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Post by phantasmalunar on Apr 11, 2010 20:32:33 GMT -5
Ciero quickly changed his usual look into a pair of military clothes and went to find his giver to tell him he was there and which unlucky group of boys he'd be getting. His giver immediately sent him to a group that consisted of only givers in which Ciero frowned. It wasn't like he was going to try anything with any of these bearers, he already had someone he wanted to go after.
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Post by praiseofblood on Apr 11, 2010 20:53:59 GMT -5
A while later, Ceyenne was walking home, passed the base for the training grounds. His great-uncle (who was only three months older) Aurelian was with him, the two chatting about something or other as they walked passed a group of soldiers going through training.
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Post by phantasmalunar on Apr 13, 2010 19:30:31 GMT -5
Ciero turned and grinned when he caught sight of Ceyenne basing by the base. He quickly gave the group a break and ran over. "Hey, Ceyenne!"
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Post by praiseofblood on Apr 13, 2010 19:33:24 GMT -5
Ceyenne blinked, looking at the officer, squinting at him before he saw it was the man from earlier. "Uh...hello." he said with a small smile.
"You know this guy, CeCe?" Aurelian asked.
"Yeah...I met him at the library. Ciero... right?" he asked.
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Post by phantasmalunar on Apr 15, 2010 18:47:08 GMT -5
Ciero put a thumbs up. "Yep, that's me. I glad I ran into you again. I've been having to man up these recruits," he said.
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Post by praiseofblood on Apr 15, 2010 19:11:52 GMT -5
Ceyenne blinked at the troops behind him with a bit of surprise. "Ah...we'll leave you then...to your work." he said, getting ready to head off.
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Post by phantasmalunar on Apr 15, 2010 20:48:12 GMT -5
"Aw, so soon, well maybe I'll catch up with you again. We'll have to talk about books and stuff again," Ciero said with a charming smile directed toward Ceyenne."Maybe you're free later, or tomorrow."
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Post by praiseofblood on Apr 16, 2010 15:48:52 GMT -5
Ceyenne looked at the male. "Ah, you'll most likely be busy. Perhaps I'll just see you somewhere around." he smiled, before he and his uncle headed off.
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Post by phantasmalunar on Apr 17, 2010 22:50:47 GMT -5
Busy, Ciero wondered whoever gave the boy that idea. He was never really busy, just wandered across things to do in his spare time, they were always things he could drop just like that.
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Post by praiseofblood on Apr 18, 2010 16:59:37 GMT -5
Cece and Aure headed off, and Aure flicked his nephew's ear. "Oi. You think he's cute?" he asked. Cece blushed. "Y--n-no! Of course not!"
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Post by phantasmalunar on Apr 18, 2010 19:34:41 GMT -5
Ciero went back to his group of recruits. "Oi, let's get back to work now, it's time for the harder stuff."
They groaned and Ciero grinned.
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Post by praiseofblood on Apr 20, 2010 19:59:27 GMT -5
Cece and Aure headed towards Shion, Aure's bearer and Cece's great-grandmother's house. The pair were on their way and Aure continued to pick at Ceyenne about Ciero.
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Post by phantasmalunar on Apr 20, 2010 21:02:52 GMT -5
Ciero worked his recruits until they were begging on the ground, drenched in sweat. He chuckled when he finally released them, quite happy.
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Post by praiseofblood on Apr 21, 2010 16:14:18 GMT -5
At his grandmother's house, Ceyenne headed out to the gardens, sitting down to sketch for a while. Before he knew it, he had a picture of the handsome male from earlier.
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Post by phantasmalunar on Apr 21, 2010 16:51:29 GMT -5
Ciero tried to spend the rest of the day away from his family as much as possible. It wasn't nessecarily that he didn't like them, just that since his younger brother had found his mate since they were children, his parents always tried to hook him up with boys they thought were potentially his mate or would make good mates because they pitied that his younger brother had found his mate before him. Ciero didn't see the big deal, they were only two years or so apart. Maybe he didn't want a mate yet, or ever. Maybe he went around as he did because he didn't want to be forced.
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