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Post by Danny Bainbridge on Jun 14, 2007 9:10:56 GMT -5
With a smile the day had started, and already Danny was starting to wonder if that had been a wise choice. He'd dumped his breaskfast on his lap, much to everyone's amusement, and gotten splashed with coffee. He didn't mind going to change. It was the lack of anyone's concern that had bothered him. Now he sat in the library, one leg crossed over the other, not exactly reading the book he held in his hands.
Pulling his white half jacket closer to his lean frame he brushed his hair, again, from his face. What an irritating morning...
He sat up in his chair, where he had been slouching, and let his flat heeled boots hit the floor with a clunk. That earned a glare from the librarian, but that didn't bother him. Humming lightly he smooth out the red fishnet leggings he wore, and made sure he looked presentable in the case that anyone would want to talk to him. He pulled out the ruffled mini skirt so it wasn't all bunched about his stomach.
Now satisfied that he didn't look bad he sat back again, his book laying open on his stomach. Books oddly didn't hold his attention long enough today.
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Post by Reece Williams on Jun 14, 2007 21:26:56 GMT -5
Reece, for some reason or another, was in the library. He would say a teacher told him to be there for detention, but really, he just had run out of places to go. That and he felt like picking on some nerds. He walked carefully around, his camo converse barely making noise when they hit the floor. His black leather pants..were a little too tight for comfort. His black leather Jacket, was his favorite part though. And he had a toothpick in his mouth, if he wasn't smoking, he was toothpicking.
He chewed on it every five seconds, which meant he did it all the time. it was a bad habbit. Shoot him. He walked through the shelves. Surprisingly, there weren't that many nerds or preps around. He sighed and he came to the tables. Ahh..there was someone. It was a female. No wait, a male dressed as a female? He wasn't sure. He got a little closer, and sure enough it was the latter.
His left eye twitched slightly. He didn't see that often. He closed his eyes for a second. Screw it. He wouldn't walk away from this opportunity. He walked up behind the kid, and smacked the book out of his hands. "Reading is for losers...but I wouldn't be surprised, seeing as you are one." He walked around so the boy could see him. "What the fuck are you wearing? Don't you think that's a little too sexy for a nerd? " Actually, Reece thought he looked pretty good. And he had nothing against the kid, he just liked picking on people. It doesn't matter who you or, or what problem you have. He sat down on the table and bit down on his pick,staring the kid straight in his eyes, not blinking.
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Post by Danny Bainbridge on Jun 14, 2007 21:45:56 GMT -5
As the book was hit out of his hands he sighed, looking up as the person came around. His breathign hitched as he got a good look at him...He blushed a ruby red and looked down at his lap, nervously playing with his skirt. "I-it's how I dress." He said, his statement slightly challenging even though it was soft and really quiet. He gnawed his lower lip, sneaking upward glances at the other. He wasn't bad looking...but after being called a loser he wasn't much inclined to compliment him.
"Is there something you wanted?" He asked uncertainly, eyes jumping from his own lap to meet the others eyes, even though they started to wander to other places...
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Post by Reece Williams on Jun 14, 2007 21:58:33 GMT -5
Reece watched him carefully. That's how he was. He didn't say anything for a while. He was having fun, but he wasn't smiling like most people did. Reece only smiled fully, in certain circumstances. And this wasn't one of them. Which was good for the boy. But he smiled toothlessly as the other talked. "Probably not. But if there was something, I would have already done it already, would've of I?"
Now that he thought about it, he could think of something, instead of just terrorize the guy. Well, he did want another..slave. He looked away for a moment as he thought this. Then after a minute he returned his gaze. He was acting strangely. Like he could focus on Reece's eyes, which was normal, but not like this.. Reece shrugged and waited for his response. Oh, no. That had not been a rhetorical question. he wanted an answer, and he had better get the right one.
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Post by Danny Bainbridge on Jun 14, 2007 22:09:41 GMT -5
"Well I guesso..." He muttered, now pulling idly at his skirt hem. He felt awkward being watched. His eyes had skimmed down Reece's figure and he couldn't help but lick his lips nervously. Of course he knew that the other most probably wouldn't like him...but that didn't mean he couldn't fantasize.
He looked at him directly. "So if you don't want anything..are you just teasing me because you can?"
(My posts keep getting shorter...*shifty eyes*)
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Post by Reece Williams on Jun 14, 2007 22:43:22 GMT -5
A small smirk in the corner of Reece's mouth appeared. His eyes narrows slightly before he responded. "Maybe. But let's say I did want something. Then would you feel better?" Reece thought hard before he said that. As he did everything else he said normally. He let his arms hang limply at his sides, and his hands rest on the table. He turned, so his legs hung of the side, now sitting sideways to Danny. Yet his body and head was turned to face him some what. Reece spread his legs..to somehow make the table more comfortable. His blue eyes shifted back to the boys as he waited for a response.
ooc: it's ok
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Post by Danny Bainbridge on Jun 15, 2007 6:40:24 GMT -5
"Maybe." He said, biting his lower lip anxiously. His eyes had watched every last movement and he couldn't not pretend that he hadn't. "Depends on what you want." He said a tad coyly. He wouldn't mind if the other wanted something from him, didn't mind at all. He had put his leg down from over top the other, keeping them together still, but in a more comfortable position. He let his hair fall into his eyes and tried to keep from blushing. His thoughts weren't all that chaste.
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Post by Reece Williams on Jun 15, 2007 11:08:47 GMT -5
Of course Reece had no idea why he said it like that. Most people were afraid when he said he wanted something from them. So once again, he would use a question. "Let's say you were me and I was you. What do you think you would want from me?" There. That was the simplest way of figuring out what the boy though he wanted..or wanted him to want. Yes, he saw him watching his every move. It was actually somewhat interesting.
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Post by Danny Bainbridge on Jun 15, 2007 12:09:45 GMT -5
Danny raised an eyebrow at the question. "Well. If I were you...and you were me...I think you'd know what I want." He said, leaning on the table. He was blushing faintly. His finger nervously tapping. He wasn't one to just speak his mind, so he just dodged around the subject until the person he was talking to nailed it on the head.
He put his leg over his other leg again, his skirt hiking a little higher on the tight calf length shorts he wore beneath. He was playing with a few strands of his hair, twirling it through his slim fingers. The other boy made him feel nervous, butterfly in the stomach nervous.
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Post by Reece Williams on Jun 15, 2007 12:32:16 GMT -5
Reece listened and watched him for a moment. He played his words over and over in his head. His eyes strained after three minutes. "What?" Okay, that was extremely confusing. He guessed he wouldn't get a straight answer. He sighed as his eyes snapped up to the ceiling, and then back down. "What do you think I want?" it was a simple question, hopefully he'd get a simple answer. He was afraid that id he used another question, then he'd be confusing himself.
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