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Post by grshen80 on Sept 17, 2008 20:53:06 GMT -5
Whoever knew that someone would have a birthday party? Crystal never, really. It's just that someone did. She heard it, from a friend of hers. It really wasn't hard. Around Cheyenne, if you were there, you heard it. From the most important to the least important. Didn't matter. She'd heard the guy hosting the party was a richish person, so she'd dressed the best she could. Wasn't easy, but you could try!
Crystal walked down the long pathway in a short white minidress. I hope I look okay, she though nervously, wringing her fingers. She held a long, oblong box in her hand. She hoped that no one was going to ask her about it, because if anyone did... they'd have one nervous girl in their hands. It was supposed to be a present. It really was!
All she'd heard about this guy who was holding the b-day seemed that he was pretty nice. His name was... Roran? Roran Willow. Seemed like she'd heard right.
Knocking on the door, she shivered. Then she called out, "Um... I'm sorry, but I kind of... forgot... I mean, I think I got the invitation... you know..." She drifted off, and looked around sadly. Hopefully he isn't there, she thought fervently, yet she hoped he was. Ah well, no one's perfect.
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Post by Sprite on Sept 18, 2008 15:51:55 GMT -5
OOC// Sorry for this short little blib of a first paragraph, but I don't want to interupt Roran. >8DDDD BIC//
Winston [how cliche], the head of the staff, quickly answered the door to see two young ladies. "Hello and please enjoy yourself." he wasn't a very nice person clearly. His only job was to be nice to Roran, and quite frankly he saw Roran as a dear friend. That meant that everyone else was crap to him. He let the two in before quickly running off to attend to more chores.
"I'm sure he's alright!" That was Roran's optimism kicking in. "The house may be confusing at first, but it's actually quite hard to get lost in!" Ha, that was only because Roran's memory was so good. To any normal person, they would get lost the moment they turned the corner. Clearly Quil seemed worried, so Roran just had to add in some more encouragement. "I could have Winston go look for him if you'd like! He's quite a good looker! [[totally subconscious gay statement]] He's found my all my car keys many times." Roran had actually quite a few cars, two received when he turned 15 as a driver's permit present and then another three just in the past few days. So many car keys were hard to keep track of, even for him. [[RICH BRAT!!]]
Roran began to take off his shoes as suggested when suddenly he heard the next comment of Quil. Even though Quil corrected himself, Roran caught the word. "Oh, don't worry! I love the fact that I'm weird. Everyone's weird actually, just in different ways. I'd hate to be normal because then I'd be just like everyone else and wouldn't be anything special!" It was clear that he took those 'peer pressure' chats with his parents completely serious. "Wouldn't you hate being like everyone else? No one would stand out and every day would be the same without any sort of change. Life would be so boring!" Sometimes when he got exicted, he just couldn't shut up or stop smiling. He grinned his toothy, genuine smile while he spoke to Quil. It wasn't that hard to tell that he was excited.
He grew even more exicted at the thought that Quil thought it was cool he was a professor. "Oh yes! It's so much fun! Right now my department is working on..." He trailed off as he thought of Quil. His group was working on a way to get pokemorphs human again. He didn't really feel like talking about it since Quil was a pokemorph. It'd could be a sensitive subject. "Well you see, some humans are forced to become pokemorphs through experiments with Team Death, while others are born with it. Either way there are some pokemorphs that no longer want to have pokemon genes. I guess I want there to be choice incase someone doesn't want to be a pokemorph. If our plans go accordingly, pokemorphs can choose whether they want to be a pokemorph or not. Team Death experiments in such an inhumane way, I really do dislike them. I don't think we'll be anytime soon because we don't want to be like them and since we need it to be flawless. I don't really like human trials so...." He quickly ended his long speech. He had tried to choose his words carefully but at the end, he had to stop. He would hate for anyone to know that he might not be alive for too much longer.
"My pokemon are probably up in their rooms. Kuro, my vulpix, was wandering around here somewhere, but I can't be too sure."
