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 Posted: Sun Nov 29, 2009 6:30 pm
He snuggled into his pillow with a small groan at the pounding in his temples. Oh...god turn off the sun he thought with a growl of irritation at it. Just a few more minutes, he was so -comfortable-, the line of warmth against his back, the weight over his side and holding him close.
The soft breath against his neck..
wait....
breath??
his eyes flew open at the realization and he closed them again almost as fast curling in on himself at the ice pick sensation that stabbed into his brain via his eyes. He never remembered the sun being -this- aggressive before. It was down right -hostile-
But never mind -that!! What the HECK was Demy doing in his BED!?
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Posted: Sun Nov 29, 2009 7:03 pm
And not only -sleeping-, but spooning him. Quite contently, he would add in....if he wasn't still stuck in his after-booze slumber.
Demy was comfortable as well. A nice warm thing to snuggle into, and...
Well okay nevermind, that stinging in his head was not comfortable AT ALL. In fact, it was downright painful. Breaking out of his snoring (which was probably very loud and obnoxious on poor Z's ears), the blonde gave a whine of despair and did his best to bury his face into Z's back.
Z's...back.
....What the hell was he doing here?
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Posted: Sun Nov 29, 2009 7:18 pm
"....Dem...." He said as carefully and quietly as he could to try and soothe the Pounding in his head.
"....get off me."
He thought, all things considered he was -very- fair about it.
God what had he been THINKING, finishing off the last of that bottle. Uuugh, he felt =ill=, his mouth felt like something -died- in it, and moving made his head spin. Fine frosting on the 'waking up being cuddled by your roomie' cake.
... and then he remembered -why- he'd finished the bottle, and froze like a deer in the head lights.
No, no be calm. All clothing was on, Demy passed out first, they just... snuggled.
It meant -nothing... NOTHING.
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Posted: Sun Nov 29, 2009 7:22 pm
All things considered, this wasn't a bad place to end up.
Though his head was killing him, and even the mere thought of moving made his stomach lurch, he -was- cuddled up to Z. And it had been just the night before that he had tried to..
....What had he tried to do? He really had no idea. Nor did it really matter. He had a roomie to cuddle now.
"Noooo can do Z..."
His voice cracked and the blonde coughed a bit, thankfully turning his head away from Z's ear before doing it. That finished he gave one tired groan and went right back to burying his face in Z's back.
"Not moving....it's sleep time man..."
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Posted: Sun Nov 29, 2009 7:34 pm
... he said no.
He actually said NO. Not that this had NEVER happened before but now, now was IMPORTANT.
But... it was comfortable... sleep was infinitely preferable to the other impulse, the -logical- one he thought, that said he should be VAULTING out of the bed as fast as he could.
Except for that headache. Yes, it was the headache.
His face felt hot Dem Snuggled closer.
"I'm NOT a stuffed animal." he informed him, regretting instantly the emphasis on the word 'Not'... oh god his head.
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Posted: Sun Nov 29, 2009 7:51 pm
All things considered, Demy said no a lot. A whole lot. Usually it was just for fun and he ended up doing whatever was asked of him anyway.
This time? Nuh uh. He wasn't budging.
"I think you like being my stuffed animal..."
He hugged a bit, mostly for emphasis on the stuffed animal thing.
"The Z -I- know doesn't...let other people mess with him. If you were so upset man..you'd be gone."
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Posted: Sun Nov 29, 2009 8:43 pm
Dem was right, but he didn't have to LIKE that he was right. It was DEMY for god sake, "Its -my- bed" He said his voice growing taught. "I shouldn't have to bolt from my OWN bed..." his voice rose again for a split second before he was clutching at his head, aggravation it seemed did as little for it as raised voices and he groaned in agony.
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Posted: Sun Nov 29, 2009 8:51 pm
There was a long drawn out pause before an answer of any sort came from the other boy.
"....Fine."
And then the warmth was gone at Z's back, and Demy was struggling to climb over him and -out- of the bed.
Which simply resulted in the blonde crashing to the floor face first, legs still on the bed draped across Z. -Ow-.
One pitiful curse filled whine later....
