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Post by ode on May 9, 2010 22:04:47 GMT -5
"Fine, I'll go to sleep, you just don't be a cover hog," he mumbled as he burrowed under the covers. "Trying to explain stuff to people and then boom they don't want to hear it, I dunno why i bother but..." he yawned before falling into an exhausted sleep.
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Post by praiseofblood on May 9, 2010 22:11:16 GMT -5
Ryou shook his head, crawling into bed with the boy and falling asleep.
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Post by ode on May 9, 2010 22:13:40 GMT -5
Gri awoke the next morning with the most satifyingly aching body he had ever had. He was sweaty, slightly sticky and he knew his hair was on end - it was a nice way to wake up. Groaning, he stretched, sighing when his joints popped. "Now that was a good night."
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Post by praiseofblood on May 10, 2010 16:47:37 GMT -5
Ryou frowned in his sleep and burrowed further into the pillows to get away from the noise.
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Post by ode on May 10, 2010 19:16:54 GMT -5
Gri noticed and snorted. Pulling the cover off the man just for spite, he kicked it to the bottom of the bed and got up to grab his clothes. Tugging them on, he eyed the bed a minute more before heading towards the door and then home to wash up before going to his dayjob.
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Post by praiseofblood on May 10, 2010 20:07:08 GMT -5
Ryou woke an hour or so later, blinking at the coldness on his bed and his body. The boy was gone. He should have figured--yet, somehow, he was disappointed by this.
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Post by ode on May 10, 2010 20:10:29 GMT -5
"Yeah, yeah, I know I'm late Moki," Gri waved at the older man where he stood with his hands on his hips, glaring at the man. Pulling his apron on, Gri went into the back and started doing his daily prep chores while firing up the grill.
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Post by praiseofblood on May 10, 2010 20:15:02 GMT -5
Ryou sighed, going to shower before going to Jukar's to make sure the club was cleaned up and everything.
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Post by ode on May 10, 2010 20:18:34 GMT -5
"Yes, yes, I won't be late tomorrow," Gri said as he finished wiping his station so Kru could take over for his shift. "And I realize that I hold you guys up. Yes, yes, I know..."
Exiting the building, he sighed. He needed to head home, he really did but for some reason he had an odd urge to head back towards the bar. He didn't, of course, it being too early in the day but he didn't want to go home either. Not sure what to do, he just headed for the nearest coffee house to grab something, still a bit sleepy from staying up fucking the night before.
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Post by praiseofblood on May 10, 2010 20:36:04 GMT -5
Ryou watched the cleaning crew for a while before leaving a message on Grey's AI, calling to stock up on more alcohol, and headed out of the club to go shopping for his own house.
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Post by ode on May 10, 2010 20:37:21 GMT -5
Gri, coffee in hand, had decided he still didn't want to go home and so made his way to the local grocery. Looking for what, he didn't know. It wasn't like he needed anything, but he might. Maybe if he looked, he'd find something...
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Post by praiseofblood on May 10, 2010 20:42:05 GMT -5
Ryou walked slowly down the aisles in the store, pressing buttons that advertized products that beamed themselves right into his apartment.
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Post by ode on May 10, 2010 20:50:01 GMT -5
Gri wasn't really paying attention where he was going, scanning the shelves and still finding nothing. He was so out of it, he ran right dead into a wall before falling flat on his ass. "Ow! Stupid big ass wall of... Ryou?" he blinked up at the man.
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Post by praiseofblood on May 10, 2010 20:52:33 GMT -5
Ryou blinked as someone walked straight into him, and he wanted to frown when he heard that familiar voice.
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Post by ode on May 10, 2010 21:01:46 GMT -5
Gri scoffed, "You aint gotta be frowning. You weren't last night so dont be doing it now. It's not like I was seeking you out or anything. I don't do seconds normally and you certainly don't seem interested so I will just take myself elsewhere." He said haughtily, only to realize he was still in the floor and so scrambled to his feet to glare at the man.
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