Roran's head perked up a bit at the suggestion of going to the pool. "You're right! Saltwater does help. Why didn't I think of that? You're really smart. How did you get to be so smart?" Roran nearly stumbled to get up and hid his wincing expertly. That was the main difference between Roran and most boys. Most boys would try and hide their pain just because they didn't want to look weak. Roran hid his pain because he didn't want Quil to feel bad. He walked over to the pool with only minimal trouble.
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Post by namaka on Sept 19, 2008 0:39:23 GMT -5
Smiling at the girl, he looked at his Umbreon with a spring in his steps, he worked hard and he appreciated it when his hard work was appreciated.
"I'd love to see her battle sometime,"
”Sure, I’ll find someone here or I’ll bring you along a route or something. She really has some sneaky moves.” he played along, he would have to teach her Shadow Ball and maybe another move, Fissure was good, but it hardly worked. It was very, un-reliable. If he played his cards right, he could be a master in a few months to a year. His mind flashed to when he found that random egg in that zero-gravity area.
He must’ve seemed like an idiot, he swear he heard ’Is there a Bowling alley in here?’ not if he knew what one was, he didn’t want to seem like a complete freak to this nice polite girl. Oh well, he would have to make a good impression on her when he could. ”Oh, no problem. There should be one in here, somewhere.” he noticed how many different rooms their had been, it would take them forever to find one, either that or they would get lucky and here someone yell ’STRIKE!’ and they’d find it.
”This is really huge, I’m surprised he doesn’t get lost.” he blurted out as they continued to walk opening doors, trying to find the bowling alley. ”Do you have any Pokémon?” some people weren’t into the whole Pokémon thing, so you could never be 100% sure that they had some.
ooc| Sorry I've been busy ;_;
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Post by thesquirrelreturns on Sept 19, 2008 11:06:53 GMT -5
Cai brightened up at the warm greeting from Roran, grinning happily. He didn't expect a welcoming comitee or anything, but when he thanked him for coming and immediately turned away, it was quite an unwelcome shock for the birthday boy's apparently younger cousin. He didn't want to be rude or persistant, so he didn't interrupt his cousins conversation again, but he couldn't help feeling angry at the weird looking boy conversing with Roran. There was something weird about him. Just when Cai was feeling really unwanted, and that he might just leave, he heard a voice among the throng of guests. And it was shouting his name. There were only a few people who would call his name, especially in a remote place such as Cheyenne. It would either be the police, or... Spinning around, Cai instantly knew who it was. He had subconsiously recognised the voice anyway. And that hat was recognisable even in a crowd of people. "Marissa!" He squealed girlishly, jogging over and embracing his other cousin. Here was somebody he could feel comfortable around. His thoughts flickered back to the letters he had recieved. Maybe they wouldn't have to converse by letters now.
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Post by ris on Sept 19, 2008 11:28:10 GMT -5
Noah’s smile widened after hearing she accepted his offer; and due to his beaming the lad revealed his set of pearly white, however rather sharp teeth. Good. He didn’t know if there was anyone by the pool, nor if anyone was planning to venture towards it, so the slight fear of being lonely began to swirl inside him. After all, whom enjoys going to a party and then choosing the activity that no one else is paying mind to? But Kimmie managed to erase his qualms and doubts and steady his core by accompanying the youthful adult. Though her reply was hesitant, Noah wondering if she was questioning if he’d do anything unpleasant to her in the waters. This brought a blush to his tanned cheeks, he shining four different shades of scarlet while he wished to tell her he wouldn’t do anything rash. Besides she was incredibly younger than him. And even if she was in a more appropriate age range, he wasn’t the type to go around and ‘feel up’ on others. That was disgusting by the way -- The sere thought of him touching a stranger in such a manner made him shiver.
