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Post by annanova on Jun 3, 2011 15:24:04 GMT -5
The note was slid across the table and like the offering of food, Damien picked it up slowly. He unfolded it, turning it in his hands to see the light writing on the other side. His eyebrows knitted together a second in confusion instead of expected difficulty. Languages came easy to him, and the boy consequently knew each one. "My little cherry peach..." He asked raising his eyes to meet the other's. "You're boyfriend's a bit cheesy. I'd ask for more original material, but it's not my place."
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Post by Chrimien on Jun 3, 2011 22:37:54 GMT -5
Clyde looked mildly confused and a bit offended at the same time "Cherry peach? So what he sees me as a round red peach?!" He then blinked at the other male "He's not my boyfriend, im not with anyone...on the contrary people avoid me" He didnt really seemed all too concerned about it but at the same time he seemed a bit sad. "Honestly Im sort of surprised, no one has ever bothered sitting with me before....even though im sure your only sitting here because its really the only place to sit...." He picked up the plastic spoon that was also in the bag, handing it out to the male before grabbing the plastic fork.
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Post by annanova on Jun 5, 2011 11:55:17 GMT -5
"Because if I had to hear one more word about you I'd slit my throat open and choke to death on my blood is more like it." Damien corrected in a mumble. For some reason he couldn't explain he wanted the other boy to be single. He wanted to be the only one that would make a difference in his life. That was enough to make him want to slit his throat all over again.
Damien took the fork, twisting it between his fingers and playing with it idly. He pretended to be interested in the utensil more than the boy sitting down from him. Eventually curiosity got the best of him and he spoke up. "So... why does everyone hate you?"
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Post by Chrimien on Jun 5, 2011 15:49:52 GMT -5
He blinked once more at the question before frowning slightly "you dont believe what they say then?" He found that pleasantly good "Well...long story short...I suddenly distanced everyone in middle school, its been that way since, it was my choice...I just didnt think that my personal choice would effect everyones thought on me but hey, its South Park...people are assholes here" He looked down to his fruit bowl thing, idly poking at it now.
"Only a small few are still my friends....but thats because they know what everyone else doesnt know...Im not sure about the french boy or the blond one though...i dont know if they know something everyone else doesnt or not"
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Post by annanova on Jun 5, 2011 18:47:47 GMT -5
"It's because south park is small." Damien mumbled as he opened the food the other gave him. It smelled good enough and looked fresh. Even if it was shit Damien would have still taken it over the cafeteria pizza. "Everyone's business is everyone else's. I can't blame you for separating yourself from all these shit heads. Smart move."
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Post by Chrimien on Jun 13, 2011 23:06:27 GMT -5
He smiled dryly "Doesnt feel like it...." He went quiet a moment, picking at the fruit thing before eating something. Deciding he liked the taste he continued to pick and eat before looking to the black watch under his sleeve "Ah, time for me to go....guess i'll see you around?" He got up, pushing the remainder of food hed been given towards the darker male before gathering up his stuff.
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Post by annanova on Jun 14, 2011 19:24:14 GMT -5
"If you want." Damien said, watching the other shuffle books into his arms and slid the rest of his untouched lunch across the table at him. Damien felt a twinge of sadness that the other was leaving and he couldn't explain why. So he allowed himself one flirty flash of a witty smile. "I'm one ritual away whenever you need me."
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Post by Chrimien on Jun 19, 2011 14:57:14 GMT -5
A small smile reached him as well as a slight blush "Ritual?" His head tilted a bit before he left, leaving the cafeteria and heading to his Counselor's office. He didnt see the male until the end of the day, getting ready to leave while talking to Craig as he grabbed books and put others away. Closing his locker he hoisted his bag over his shoulder, waving good bye to the male as he began to head home, he no longer took the bus like the rest of his friends did.
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Post by annanova on Jun 19, 2011 21:31:15 GMT -5
Damien slung a plain black backpack over his one shoulder, feeling incredibly nerdy as he did so. Most guys weren't even carrying anything, but Damien had a bit of paperwork to get to his father and to finish himself. The dark boy refused to ride on the bus, having horrible memories from when he was younger and the other children relentlessly teased him. Though when confronted, he'd never admit that was the reason he too planed to walk home every day.
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Post by Chrimien on Jun 28, 2011 2:04:14 GMT -5
{sorry for vanishing shit got pretty overwhelming for a few days but im back!}
It was on the street that he met the other again, blinking at him slightly as they had ended up walking the same sidewalk "You walk home too?" He was very curious about this as it was the first time he had ever seen someone besides himself walking from school. After a moment the curiosity passed, after all it wasnt his business if the other walked or not. Turning back to the sidewalk he began walking once more, arms crossing over his chest to grip at his arms. He was cold, he never really bothered to wear anything really heavy, even when his mother constantly told him he had to.
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Post by annanova on Jun 28, 2011 22:52:16 GMT -5
"I hate public transportation. Makes people think I'm into the environment or some shit like that." He said, slowing so the other could follow into step with him. "I'm planning on getting the most ostentatious Hummer around. I'll be puffing out so much smoke you won't know what hit you." He smirked at the other. "But I don't plan on contributing to global warming any time soon so I think you should get a coat."
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Post by Chrimien on Jul 26, 2011 12:02:11 GMT -5
"Im okay...my only good jacket got destroyed...." He wasnt about to go into the details of why it seemed. "Ive always walked though so its okay, the cold doesnt really bother me that much anymore" He shifted his bag to the other shoulder before turning a corner. He took the scenic route home?
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Post by annanova on Jul 26, 2011 21:54:13 GMT -5
Before Damien could comprehend what he was doing, he had his leather jacket in his hand, and was shoving it at the other boy's chest. "Here." He said roughly. "I can keep myself warm, you can't. Consider it a peace offering. Now you can't blow me off the way you do everyone else." He gave a small smile, though he cursed it.
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Post by Chrimien on Aug 7, 2011 14:06:11 GMT -5
He jumped at the sudden appearance of the jacket, nearly dropping his bag and what he was carrying. He blinked, mildly surprised and even a bit fearful "Uh...no thanks, really, im fine..." He even smiled to show he was "I appreciate it though....its nice to know someone is willing to be nice to me"
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Post by annanova on Aug 8, 2011 12:20:35 GMT -5
"Just fucking take it. If you wanna be nice, do it for me. So I don't have to pity you any longer." Damien said, his words not coming out harsh at all. Instead he smiled almost gently, refusing to take the jacket back. "It's not like I'm poor. I can get about fifty of these anytime I want."
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