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 Posted: Fri Dec 01, 2006 3:24 pm
(( 4laugh Naughty Damian!))
"My apartment is down the street...this way..."
Faye took off his apron and headed for the front door. He took a right to began walking down the sidewalk and across the street. The small baker waved to the soccer mom for she let him pass:
"So what were you writing on that laptop?"
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Posted: Sat Dec 02, 2006 7:12 am
(lol yeah really)
Damian was continuing to look at him still standing there wondering why he was just staring, "you okay you know I'm gonna get dressed I don't want to leave you looking all weird"
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Posted: Sat Dec 02, 2006 10:24 am
Cress blush turned on, as other thing did the same action "Don't worry, it's not a problem if you stay like that" He said with a grin "And I could have a nice cool glass of water, if it's not a problem" The waiter said as he locked his sight in Damien's body -wich was pretty well build by the way- as the younger boy fetched some water
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Posted: Sat Dec 02, 2006 5:24 pm
Damian stopped him from walking on and pulled him to his chest to keep him from walking anymore "your my guest let me get it" he turned him to face though he felt something hard on his leg he did'nt mind he sat him down and got something to drink.
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Posted: Sat Dec 02, 2006 6:40 pm
Cress chuckled as damien sat him down "Heh, I'm sorry, I'm used to be the one serving, not the one being served" He said as he watched Damian "Hey, I'm sorry about before, I gues I was a little bit of a total jerk" The waiter said ashamed "So, if you wan't anything just tell me, I made a mistake, I shoul make it up to you..."
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Posted: Sun Dec 03, 2006 5:16 am
"Well you can take that big pen out of your pocket when I grabbed you it poked me in the thigh" he laughed and went and got him a drink, "here you go"
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Posted: Sun Dec 03, 2006 6:26 am
"Hm? My laptop?"
Ducan had completely forgot about that.
"Oh... Just writing... a story..." Damn, he was losing his ability to speak in front of this cute guy.
"Nothing, really, just my way of putting food on the table. Though my editor will kill me if I don't finish my manuscript soon."
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Posted: Sun Dec 03, 2006 6:55 am
Cress blushed as he sipped some water "Yeah...pen...sorry..." said the waiter rolling his eyes "Anyway, how are you feeling now" He said as he chuckled "Sorry, everytime I say that line I can help but to laugh, typical psycologist cliché" Admitted Cress
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Posted: Sun Dec 03, 2006 10:37 am
Damian laughed a hearty laugh too "I'm feeling fine oh and sorry about snapping at you back at the shop anyway thanks for bringing my book back I know it must be torture for you to stay here with me anyway you going?" Damian was wondering if he did'nt care much why was he willing to come here. Damian was espicially confused because he knew that was no pen and if it was what he thought why was he turned on by him?
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Posted: Sun Dec 03, 2006 12:41 pm
"Ah. How long have you been writing?"
Faye asked this as he approached the building, unlocked the door and started heading to his flat upstairs. Hoping that Ducan would be more comfortable around him.
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Posted: Sun Dec 03, 2006 6:35 pm
Cress frowned "It's not a problem staying! but if you're kicking me out like you're doing now...I guess I'll be leaving now" He said standing up, a little calmer now an walked towards Damian "Bye! If you need anything, from a cup of coffee to a psycologic advice, you know where to find me" The waiter joked as he kissed the boy's cheek and left the house, then he headed towards work.
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Posted: Sun Dec 03, 2006 6:50 pm
Damian's face lit up red and stuck his head out the window "I was'nt kicking you out anyway if you want to come over tonight I don't mind say....... at 7 ? or whenever you get off?"
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Posted: Sun Dec 03, 2006 7:47 pm
Sighing dejectedly, a sweatdrop comically appearing over his head, Minagawa watched Faye leave with the customer, flicking his wrist in a small wave at their backs. "Sure thing..." he muttered, sweeping his bangs back with slender fingers, and heading to the closet for the mop.
The dark-haired man dragged out the mop and leaned it against the wall, going back to the kitchen to fill a bucket with some water. Carrying the half-full pail back to the mess of icing, Minagawa set to work; mopping up the splatter.
I really ought to be baking... his brain anxiously reminded him, and he mopped faster. Hopefully, someone would walk in and offer to help.
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Posted: Sun Dec 03, 2006 8:00 pm
Cress tunred around and grinned "Ok, I'll call you! and I hope you will be dressed by then!" Actually one part of him (the most crowded) didin't wanted to. Said that he heade towards work
When Cress got there he changed into his usual uniform again and walked to the kitchen "Faye I'm back!...Faye?" He said as he noticed that there was noone at the kitchen. he headed towards the café area, still a little turned on and bumped into someone "I'm sorry..." He said as he noticed it was his cute co-worker "Mi-Minagawa-kun..." The waiter said as he blushed again "Just what I need, I was hoping to calm my heartbeats a little bit and now I find Minagawa is here!" the psycologist student thought to himself, truth is that he was holding a crush for this dar haired co-worker ever since they started working together. "How are you!?...erm...do you need some help?" He asked trying to make a smile behind his blush
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Posted: Mon Dec 04, 2006 4:28 am
Ducan stepped into the apartment, wiping his shoes thoroughly on the mat.
"Ever since I was eight and wrote my first story about alien zombies invading the Earth," he chuckled, fondly remembering his boyhood stories. "Now, my plots are hopefully a bit more sophisticated."
He leaned in a bit closer to Faye, catching a small wiff of sugary icing and his own scent. "Hm... Best hurry and get that icing off of you unless you want to smell like a delicious pastry forever."
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