But once again the female Trainer divided his attention and eased his soul by gesturing him to lead the way. This was the second time she allowed him to take the head, Noah wondering if she was polite or held a withdrawn nature. Nevertheless, with his amethyst eyes flickering in amusement, he stepped forward and began to walk off in the correct direction. If memory served him right, Roran mentioned that the pools were over here and all would be well. And Noah did have quite a fine recollection of thoughts, places, faces, and phrases -- so he doubted he’d get them lost in this maze of a mansion. The Mightyena Morph could feel October’s presence by his side, and hoped that Kimmie was somewhere behind him. Oh how he’d hate to retrace his steps and try to find the poor, hazel orb adoring teenager. And thanks to his movements, the pair of canine ears a top his black crown could be seen twitching with each step he took. His feet gently colliding to the marble below, afraid if he was too rough he‘d leave one of those ugly streaks. He felt weird walking upon such a marvelous surface with his shoes, which could damage it or dirt it, but if his friend was fine with it…
The older boy sighed as they continued, and it wasn’t until they had made it to their destination then he embarrassingly jolted around. Freaking hell -- How bloody rude of him. He had asked the lass to spend time with him, and yet she hadn’t a clue whom he was. Way to go Noah!
“Err -- Please call me Noah by the way.”
He stammered on, but given the flush which highlighted his face in an almost comical manner, it was cute. His expression and the easily read emotions flared inside is eyes -- it all too obvious his mental train was crashing and pitifully burning. Awkward silence filled the air, in this time Noah turning his neck to the pool and spotted another girl inside of it [Kendall]; testing its clear waters. The unknown Quil and Roran were also on their way, however his sight hadn’t fallen upon their approaching figures as of yet. Though his visuals wouldn’t if they decided to journey to a different pool though, but again Noah was oblivious to his current surroundings. After all, if the lad wasn’t that would be a little thing known as “Breaking the Third Wall”, and that would be a dreadful act.
“I’ll be right back. Need to, well, change.”
He added on, some seconds later and gave a feeble wave to Kimmie before darting off into the direction in which he took note a staff member went. He didn’t want to take a chance of trying to locate a restroom or lockers on his own. As his mind raced, he didn’t notice that his Aerozel didn’t choose to accompany his master, but rather stayed near Kimmie. And Noah’s heart would’ve dropped into his stomach if he ever realized what was on that jackal’s devilish mind. Luckily he was too far away from ear shot, despite his fantastic hearing. So once the Trainer was gone and left, October brought his pale gaze onto the petite human next to him. A cruel grin crossed his muzzle; the Aerozel usually disliked humans, well anything in general. But if ever was given the chance to play with something’s mind and feelings, he was game. So with his coal hued fur standing on end, he opened his mouth to speak to Kimmie. But the chances she would understand his language was slim, yet there were some people which held a gift to decode a Pokemon’s speech. Either way he asked the teen what color her underwear usually is with a coy grin, however that expression would undoubtedly fade if she couldn’t comprehend.
Meanwhile, the Mightyena Morph had managed to hunt down a staff member, and asked for directions. He was rewarded, and after a thank you was spoken, he went off to where the lockers were kept. Once inside the walls of said room, he crept over to where the swimsuits were located and sorted through them absentmindedly. He’d check the size and the length, to see if it would fit him correctly before daring to try it on. But after a bit he found one to his liking and measurements, a truck style with designs of purple and pure white. And Noah being a paranoid and easily embarrassed lad, ventured off into one of the stalls the locker room surly held and began to change. Yes, there wasn’t anybody else in there with him at the moment, but what if someone walked in when his pants were down? True, that was the norm for a locker room, but he’d blush anyways no matter the outcome and scamper off to cover himself.
Oh well.
Quickly he finished his work and walked from out of the stalls, he looking for a good place to store his clothing now he wore swim trunks. Noah succeeded, and before bounding out through the door, made sure he looked presentable. Why? Due to his fluffy tail, he usually was forced to wear his pants and what not rather low on his frame. One could easily spot the beginnings of his pelvis bone forming, sloping downwards in an attractive fashion. Thankfully he was a fit and handsome boy, so many wouldn’t be repulsed by the lowness (dear lord, that’s actually a word), of his trousers.
