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Post by ode on Mar 29, 2010 16:45:36 GMT -5
"Hi," Tripp laughed out breathily as he ran into the same damned man from the club. It was humorous and had he had more breath he probably would have had more than a chuckle. "Nice to meet you again, really," he patted the guy on the shoulder and stepped back. Hearing the guy after in him the distance cursing, he quickly circled around the man, "Nice night!" before taking off once more.
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Post by praiseofblood on Mar 29, 2010 16:59:31 GMT -5
Grey blinked, looking at the boy. "Wait." He said, to the male, catching his hand before he got too far. "Who are your running from?" he asked.
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Post by ode on Mar 29, 2010 17:21:02 GMT -5
Tripp actually fell on his ass when the guy grabbed his hand and tugged him back, but even on his ass on the sidewalk, he was staring with a little bit of awe at their hands joined and that odd feeling that was creeping up his wrist and then arm. He wasn't sure what it was but it was a lovely feeling to be sure.
Stupidly, all he could think to was say, "Man, you feel nice." That is, until he heard the bastard cursing again. "That punk ass from the club. I was on my way home and he pushed me into the wall. I kneed him in his groin and ran." Rising to his feet, he couldn't help but ass, "I may be a smart ass but I'm not stupid. That mofo is big."
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Post by praiseofblood on Mar 29, 2010 20:53:59 GMT -5
Grey looked at the male, raising a brow as the male came around the corner. He didn't release Tripp, but watched as the male stepped forth screaming and yelling about how he was going to fuck Tripp up.
He sighed, looking at Tripp as the male stormed closer and yelled at Grey to move. In a flash he was on the ground, out cold from a quick punch to the head. He pulled Tripp with him. "Come, let's get something to eat."
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Post by ode on Mar 29, 2010 21:11:40 GMT -5
Tripp walked with him, looking over his shoulder the whole time to see that the guy was knocked out before turning to Grey with a grin. "Man, that was freakin' cool. Must be nice to be a badass bar owner. Cruisin' the scene and fuckin up idiots all night long! Whoo Ra!"
Okay, so he was a little silly, but hey, it didn't hurt anyone and besides, he was cute doing it. "Oh," he thought to say rather belatedly, "Thanks."
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Post by praiseofblood on Mar 30, 2010 15:59:10 GMT -5
Grey looked down at the male, raising an eyebrow. "If you say so." he said, actually amused as he led the boy to a nearby diner his brother would frequent now and then. They stayed open late and the food was phenomenal.
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Post by ode on Mar 30, 2010 19:34:49 GMT -5
Tripp slid into his seat but couldn't stop his bouncing - he just felt so rung up! Ordering a water when the waitress came, he eyed the fellow from across the table. "Why're you being so nice to me anyway? You turned me down in your bar, what's different now?" He blinked, "Or do you have a hero complex where you need to same the Bearer in distress?"
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Post by praiseofblood on Mar 30, 2010 19:44:32 GMT -5
Grey looked at the boy, cocking his head. "I run a business, and there I cannot run off with one of my patrons." he said simply.
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Post by ode on Mar 30, 2010 19:52:55 GMT -5
"But you wanted to?" he fished, feeling like the man's words could build him up or crush him down. It annoyed him that he cared so much about what one guy, one stranger thought of him. But he did.
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Post by praiseofblood on Mar 30, 2010 20:06:48 GMT -5
Grey was an honest man, and he wasn't embarassed to say when he wanted something or someone. "You could say that."
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Post by ode on Mar 30, 2010 20:16:41 GMT -5
Tripp stared at the man a long moment before a wide smile spread his full lips. "I'm glad. It was really messing with me that I find you so attractive and you didn't find me the same." Scooting around the booth, he rested his leg against the man. "Order me something, will ya? I suck at picking good Mentsiquarian food."
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Post by praiseofblood on Mar 30, 2010 21:03:12 GMT -5
Grey ordered for them, looking at the boy and blinking at their touching legs. "You just like having someone to touch, yeah?" he asked.
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Post by ode on Mar 30, 2010 21:06:33 GMT -5
Tripp just shrugged and fought down the oddest urge to blush at the question. He didn't feel so lonely when he touched someone else, the simple contact seemed to fill a void in him that he could never quite figure out just why he had it. He didn't say any of this out loud though, instead focusing on taking in his surroundings.
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Post by praiseofblood on Mar 30, 2010 21:42:51 GMT -5
Grey looked at the boy, shaking head head as the waiter came back with their drinks.
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Post by ode on Mar 30, 2010 21:51:18 GMT -5
"You don't talk much do you?" he asked, sipping on his sour water a moment. "You really should, you know? All that scowling causes wrinkles and you're too handsome for that."
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