"J-just...give me a second..man..."
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Posted: Sun Nov 29, 2009 8:58 pm
... Hell.
Now he felt guilty AND trapped. Why the heck did he feel GUILTY! it wasn't -his- fault that he'd fallen like that it...
Well he bought the damned -cake- because he felt bad too, what was WRONG with him. Maybe...maybe Dem -wanted- him to feel bad! What if that was his 'agenda!!' everyone had one, he'd just -assumed- that Dem's was to have someone call him 'awesome' all the time but.
Right, that train of thought had to stop. He was NOT going to become one of those paranoid people who lived in a cement house with large guns and spent their time waiting for reports on CNN to prove the aliens were invading.
"....Ffff" he started to curse and then flopped an arm over the edge of the bed.
"God... fine...I'm getting up to get us aspirin." He informed Dem. Someone had to take care of him. That was all, and in return he'd have dem to 'help' him with his own plans. Checks and balances. That was all, last night... last night was just -booze-, it made you do strange things! That must be it...
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Posted: Sun Nov 29, 2009 9:07 pm
Heh heh. Hook, line, and sinker. Z wasn't the only one that could manipulate people! ....Okay he was the only one in this -room- that could. Demy pretty much failed at it, unless it was Z that needed to be manipulated. Then Demy could pull it off.
Like he just did!
Demy had rolled over on his back, legs still up in the air and propped up by the bed. When the arm flopped over the edge the blonde simply poked at it.
"Aspirin sounds pretty good man...I need like...a -lot-."
His headache was -killer-, and he was pretty sure the rest of the body aches would catch up with him when he woke up more. Argh.
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Posted: Sun Nov 29, 2009 9:57 pm
Zac sort of....slid, off the bed, or ooooozed would perhaps be a better word for it. A kind of slow aching movement till he was sitting on the floor for a moment EVER so grateful that he hadn't stripped down out of his jeans because the floor was cold.
"Oh...god... I should, smother you for opening that damned bottle." he groaned, not that Dem held a gun to his head to finish it or anything mind you. He stumbled to his feet and fumbled in his cupboard and fished out the aspirin and a few bottles of water that were -intended- to be used to keep him from having to drink from the tap (he thought it tasted nasty.
But desperate times called for desperate measures.
"Oh gooodddd... tell me we don't have class today."
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Posted: Sun Nov 29, 2009 10:14 pm
"You...you brought it in here man! Don't blame me for opening it..."
Not that that made -any- sense at all. To Demy it did, but everyone else? Not so much.
"Maaaan...I don't even...know what day it is. Do we have classes?"
Please god say they didn't. Then he could just stay right here on the floor the rest of the day. Maybe he'd move later. ...Maybe.
Aspirin though. Aspirin was good! So he quickly downed a few and drank from the offered water bottle.
Ughhhh......
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Posted: Sun Nov 29, 2009 10:38 pm
Zac sat carefully back onto his bed, took his own asprin and a swig of water with it.
Never... again.
Ever.
Why they didn't think of hangovers as an early discouragement to drinking he had NO idea.
He fumbled for his clock and poked the date button. Oh thank GOD, sunday. He pondered for a moment the irony of thanking god, on sunday and pushed it aside. No thinking right now, thinking hurt.
He lay down with a groan and glanced down at Dem again.
Not...going to feel bad. NEWP.
At all.
Period.
Damnit.
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Posted: Mon Nov 30, 2009 7:02 am
Well Z wasn't speaking, but with the way he simply groaned and laid back down Demy had to come to the conclusion that today was a day free of classes. This....this was good. Very good.
Unfortunately this floor was starting to get uncomfortable....damnit.
Demy whined, trying to shift into a more comfortable position. But everything just hurt and damnit it all to hell... Why had he ever listened to Z and moved out of the bed in the first place?!
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Posted: Mon Nov 30, 2009 9:14 am
Oh hell... "Dem.. you have a bed too you know."
He grumbled and rolled over to curl into his pillow and away from the light. He as so not falling for this again. He really wasn't.
Really really.
Rrrrrrgh.
"Do you want help off the floor?"
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