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Maito Gai | Youth ([personal profile] spandexisyouth) wrote2009-12-22 07:08 am

Eighth Lotus

I do not understand what it is with apples. I think I very strongly do not like them. But now I smell like them! I will not taste this time. I do not need to.

I think I may actually hate apples. But not Apple.

I am almost well again! I will be ready to return to normal things soon!

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[identity profile] grab-my-bells.livejournal.com 2010-01-02 04:22 pm (UTC)(link)
Mmhm.

[Though he pretended to not notice, Bell could see it seemed to take a lot out of Youth to do basic things. He was going to have to arrange for someone to watch Youth, before he could get himself killed out there, injured and unable to fully defend himself...]

Good enough. [Around his middle, maybe? It was a silly idea, but Bell did have to admit the idea of putting your name or tag or symbol on your animal-companion made sense. Maybe even more than just tags for a dog did...he just couldn't put a finger on why.] He could when you're better and you take him for a walk, he might wander...

[Bell smiled behind his scarf.] Sure you do. If someone's a bad boy and you need to keep a leash on him...then he also needs a collar.

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[identity profile] grab-my-bells.livejournal.com 2010-01-02 05:01 pm (UTC)(link)
[If he so much as tried to move, Bell would strap him down again; it didn't matter what muscles said movement was going or not going to strain.]

He could develop super speed when you're not looking. [Argument for argument's sake.]

[The movement was subtle, barely event there, but he could faintly feel the almost twitch-like movement against the fabric of his pants over his thigh as Youth's finger moved to stroke under Turtle's chin. He took notice of the gesture. That was the hand, the knuckles, Bell licked.]

Mmm, you sure? [Bell leaned back, and though his mouth was hidden, there was no doubt he was smirking.] You're the defiant one we had to tie to his bed so that we could have our way. Maybe I do need to get you a leash and a collar, since you will wander off if I were to look away.

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[identity profile] grab-my-bells.livejournal.com 2010-01-02 05:52 pm (UTC)(link)
[Likely.]

I wouldn't dismiss anything in this place. [Sphere logic.]

How do you know I didn't? You were out of it... I could have if I wanted to. [A sigh.] And what do you call what you're trying to do? You're trying to wander off.

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[identity profile] grab-my-bells.livejournal.com 2010-01-02 06:15 pm (UTC)(link)
Yeah yeah. [He waved his hand.] Whatever.

Maybe. Or I'm saying I wanted to, and could have, but didn't. [He leaned in closer, raising an eyebrow that seemed to ask Youth to prove him wrong now, before adding, secured in his own knowledge...] You are trying to wander off.

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[identity profile] grab-my-bells.livejournal.com 2010-01-02 06:46 pm (UTC)(link)
[Outside of their spar, he hasn't really lost his upper-hand against Youth. He feels it slipping slightly now as he meets Youth's gaze. His voice is slow, careful, and sly as replies, remaining intentionally vague] May-be.

Yes. But in what condition? I like my things returned to me just as I last saw them. And in your current state, I'm not sure that would be the case.

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[identity profile] grab-my-bells.livejournal.com 2010-01-02 07:33 pm (UTC)(link)
[Bell hadn't been expecting to push Youth to that point. But...He was sort of backed into a corner by the dark-haired man. Answering was not an option. Anything that definite was out of the question.]

Hey now. Calm down... [He pushed down Youth's hand, bringing his scarf to hang around his neck in the same gesture. The smile was thin, and disappeared as he leaned into the final space between them. A quick brush of the lips was all Youth received as answer; a kiss, nothing definite. No 'yes,' nor a 'no.'] Maybe.

...Your intentions don't change my intentions of tying you to the bed if you keep trying to train.

[He slid Turtle off his lap and then slid off the bed, standing, pulling the scarf back in place. The expression returned to his very neutral typical one, looking painfully cool and unaffected.]

So, can I trust you to behave while I make dinner? Or do I have to tie you up now?