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Post by kohaku lebara on Jan 18, 2013 17:49:18 GMT -5
The moment they were in the garage and the bike was at a safe stop, Kohaku quickly jumped from the bike, ripping off the helmet and tossing the other a rather heated glare. Honestly! He gently thunked the top of the other's helmet with his own, gently snapping. "Just ONCE could you not try to drill into my back during the ride? Every time you get more excited than a man on aiding drugs could!". His voice was hardly loud, though very tired. Tossing the helmet on to the workbench in the garage, he fished the keys form his pocket and unlocked the door. Despite his annoyance towards the other, he still held the door, amber eyes cast aside. "Go make yourself comfortable while I make you some drinks..if you still want them". He would join the other, that is what he was more or less saying and hoped the other understood. Of course he would. Valor always understood him - somehow. Of course, despite himself, he couldn't help the smirk as the other took off his own helmet and his comment slipped out. "Nice hair. Sexy.".
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Post by valor chessaire on Jan 18, 2013 18:17:09 GMT -5
Valor made absolutely no efforts to step off of the other's vehicle, instead sliding down the seat a bit as the other stepped away, his bright eyes slipping shut before he let his rest back against... something. Really, he'd never bothered with any of the mechanics of a motorbike. He liked cars, personally. More reliable in his mind. Not to mention the vibrations in the engine of, say, a porsche or what-not didn't hum right under the packed contents of his pants. Really. What did the yellow-eyed man want from him? He was male after all. Of course, he hadn't even cared to think about it until he felt the clunk of his friend's helmet against his own. Huh. Perhaps he had needed one after all. " Hmm. You're asking a lot from me, my friend.. Let me sit on the idea..." he replied, grinning his devilish grin as he crossed his arms behind his head, " I'll have to go with a 'no' on this one, Loverboy. You know how I love being able to try and penetrate the hard contour of your back while you're driving a hunk of Harley. It just makes me so hot, Sweetheart." He hoped the sarcasm was stinging in the other's ears. Honestly? Kohaku was the one wishing to take Valor from his comfortable spot at the bar. Kohaku was the one that offered to take him back to his own place, rather than take him home. And Kohaku had offered his Davidson in place of a taxi-cab. It wasn't as if this was the first time the bike had brought up a touchy.. subject. And yet, the man was too nice to tell his companion to hit the road. The elder had always been that way, too insistent on aiding others to dwell on his own qualms or thoughts. It was nothing new. And after taking a bit of time to grin, he dragged himself off of the motorcycle, tossing his own helmet to the same spot that Kohaku had thrown his own. Of course, he scowled at the comment to his hair. How funny. " Do you really believe me to turn down a drink? When have I ever..~?" He would ignore the words at his locks. For now. And with that, he strolled inside, moving to sit on one of the other's sofas. Gently, he placed himself in the center of the couch. He always sat in the center. " How's the little one?" he called to Kohaku from his place. He assumed that, if they were to be drinking and Kohaku was out on his lonesome, that the child wasn't at the house.
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Post by kohaku lebara on Jan 18, 2013 18:29:51 GMT -5
There were many comments that could be made, but all he uttered as the other passed was a weak ' I can name a few things you'd like to sit on as well' but merely brushed past the other into his kitchen. He pulled out the bottle and tonic, pouring the drinks into two clear glasses from the small cup stand on the counter. Kohaku enjoyed his house. It was wide, lots of space. He could move around easily without bumping into things. He brought over the two contents needed for the mixture before setting down on filled with the tainting liquid before setting down his own. He left only a moment more to grab a bottle of vodka and setting that to the side. His personal favourite. Dropping on to the couch beside the boy, Kohaku lifted his drink and looked at the other before stopping. "Hold on..". Setting the cup down, he reached out with both hands and ran them through the other's hair rather clumsy, smirking as he withdrew and once more took up the glass, taking a hearty drink. "Much better.". He set the drink down with that childish grin of his, lifting the other's drink up for the man to take. "Mink is away at a sleep over. A classmate's birthday. Only reason why I happened to be out tonight - and happened to find myself in your lovely presence, my dear flipper.". Oh no, Kohaku was in a fun mood. That was never fun. At least, not for Valor.
