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 Posted: Thu Jan 28, 2010 6:21 pm
"Dem I'm going to boot you in the butt... stand up, I can walk, where do you want to eat." he grumped. He was NOT being piggybacked around like some little kid. No mater -how- tall he was.
That just did -nothing- for one's dignity, let along the utter damage it did to people respecting you (at least that was his opinion)
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Posted: Thu Jan 28, 2010 6:25 pm
"If you can walk then why are you liiiimping? Cmon man you're just gonna hurt yourself more if you keep walking on it.."
Demy stayed put, peering over his shoulder at the other.
"I just wanna help...."
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Posted: Thu Jan 28, 2010 6:28 pm
"Because it -hurts-" he said grumpily.. "And I'll be -fine- You can help by picking where you want to eat. It's fine, the foot will be fine, I'll get extra ice or something if you want to fuss about it but its FINE and I am not ... piggybacking like a 10 year old.. You'll look like my big -brother or something now -pick-"
He folded his arms and tried to look as much like it didn't hurt in the least to stand on, wasn't -that- bad... really. I mean he'd had worse...so there.
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Posted: Thu Jan 28, 2010 6:34 pm
"Z....either you can hop on willingly, or I can walk over there, grab you, throw you over my shoulder, and drag your a** back to the dorms. And before you say I wouldn't do it, I want to assure you that I in fact -would- do it. So...it's up to you man."
He was still kneeling, and now he was grinning back at the other.
"As for dinner...I dunno, tacos sound okay? Quick, easy to carry back...like you'll be if you'd just hop on..."
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Posted: Thu Jan 28, 2010 6:37 pm
He looked taken aback..
"You wouldn't -DARE-" he said eyes narrowing suspicious that Demy =MIGHT= in fact dare to do just that.
"Tacos are -great- he said by way of distracting, "Taco Hell?" he queried hoping to distract Dem with the thought of reading the little packs of hot sauce.
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Posted: Thu Jan 28, 2010 6:43 pm
"Oooo....yeah man, let's go! Maybe they got some new sayings on the taco sauce, mmmm..."
He licked his lips at the thought and actually got back to his feet. Maybe he really -had- forgotten....
Nope.
Quickly he was at Z's side, wrapping an arm around the smaller boy.
"Cmooon Z, up ya go..."
Dare? Oh yeah, he'd dare to do that.
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Posted: Thu Jan 28, 2010 6:52 pm
"DEM!!" He said in alarm as the arm slid around him
"DON'T YOU DARE!! DON'T YOU -EVEN- THINK ABOUT IT!!" He started to back up, and of course backed into the trash bin.
"DEMY I will HIDE YOUR GLOW STICKS I SWEAR TO GOD!!"
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Posted: Thu Jan 28, 2010 6:57 pm
"One...I already thought about it. Two, I doubt you could find and hide -all- my glowsticks, and even if you did I could get more. And threeeee, I'm not gonna let you walk and hurt yourself more, so there!"
That arm slid further around, before finally lifting Z and tossing him over the other's shoulder. It...was awkward at best. Sure Demy was taller but only by inches...but he was determined to carry his friend home and he was going to do it damnit.
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Posted: Thu Jan 28, 2010 7:05 pm
"DON'T YOU -DOoooof!! DAahh!!" He protested and started to squirm only to realize he'd probably, after tonights luck be dropped head first onto the pavement.
He thought, about then, that he understood why 'Lt. Scheelite' had been having a 'bad night'... probably someone had ignored his wishes and tossed him over a shoulder after having to climb off a roof via a -fire- escape.
"Demy I am planning to smother you in your SLEEP, being carried is HUMILIATING!!"
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Posted: Thu Jan 28, 2010 7:19 pm
"You wouldn't smother me! Besides...you'd have to actually catch me asleep to do that, and goooood luck man, good luck. You know I go to sleep way after you and usually wake up first anyway, hehehe!"
Unless he was suffering from sugar crash. Then he had to wonder if Z would feed him sugar to get him to eventually crash just to smother him. Hrm...
"Now! To Taco Hell!"
Z in tow the blonde started off once more, heading for the nearest taco joint.
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Posted: Thu Jan 28, 2010 7:24 pm
"I'll LEAVE THE PIXI STICKS OUT!!" he threatened. He -was- known for multi step planning.
"I'll give quarters to your Nemisis!! I'll... I'll" he paused searching for threats.
"... I'll call you by your full name!!... " he added, gripping shirt so he wouldn't slid in any odd directions.
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Posted: Thu Jan 28, 2010 7:30 pm
"I'd love it if they were left out!"
Even if it'd contribute to a crash, they'd be delicious.
"Quarters won't help Alex actually get -good- at Guitar Hero...and..........you wouldn't dare."
Demy growled a bit at the boy he was carrying. But put him down? Oh no, he wasn't ready to do that just yet.
"Besides, you know all this fuss you're putting up is just drawing attention~"
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Posted: Thu Jan 28, 2010 7:38 pm
"Want to -bet?" he snapped back. "If I could reach my phone I'd text your rival!" He threatened. "Dem... I have had... a very...very...shitty evening, I don't -LIKE- being carried." He growled more quietly.
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Posted: Thu Jan 28, 2010 7:54 pm
"Well that's okay, because we're hereeee!"
Demy threw open the door to the taco place and carefully set Z down inside.
"Thereeee ya go! I bet now that I'm around your night is better right? Riiiight?"
The way he was grinning it was likely he'd be crushed if Z said no.
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Posted: Thu Jan 28, 2010 7:57 pm
Narrowed eyes and pursed lips.... "I decline to answer that yet because I am still cranky that you -carried- me" He folded his arms defiant.
"Pick your poison" he waved at the menu and started towards the desk to order without quite waiting.
Well it wasn't a -no-... wasn't a yes -either- but it wasn't a no.
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