Noah, now appeased wandered back to the pool, making his way back to Kimmie and the other growing mass of people. He’d apologize to her firstly for leaving her alone, his toes curling in his discomfiture.
[Kind of choppy. But my brain is all loopy, and with all the things I could've wrote, I didn't want to write a novel per say.] [/size][/blockquote]
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Post by misa on Sept 20, 2008 18:04:25 GMT -5
Hikari had been let indise the huge house and she had noticed that the party was for Roran. A Super rich kid who had lots of pokemon with him. Like most people she wouldn't come to this thing. But she had to step out of her small home and venture out into a new town. She saw many new people and had no clue what to do or who to talk to.
She was very scared and very nervous. She slowly walked around and stated, "This.. Place it's so big, I do wonder who people don't seem to get lost in here. It's like a giant cave filled with people and pokemon. I do wonder if this really and truly was a good idea. hmmm so who am going to talk to first or hwat exactly am I going to do first?" She asked that question outloud just so someone would notice her.
As Hikari looked around the house she walked around and thought, "Hmm maybe I should let Stantler out for a while. I'll wait till someone ask me what pokemon I have silly me." She gave a giggle and hoped no one thought it was weird to giggle out of no where.
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Post by grshen80 on Sept 20, 2008 21:38:33 GMT -5
Ah. Well. At least she'd been admitted, although she was late. It wasn't exactly a warm welcome, as some might say, but at least Crystal was always prepared for that. Years with her family left her at least knowing that. She walked through the door quietly and looked around. She wasn't sure where to go. Her family wasn't rich, so it was never easy to get through the maze-sized houses. How nice. Now where was she supposed to go?
Looking around, she studied the halls. Deciding that one hallway was lighter and noisier than the other one. Picking up her small purse, she headed towards the bright hallway, hoping that she could meet this... Roran Willow.
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Post by sunny on Sept 21, 2008 19:04:35 GMT -5
Quil raised his eyebrow sceptially at Roran's words, before motioning to the multi acre mansion. "For you maybe." he muttered rolling his golden hued eyes exasperatedly at the man's words. His brow creased, and his scowl easily formed upon his lips as Rolo was brought up once again. "I..." he began, nearly accepting the boys offer, but hestitating. "Nah. He'll be fine. He's a tough Phanpy." he finally said, not wanting his pokemon needing a baby sitter. When he got a hold of that pokemon though. It was dead.
"You have a butler and multiple cars?" Quil added in astonishment before shaking his head slightly and smirking. "I suppose I shouldn't be suprised..." he added, shaking his head slowly. He quickly glanced at the foot wound, wincing at the sluggish flow of the blood. "Ah... man." he muttered, quickly grabbing at Roran's hand to help him up as he struggled to get off the couch.
Instictivly he put his arm around Roran's shoulder to support him as they slowly made their way to the pool. Quil smiled at the excitment of the teenager, "I suppose." he admitted, seeing the point of the boy. "I wouldn't be any different from you if we were all the same. That would be boring." he said nodding.
Quil perked up at the mention of pokemorphs, and listened attentivly to the speech and he winced inwardly at the mention of Team Death. Well, this was a wonderful beginning. Quil was nearly tempted to rub in the boys face that he was a member of Team Death. He quickly bit his tounge though and nodded, his eyes clouding in anger. "I wish my brother would've had that option." he sighed quietly, not really talking to Roran. He quickly glanced back up, confused. "If you don't do human trails how do you progress? I would be willing to volenteer." he added nonchantly. If he died, he didn't really care. No one would miss him.
Quil sighed as Roran quickly strolled to the pool, hiding his pain. Rolling his eyes in exasperation he followed. "Alright, take a seat and put that foot in the water." he commanded.
He's quite a good looker!
Then the sentence rolled around in his mind again and Quil couldn't help but to snicker, as he relized another meaning of the sentence. A thought crossed his mind, and he of course, blurted it out, not really caring of how the boy would be offended. "Are you gay?" he questioned, wonding if the sentence was purely accidental, but he was having a hard time believing that.
