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Post by jethro konnor on Feb 3, 2013 20:24:41 GMT -5
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Post by carmine conte on Feb 3, 2013 20:44:44 GMT -5
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Scrawny? Carmine frowned, a glare in his crimson eyes as he whipped his body around to face Jet and jabbed a finger against his stomach. "Excuse me? You have more meat on your bones than I do! All that muscle you somehow got from working out. I work out with you sometimes and I still got nothing on these bones but skin and fat," the prince snapped all of a sudden, making it very unclear if this was supposed to be in character, or if he really meant that Jet shouldn't be saying he was scrawny when Carm couldn't get muscles, no matter how hard he tried. [/style]
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Post by jethro konnor on Feb 3, 2013 20:58:05 GMT -5
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Post by carmine conte on Feb 3, 2013 21:09:54 GMT -5
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It took every ounce of Carmine's humanity- gijinkanity- to not smack the boy in front of him for that insulting comment. Would that be a princely thing to do? Would that even be a Carmine thing to do? His gloved fingers instead curled into fists, while his lips pursed into a tight and thin line. "You're the warlock for a reason. If you weren't smart, there'd be no point to having you around. I'd dispose of you... from your tower and from your kingdom. You could go back to living on the streets," Carmine hissed, turning his back on Jethro now and hurrying deeper into the forest, away from Jethro and toward whatever he could find inside. Whether it stinking goblins, fucking trolls or a gang of gijinka thieving assholes. [/style]
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Post by jethro konnor on Feb 3, 2013 21:17:38 GMT -5
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Post by carmine conte on Feb 3, 2013 21:40:14 GMT -5
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Carmine's face was on fire, enough that he lifted his hands for the hood of his cloak and pulled it right down over his face to hide that bright and unflattering red that contagiously spread all across his face. Any day, he would insist that he never- not once- stared at the other's body. It was rude to stare. But the way his eyes lingered over that oddly colored skin and muscled body was undeniable. So he stayed entirely silent, having even stopped right where he stood in his tracks. "And you're telling me that you never look at me?!" the blond retorted, hurrying after Jethro and grabbing for the back of his cloak, trying to yank the other back to him. [/style]
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Post by jethro konnor on Feb 3, 2013 21:49:23 GMT -5
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Post by carmine conte on Feb 3, 2013 22:18:08 GMT -5
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"Tch... yea right..." Carmine mumbled, knowing full well that Jethro would never have a reason to look at him. He tried so hard to look good, look badass, and look like everything anyone- especially Jet- could ever want. But he knew that forcing this whole 'being cool' thing would only turn them away. He took a deep breath, letting the other's cloak go as he kept his mouth shut and brushed past him to keep on walking. He didn't even remember what he was looking for anymore. But the deeper into the forest he could go and the more lost he could get, even if that meant being separated from Jethro, the better. [/style]
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Post by jethro konnor on Feb 3, 2013 22:25:54 GMT -5
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Jet stayed in his spot for a while. A good eight minutes had to have passed. All the silly clothes were gone, neatly folded and held tight to his chest as he followed after the other. He wasn't talking, walking slow and listening for the others steps. He hope he heard them, or else he would go. Sometimes it ended that way - Jet just leaving for home to get ready for work. Just a usual day. [/style] |
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Post by carmine conte on Feb 3, 2013 22:31:28 GMT -5
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Carmine wasn't walking anymore at all. He sat on a fallen, mossy log, pulling sticks from bushes and off of the ground as he snapped each individual one, then snapped them again and again until the sticks were in small pieces. He just let the remains fall at his feet and all over his pants and cloak. He didn't care where he landed. He didn't even look at them as he broke them. He just stared into his lap. The boy's sunglasses were on now and his hood was pulled back down to his shoulders. Even that dumb little crown he had was on the ground and in the dirt rather than on his mess of blond hair. Carmine didn't hear Jethro getting close at all. All he heard was the sound of twigs snapping under his touch. [/style]
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Post by jethro konnor on Feb 3, 2013 22:55:25 GMT -5
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Post by carmine conte on Feb 3, 2013 23:01:49 GMT -5
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Only as the footsteps drew closer did Carmine snap the final stick and lift his gaze. He didn't look back, now staring at his hands as he dropped the broken twigs and dusted off his hands. He didn't even answer the other's question. Instead, he slid down the back of the log, toward Jet, and almost falling into the other's lap to lean against him. It probably didn't look like a comfortable position, with his legs still up on the log, but he felt warm there with Jet's arms around him. "You're really handsome. And really strong. Really smart too. All of that way more than me, I know..." Carm whispered faintly, his head turning to try and nuzzle just barely against Jet's shoulder. [/style]
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Post by jethro konnor on Feb 3, 2013 23:20:17 GMT -5
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Post by carmine conte on Feb 3, 2013 23:35:04 GMT -5
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"N-no... you're not. You're just a little different. But, you know what? So am I," Carmine tried to convince him, because it was true. Maybe he wasn't gray and he didn't have horns, but he had gills and webbed toes. No one would catch Carmine dead without his socks on. Maybe he could hide his differences and Jet couldn't, but he didn't know why different meant something bad. The horns were sexy. And skill color should never make a difference. His back was against Jet's chest, much more comfortable now as he tilted his head back and stared up at him. "I might have a brain, but that's all I've got. I'm not strong, talented, good with people, good at making money... I'm not much of anything."[/style]
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Post by jethro konnor on Feb 3, 2013 23:49:56 GMT -5
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