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Post by valor chessaire on Feb 5, 2013 7:14:23 GMT -5
No, really. The messiness to his hair was nothing to rile the man up. It wasn't as if he had spent time to make it look nice, used only the most expensive hair care products to make certain that the goop wouldn't come back to him as male-patterned baldness in his late future. And it wasn't like the blonde's counterpart didn't already have this knowledge. And he definitely wasn't going to point out the obvious either. Every bit of Valor's morning routine was a bit too.. homosexual.. to make a show of. Instead, he excepted the added musing, giving a cheeky grin as he rolled his bright eyes, peered to the side, and ran a hand over his head to try and calm the chaos. Kohaku seemed hyper-active, for some god-awful reason, and that never meant anything good. However, it did mean that he was resting his arse, rather than working up the usual storm. " You are a lucky one, dear friend. You've yet to have me punch your beautiful face~" he hummed, taking the man's drink from the center table and sipping it himself. Valor figured it was allotted. Kohaku's jesting was more bothersome than usual. Not that Valor minded. No. Not at all. He had grown accustom to the fish references. For the most part, he let the banter play on, figuring the names as a simple recollection of antics from their childhood. Then again, back then, the references were less film-oriented. But that was another story for another day. He took another sip. " Flipper, hm~? Does that make you the scantily clad red-head? I don't think red would be becoming on you. And, really, that mop on your head is a bit of a stretch for you already. I would offer to pay to have it cut for you, but I could probably make you look more presentable without even sending you to a salon." He hadn't even meant to come off as rude. Each word was straight-forward and honest. Kohaku looked like a student, living off of cola and cheap noodles. His hair was much too long, and hardly kept out of his face. To put it bluntly, Kohaku looked bad on Valor. " .. But for the sake of small talk.. How has school been? For both you and the little one, I mean."
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Post by kohaku lebara on Feb 5, 2013 7:29:41 GMT -5
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When the other asked of school, Ko raised a brow and looked at him suddenly. That was unexpected. Personal, and rare. Why was he wondering something so minuscule? Either way, he would entertain the other with a reply. "Mink is doing well. He has few friends, but he is close with them. That sparrow girl is aiding him in branching out - he doesn't cling..as much around strangers". A soft laughter followed as he turned his head towards his desk, piled with books and loose papers. "I am doing well enough. Hard, as expected, but nothing I wasn't.. groomed to be prepared for. Been studying these books my whole life. It .. is just a matter of time and tests before I earn my title." Not that he would become a doctor. Why was he even doing this? For the knowledge. So he could be wary, be prepared and be useful. If something ever happened to his child, he wanted to know what to do. Maybe, if he knew back when, things would be different.
Maybe. Probably not. He took a large drink and looked back into the bottom of the glass. [/style] |
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Post by valor chessaire on Feb 5, 2013 7:59:31 GMT -5
Valor didn't bother to question Kohaku's personal opinion of the word "nice", as he knew that the term varied significantly for the both of them, but as the other's retort was short, sweet, and to the point, he figured the subject dropped. One day, he would coax the other into pulling out a tinge of change. However, it seemed that was nothing for him to expect any time soon. " You never change~" he chimed, moving just enough to curl a lock of the other's hair around his finger. As he had told Kohaku in the past, he was much older than his age. That was why his hair was so white. He had even skipped through the greying period. At times, Valor wondered if Kohaku needed more than what he had. Then again, the elder probably just needed his wife to keep him whole-- but Valor was certain that Kohaku knew that. It was why he never brought it up. With a bit of a smile, he chuckled, shaking his head ever-so-slightly. Mink wasn't one to gain confidence around others. He never had been, which.. was not a bad thing. Valor worried about a boy Mink's age. He worried about the kind of people such a sweet child would attract. Luckily for Kohaku, Mink was smart. He stayed near his father, or guardian, depending on the day, and left the conversing with the adults. Perhaps the socially inept view of it would bother some. Valor saw it as a good way for a boy to grow. Calm and reserved. Much like his father. " I'm glad to hear that he's getting along well with children his own age-- She is his own age, yes?" He had to ask. ".. You're a good teacher, you know," he added, eyes averted to the stack of unorganized sheets and studies, " But you would be a terrible doctor." This was something he had informed Kohaku of before. Really? Valor believed that Kohaku could be fine at any profession he wished to settle with. He simply doubted it would make the man happy. Blind siding the fact that his beverage had been taken back, he drudged a hand over to his own, gently placing the rim to his lips as it rested there. " You look troubled."