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Post by Sprite on Nov 3, 2008 17:01:45 GMT -5
Roran’s trip towards the pool was much easier thanks to Quil’s help. In the silence of Quil helping Roran up, Roran was quick to start yet another quick conversation. “You are very interesting to talk to. I really am enjoying our conversation. Has anyone ever told you how interesting you are?” Oh, ow…Roran winced as he accidentally put a little too much weight onto this foot. If he put weight onto it, them the cut would open more with the movement of his foot.
"If you don't do human trails how do you progress? I would be willing to volenteer."
“Oh no!” Roran said quickly. “I would never wish to endanger someone else with my experiments, that’s why we’re planning for me to be the….” He paused as he looked for a proper word to fit the end of his sentence. He couldn’t really find any that didn’t sound dangerous so he continued, “guinea pig.” He flashed a smile quickly. “I wouldn’t want anyone other than me to put their life in danger. If you were to die, well, the world would be less interesting.”
"Alright, take a seat and put that foot in the water."
“Thank you!” Roran said softly as he sat down. He dipped his foot in the water and felt a light sting. It forced him to shift around uncomfortably at first but it soon went away. There was definitely something Roran liked about this Quil guy, but also something….weird. He had no clue what it was but there was just a feeling that he was different in some way or perhaps hiding something. Well everyone had secrets so Roran ignored it.
”Are you gay?”
The sudden question startled Roran so much that he nearly fell forwards into the pool. He had to do a double-take towards Quil to make sure that he had actually heard the question correctly. The look on Quil’s face told him that he was serious. Roran swallowed the strange feeling down his throat and pulled lightly at his collar. “Oh, um…” Truthfully he’d never been asked the question before and was a bit unprepared for a proper answer.
“I-I” Why did he have to sound so stupid with his stuttering and long pauses? He was clearly uncomfortable with the question but he didn’t know why. Perhaps it was because he had always only been attracted to females and never had thought of males in that sense. But as he thought of it more, males did have a strange…appeal to them. “I guess I don’t know.” He finally said with little confidence. “I’ve never really thought about it.” He was perfectly fine about homosexuals and he wouldn’t really mind if he was one. But was he?
[[QUIL BETTER GET WET FOR ASKING THAT. Then they can go get a change of clothes. And then Roran can get all flustered when Quil changes his shirt. >8DDD Or maybe he can just keep it off]]
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Post by sunny on Nov 3, 2008 18:01:29 GMT -5
[[ HI SPRITE! I've only been /waiting/ for you to reply for, about two months. =D ]]
“You are very interesting to talk to. I really am enjoying our conversation. Has anyone ever told you how interesting you are?”
Quil peered around the boy's arm to look into his face, wondering if he was acually being sincere. Seeing that his face was smooth, and calm, and there was no darting of the eyes or any signs of unease; Quil was forced to believe the lad was speaking the honest truth. He was unable to keep a warm feeling from blossoming inside of him. He hid his face, looking at the mosiac tile as he smiled a tiny bit.
“I wouldn’t want anyone other than me to put their life in danger. If you were to die, well, the world would be less interesting.”
Quil's head quickly snapped up, alarm clearly showing on his features at the mention of Roran being a guinea pig. "What?" he snapped, exasperation clear in his tone. Then the lad even went as far as to say the world was better with him here. Quil was about to yell, the anger clutching at his interal organs. Roran's words were wrong, wrong, and extremely untrue! The pressure built up until he was nearly ready to burst, but he let out a sigh and the tension vanished.
"That's stupid. " he finally commented after a long silence. "The world is more greatly impacted by you than I. You are conducting the research and I am simply an avaiable pokemorph." he said, before pausing and adding another true tidbit. "I really would like to help. I would feel better."
“I guess I don’t know.”
Quil smirked at the answer, before turning towards the pool and stifling his chuckles. Roran's complete and utter astonishment had been priceless. Quil knew that boy was gay, and if her wasn't... well he would be soon. That was soon the end of his thoughts as he was suddendly plunged into the water roughly.
