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Post by Ethan Hawke on Sept 23, 2010 1:09:16 GMT -8
"Don't kiss you?" He said to her perplexed, "Why wouldn't I want to kiss a beautiful girl like you?" Nuzzling his nose against hers her embraced her and kept her close. "Pedo bear, huh? Never knew he had a taste for us older kids." Ethan retorted through his sleepy haze.
Awh crap, do I have bed hair? Wait, of course I do, why do I even other to ask myself that? Grinning sheepishly, he tried to pat down the side of his hair that was sticking up. This was impossible of course, since he had just woken up. He took in the information she was giving him sleepily when the words "breakfast," "party," what he thought was the beginning of the word "karaoke," and and "present" stuck out.
"Wait, what?" Man, he was tired. "Breakfast sounds good later on, that's for sure, and if you want to throw a party then sure. I really don't mind karaoke, if it's with you of course." He stopped to take a breath and then continued on, "And you didn't need to get me a present!"
He smiled happily, "You're all I could ask for, duh." Ethan scruffled up her hair a bit and laughed softly.
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Post by Lyra ♫♪ Calnote on Sept 23, 2010 1:16:20 GMT -8
"Aww well it's your day, not mine Ethan so it's all up to you! I just want to make you happy! Wait- were you planning to go home today? I wasn't even aware of your plans," Lyra felt bad if he was planning to go home and she didn't even know. Ethan's mom or dad had dibs on him first, she could always have him now or later, like the candy. Lyra tapped Ethan's nose with her index finger and nodded, "yes I did!" she exclaimed, "you're my boyfriend after all, I should at least get you something!"
Oh but Ethan was so sweet. If he could see in the dark, he would see Lyra blushing. "You're too kind, Ethan," Lyra said, kissing him once again before jumping up and down almost. "Okay, I'm excited now. Do you want your present now or later?" Lyra asked, eyes wide that almost seemed to glow. From you know, the small, tiny night light in the hall. "And by present, I mean real present, not sexual present that you'll get anyways," you know, just for clarification.
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Post by Ethan Hawke on Sept 23, 2010 1:38:11 GMT -8
He shook his head slowly, yawning while he did. "Nope, no plans with the 'rents at all, yet. Probably going to go see them this weekend, that's for sure." Ethan nodded sleepily as he said this, "Yup, they're off on the weekends and it's either I go there or they come here." Oh god, he shuddered at the thought of his parents coming to Oceanside School to see him. It's not that they were bad, but they weren't exactly normal (personality-wise).
Once again yawning, Ethan grabbed Lyra by the waist and backed up slowly to the bed, "How about we wait til later?" He yawned again, only to throw himself back onto the bed while still clinging to Lyra, thus dragging her onto the softness of the bed. He cuddled up to her and nuzzled her ear, whispering, "Sorry, but I'm still dead tired. You did come in at like, 1AM in the morning after all."
Before Lyra could oppose, he coddled her into a makeshit body pillow as he lied on his right side, his left leg draped over her like a log (he's like, against the wall) and fell asleep. After a while he also began to snore.
Sucks for Lyra. <3
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Post by Vergil von Wulf on Dec 5, 2010 5:36:27 GMT -8
Vergil had ever so quietly stolen himself away to Mykel's room, sure to not disturb the sleeping Ethan or he'd surely have his head as kind as that boy was. Something just told him he was a force to be reckoned with when awoken, like a lion, or a maelstrom. He was glad to find his wayward boyfriend curled up to one side of the bed with an arm out and an adorable open-mouthed expression as he slept, making him have to stifle a bit of a giggle. Softening his steps by trying his best not to let them fall too heavily upon the carpet or he'd make awkward thuds, he sat on the edge of the bed and very gently kicked off his shoes to slip under the covers and curl himself to Mykel. He was warm, and comfortable, and his head fell just right into the crook of his neck. That's where he fell asleep.
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