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Post by kohaku lebara on Feb 5, 2013 8:07:01 GMT -5
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Post by valor chessaire on Feb 5, 2013 8:30:24 GMT -5
" She is," he repeated, as if the other hadn't realized how nice it was to hear that. Then again, he probably didn't. Valor was proud of the boy. He deserved to have friends. Some people deserved to have a good family. Some people deserved to have good friends. Some needed one or the other. At times it seemed all that Mink wanted was his father, but that child deserved everything. Then again, so did the boy's father. Valor supposed some people just couldn't have everything. It wasn't fair, but it was what it was. At the tug of the man, Valor lifted a brow, tensing for a single moment in surprise before letting his weight fall back. It wasn't like Kohaku to let him fall backwards. With a hum, he grinned, " Is that right~? I assume you say that to all the children. Do you really think it necessary to tell it to me? You know that I never follow your advice~" It was rude, but at least it was honest. " You're fine? Well, I'm glad to hear it." That was a lie, on both of their parts. Forcing a bright smile, he craned his neck, chugging down a bit of his drink before setting it aside and pulling his arms back behind his head. He maneuvered his torso into the man's lap, then gave a hum. " I would suggest keeping your lips from my ears, though. You know how I get~"
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Post by kohaku lebara on Feb 5, 2013 8:34:45 GMT -5
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Post by valor chessaire on Feb 5, 2013 8:53:55 GMT -5
He smirked, " Mm. Your sarcasm is overwhelming. I was under the impression that was all you professors did. When is there time to teach when little snots always do what they do?" Valor enjoyed children, but he had never in his life considered teenagers to be children. They were an age of their own, running rampant and using unexperienced threats of anarchy as a means to rebel-- but that was against the point of their conversation. " Perhaps you and I should work out our communicative errors. It would appear we never learn much from each other, wouldn't you say~?" With a sigh, he closed his eyes, letting his breathing slow to a comfortable pace. The nosing felt nice. The knowledge that such a simple act was worsening the condition of his hair, not quite as nice. " .. Can we just leave my hair be..?" He already knew the answer to that one, but figured that he might as well ask anyway. " I recall you being the butt of jokes, once upon a younger year~ On the other hand, when have I ever let silly things such as bullying find me? You must have me confused with another, friend... Alas, I am well, to answer your question. No bullying, pestering, or otherwise bothering," he snorted, opening an eye to look over to the other before blinking it shut once again, " but I thank you for your concern~" There had been one or two habits that Valor picked up from the elder over the years, including his innate ability to round his way out of questions or conversation with unnecessary words.
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Post by kohaku lebara on Feb 5, 2013 9:23:39 GMT -5
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Post by valor chessaire on Feb 5, 2013 14:54:04 GMT -5
Valor remembered those days- when he and his companion were more different than people could be. Of course, if they had met a mere year before they had, Kohaku would have seen the short, skinny, prissy-boy that the blonde once had been. The shaggy-haired man, however, did not have to know something such as that. For all Kohaku needed to know, Valor had always been tall, strong, and ridiculously handsome. It always helped that Valor never kept any evidence that showed otherwise. In his own home, the blonde kept very few pictures, all of which dated after the first day the two met. There was something inside of himself that informed him that any days before meeting his fated friend were obsolete. He gave an audible sigh, perhaps of relief, maybe comfort, either way not for anything negative really. His sighing was frequent enough that he doubted the other would question it, which he really didn't mind. The holding was nice. On a typical night, the bright-eyed blonde was usually the pitcher, feigning a cuddle here and there, holding whatever partner he took up for the night. The strong arm- that was how he thought of it. It wasn't often that he felt the receiving end of affection. Then again, such like things from Kohaku would always be very innocent. " .. Have you had any personal partners lately..~?" he ignored the other's question. In fact, he had been looking into another line of work, one that he doubted the man would approve of.
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Post by kohaku lebara on Feb 5, 2013 16:06:15 GMT -5
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Post by valor chessaire on Feb 5, 2013 17:05:01 GMT -5
For a liar, Kohaku sure was terrible at it, not that that news was new to the blonde. Kohaku was god at lying to himself-- not particularly to others. And as the other fumbled with his words, Valor gave out a hearty laugh. How hard was it to fake a story? At least he knew that the other man could never keep too much from him. Open like a book. Well, a book with way too many bad puns and silly riddles. " It does matter, friend~ You've been so.. tense. If you need a wing man, you know that all you have to do is ask~" Valor saw himself as such a ladies man, hard to refuse. Then again, he almost was. Almost. He chuckled once again, " I am not a jerk. Simply looking into your best interests. You've a night to yourself. You would do well to spend it when someone that isn't an old fart of a friend such as me~" What? It was true. Kohaku needed to find time to make new friends. Closer. Nicer. "Friends." He was sure that the other understood what he meant by his words. Kohaku could be dense at times- not that dense.
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Post by kohaku lebara on Feb 5, 2013 17:12:33 GMT -5
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