Taken by total suprise he swallowed a bunch of water and as he attempted to get to the surface, he could feel his eyes stinging from the brackish water. Gasping in the oxygen, he clung to the side of the pool, and caught his breath. He could hear the people murrmerring around him and looked up to meet the eyes of his Phanpy. Anger seized the drenched boy and as he rolled out of the pool he glared at the pokemon.
Raspily, he spoke quietly to Rolo. "You better get back in your pokeball now or else you are. dead. Got it?" The trembling pokemon quickly obliged and darted back into the house and into his safe home.
Quil groaned quietly and laid on the cool tile floor, his throat burning from the salt water he had swallowed. He coughed, before sitting up, he glanced sheepishly at Roran. "Well. That was refreshing." he muttered, before looking down at his drenched clothing. "I smell like salt now." he added, sniffing his shirt. Grunting in disgust, he quickly pulled his tank off his body and tossed it off to the side. He glanced at his pants and then the crowd, then at Roran. "Could I possibly get some water... and some clothes?" he questioned, voice still horse.
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Post by Sprite on Nov 3, 2008 18:28:07 GMT -5
“OH but it’s true!” Roran said quickly. “Everyone makes a difference in the world. Surely there is someone’s life you have changed! You’ve changed mine. If you weren’t here, then I would have had an awfully boring party.” Roran apparently had been watching too many of the ‘if had never been born’ movies with the cheesy endings and terrible plots. Roran tried to flash a smile to help show his utter sincerity, but maybe it would take more than words to prove how valuable Quil was.
Something blue rushed by and before he knew it, Quil was in the pool. “OH DEAR!” He shouted, almost standing up in a panic before he remembered the pain in his foot. “Lemme help you out,” Roran said as he quickly offered a hand. He felt quite terrible and could only imagine how Quil felt. His clothes were all wet and he had probably swallowed a heck of a lot of salt water.
“Water?” Roran held out a glass of water a waiter had given him as he heard Quil ask for some. Ooh, clothing too? Well that would be up in his bed room. “I’m sure I could find you some clothes that would fit you.” He held up a hand as a waiter helped him up and allowed Roran to use him as a crutch momentarily. “Mind if we use the elevator?” Roran motioned towards an elevator door nearby and flashed another grin. Well this would be interesting. Two young boys, one soaking wet, up in the master bedroom. What would happen next? 8DDD
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Post by sunny on Nov 3, 2008 18:46:55 GMT -5
Quil gratefully gulped down the water, but winced slightly as the salted washed past his raw throat. Once all the traces of salt was gone, Quil sighed in relief. He was still slightly woozy, so he accepted the added support gratefully. As the interesting pair staggered to the elevator, Quil returned a grin back at the lad.
"Thanks Roran." he said, smiling slightly. Once entering the confined space, Quil quickly gasped and removed Roran's arm from around him. "Hey! Your foot his hurt. What am I doing?" he questioned himself, grasping Roran's foot and examining it. The salt sealed cut hadn't reopened. "Well, it hasn't opened. That's good." he said, before glancing over at Roran. "Oh man! I made your shirt all wet too!" he muttered, wiping the dew on his taned chest off. The air conditioning was on at full blast due to the heat of the summer and Quil started shivering.
"Hey. You have a bunch of servents right? They must be invading your privacy all the time then?" Quil asked, the question being a sutble hint as to what might be going on in the bedroom in a small while.
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Post by Sprite on Nov 3, 2008 19:01:05 GMT -5
"I don't really care if you got me all wet." That's what she said. Roran looked at his shirt and then to the shivering Quil. "I'll get you a nice warm sweatshirt, if you want." He felt quite terrible for the elevator's air conditioning. The elevator gave off a small ding and the doors opened just as Quil asked that privacy question. Naive little Roran didn't catch on to the hint. "Oh. I guess they sometimes bug me, but I don't really mind it. I'm usually quite alone. Infact you're the first human besides them to see my room." His pokemon didn't count obviously.
