking the male for opening the door.
He headed up the street, humming to himself slightly, not actually caring if Keiru was following or not. They reached the building and Grey went about his usual protocol, returning the device, charging it and storing the amount.
He hummed Ingrid Michaelson's "Be Ok," as he headed back towards the door, jumping as he ran into a strong, slender chest.
"Sorry." Grey said, looking up into laughing chocolate eyes.
"We meet again, Grey." came the voice from the chest as Grey stepped back.
"Oh, Raine," Grey smiled. "Hi."
"Hey," he smirked. "Have you thought about my offer yet?" he asked.
"Umm..." Grey blushed slightly, stalling for time. He just didn't agree to go out on dates with just anyone.
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Post by phantasmalunar on Oct 13, 2009 20:36:28 GMT -5
Keiru had fallowed Grey on his delivery and glared green daggers at the boy he'd suddenly ran into. He was a cute boy, but not Keiru's type, but obviously Grey was his type and maybe vice versa. "You should be more careful," he said to the other boy before Grey could answer.
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Post by praiseofblood on Oct 13, 2009 20:43:10 GMT -5
Grey blinked, almost forgetting that Keiru was even there. Raine, on the other hand looked surprised.
"Mr. Oma...?" he said, looking at the man. Why was he here, with Grey? Surely he and Grey weren't...?
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Post by phantasmalunar on Oct 13, 2009 20:55:15 GMT -5
Why did everyone have to call him Mr. It made him sound old, and Keiru was only twenty-six. That was one of the reasons he always had his mansion staff call him lord or master, at least those sounded cool unlike Mister. "Yes, I am Keiru Oma, who may you be?"
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Post by praiseofblood on Oct 13, 2009 21:08:07 GMT -5
"Um...I'm Rainer Fion, but everyone simply calls me Raine." he said, looking at the ridiculously handsome, ridiculously rich man.
Grey was happy the attention seemed to be diverted from him, and chose this moment to slowly, very slowly, begin a slink towards the door. Sa-link. Saaaa-link. Saaa-link.
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Post by phantasmalunar on Oct 13, 2009 21:31:38 GMT -5
Keiru could feel the slinky retreat of his destined mate, but just decided it was best if he preoccupied this Raine guy until Grey had escaped. He could always hunt him down later. "Raine, huh," he said taking a few sexy steps closer to the boy. "That's a nice name."
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Post by praiseofblood on Oct 14, 2009 15:27:47 GMT -5
Raine blushed a bit, who wouldn't? "Um, yes...I guess so..." he said, his brow knitting.
Grey had successfully made his great escape and was walking down the street back to anywhere but the shop. He sang slowly, in a voice that actually wasn't that bad--"Meet me at Mary's Place, we're gonna have a party, meet me at Mary's place, we're gonna have a paaarrty..." he sang, bopping lightly to himself. He wish he had his guitar, he loved music. It was one of the only things that brought a smile to his face. "Let it rain, let it rain, let it rain, let it rain, let it rain, let it rain, let it raaainnn..."
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