Roran's foot felt much better and he was able to walk on his own. He motioned for Quil to leave the elevator first before quickly ushering him towards a nearby door. "Well, here's the master bedroom." He opened the door to a luxurious suite. The giant king size bed with a royal canopy draped over it, the huge bathroom connected, a large plasma screen tv, a wood desk with all sorts of electronic devices, couches, a sitting area with a coffee table, and a hot tub actually built into the floor of his room. The only thing in the room Roran seemed interested in now was the giantor walk-in closet. The closet was like a whole other room with another couch, vanity, and multiple dressers, drawers, and what looked like closets inside the closet. "Let's see...what size are you? Feel free to look around and take whatever clothing you think suits you." He browsed through the shelves and motioned for Quil to look also incase he found anything he liked.
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Post by sunny on Nov 3, 2008 19:29:53 GMT -5
Quil seemed pleased with the idea of a cozy warm sweat-shirt and simply rolled his eyes with the totally nonchalent response of this naive man. What would it take to get a messege through his thick skull? He sighed, and followed the slightly limping Roran into his master bedroom.
Within moments, his jaw dropped open. He should've expected this, but the bedroom could be compared to a house! Quil snapped his jaw shut, dumbfounded and followed Roran numbly into the closet, the sight that beheld him was amazing, racks upon racks of clothing. Quil let out a deligted chuckle. "Wow Roran..." an awed Quil muttered. Now where would something he would wear be?
Scanning through the mutliple dressers, he finally found a nice, raggard swaetshirt that he happily slipped over his head. "I'm suprised you own something like this! It's so comfortable..." he said, motioning to the wear this sweatshirt was sporting. Even though it was in the middle of the summer, Quil was frigid and he slipped his pants off, hanging the wet material on a rung and grabbed a simple pair of shorts and slipped it on over his wet boxers.
Although they were uncomfortable, he wasn't going to ask to barrow his boxers. THat would just be akward. Sighing, he sidled up to Roran and slung his arm around his shoulder. "Thanks cutie." he said, smiling at the soon to be flustered boy, bringing his hand towads his. Palm to palm, Quil examined his fingers smiling at Roran's small delicate hands. He quickly interwined them and chuckled. "Your hands are so small!"
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Post by Sprite on Nov 3, 2008 19:53:34 GMT -5
Roran stopped shuffling through clothing as he noticed Quil find something. "Glad you like it!" Roran flashed another smile before noticing Quil take off his pants. [[o hott damn]] Roran nearly flustered over but was quick to hide it and instead quickly turned away. Well...what if Quil wanted some privacy while he changed his pants? It could have been potentially awkward with Roran just standing there staring at him in his....boxer. Roran's face reddened the more he thought about it. Why the heck was he so flustered? I mean, it was just another person in...Roran turned around for a split second to prove to himself he wasn't crazy, but the moment he saw Quil start to pull his shorts up, he faced away again. He would feel awfully terrible if Quil saw him blushing.
As Roran was lost in his awkward teenage testosterone-propelled thoughts, he suddenly felt Quil to his side. Well he was probably done changing and it would be acceptable to look back at him. Before Roran could turn to face Quil, he heard Quil say 'thanks cutie'. WHAT? Roran immediately went on a paranoid rampage. What the heck was going on here? Did Quil actually...mean what he said or was this just some teenage boy thing? It had to be just something teenagers did to each other.
With that settled, he gave a sigh of relief. The relief immediately vanished as he felt something on his hand. Quil's hand was interlocked with his. A strange feeling shot throughout him, forcing his body to give off a small tremble. His face reddened even more as he realized that Quil had probably felt him tremble. What an idiot he must have looked like. "I-I'm sorry." He had no clue what he was apologizing for, but he felt that he needed to. Maybe he was sorry for being so idiotic? Quil's last comment made Roran feel strangely better. More comfortable even. "Oh..." Oh, so that's all he was doing! He wasn't trying to seduce him, he was just trying to compare hand sizes! "Yes, I guess you could say mine are quite small!" Roran flashed a smile. Even with the 'cutie' comment and the interlocked hands, he had reasoned with himself that it was nothing. Too dang oblivious.
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Post by sunny on Nov 4, 2008 20:24:16 GMT -5
Quil raised his eyebrow at Roran's rushed and obviously flustered 'sorry'. Quil smirked and banged his hip gently into the other's. "What are you sorry about?" he questioned, a playful tone creeping into his voice. He sidled up to the young man, before sighing exasperatingly at the sheer stupidity of the young man.
Oh god. He is as thick as a mountain. Quil thought mournfully, gazing at the Pokémon professor and attempting to sceme a way of him getting the hint. Well. I could just tell him striaght on, but since he doesn't know he's gay yet, that might not be the best option..." Quil sighed, and still persistantly clutching Roran's hand, led him into the master bedroom area.
A idea struck the pokemorph at the sight of the built in hot-tub, he turned to Roran and shivering slightly, gazed pleading up at the trim man. "I don't mean to be a bother... but could we get in the hot tub? I'm still chilly..." he said, in his softest, meekest tone. It didn't hurt that his hands were rather chilly, but Roran's grasp was warming it up softly.
He pulled his sweatshirt around him and allowed his teeth to chatter together noisily, his pretend illusion of being cold was acaully chilling him from the inside out. He hot-tub sounded more inviting every moment that passed. His gaze rested on the young man and he smiled slightly, a hot tub... how romantic.
Mwahahahahahaaa!!!!
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Post by Sprite on Nov 5, 2008 16:48:40 GMT -5
"Oh...I don't really know. I just felt like I needed to apologize..." He hated how stupid he sounded, but perhaps his little innocent gestures were what made him so adorably sweet. He flashed yet another innocent smile and followed as Quill took him out of the closet and into the bedroom.
Oh! Quil was cold. The poor thing. Roran could feel the coldness of Quil hands and tried to rub them to create friction and heat. "Oh, you're shivering." At the suggestion of the hot tub Roran was quick to reply. "Of course, of course! I would hate for you to catch a cold." Roran glanced from the hot tub to Quil. Did Quil mean for Roran to join him? "Do you need to borrow a bathing suit?" [[Just have him strip and jump in. That'd be pleasing. >8DDD]]
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Post by sunny on Nov 5, 2008 21:37:05 GMT -5
[[ Ooh. Don't worry I will.... IN MY IMAGINATION -drools- ]] Quil smirked at the flustered lad, before shaking his head. "Naw. I'll just take my shirt ands off." he said, yawning with practiced ease. He didn't want to make the lad uncomfortable, but he also didn't want to reveal that he only wore speedos in the water. [[ ]] He, would make an exception this time though and keep his boxers on. Quil smiled at Roran before glancing worridly at the young boy, "Hey... are you okay?" he questioned, faking mock concern. "You look a little cold." Quil said, frowning unhappily. "No wonder we're both cold! It's freezing in here! You get your little bod in that hot tub and I shall be back in a moment." he said, gently pushing Roran towards the tub. He marched into the bathroom and after a little rummaging around, he was able to find some fluffy, white towels, the kind that you would see in hotel advertisements, but would never be at the acaual hotel. Quil hugged the fluffy towels to his chest and quickly stripped to his already damp boxers. He neatly folded his clothes and placed them on the counter, not wanting to make a mess. He strolled out of the bathroom, and placed the towels on the cold tile surrounding the hot tub. He quickly hopped in letting out a long and blissful sigh. "Oh my. This is so warm." he said, eyes slitted in happiness. "You really should get some heated floors though." Quul teased.
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Post by Sp❣rit on Nov 6, 2008 15:39:37 GMT -5
OOC:
*grabs popcorn and pulls up a seat*
munch...munch...
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Post by sunny on Nov 6, 2008 17:10:38 GMT -5
ooc:// Enjoy the show!
Sorry for the delay, but we're waiting for Sprite to replyyy. ^^
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