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Post by Nighteyes on Jun 26, 2017 13:24:28 GMT -5
"No." Jason laughed, downing his drink quickly and wincing as it burned his throat. "You don't, but it has a kick to it that you might enjoy."
((Six pages! Yay!!))
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Post by Bloodrose on Jun 26, 2017 13:27:05 GMT -5
Cain blinked at him curiously, before sipping at the drink. He wrinkled his nose at the bitter taste, clearly disliking it. 'That's awful.' He mumbled, eyeing up the drink like it might poison him.
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Post by Nighteyes on Jun 26, 2017 13:44:12 GMT -5
Jason laughed. "Down it, don't sip it." He said, lifting the glass to Cain's mouth again.
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Post by Bloodrose on Jun 26, 2017 13:50:41 GMT -5
Cain gazed at Jason as the male lifted the glass to his lips, and took it from him with a sigh. He tipped it down, swallowing the burning alcohol, and barely flinching from it at all. It felt good to know he could still feel things sometimes. 'I still don't like it.' He said.
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Post by Nighteyes on Jun 26, 2017 13:51:51 GMT -5
"Hm...what do you normally drink? If anything?" He asked, still grinning at him.
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Post by Bloodrose on Jun 26, 2017 14:18:48 GMT -5
Cain coughed awkwardly. 'Straight vodka.' He replied, rubbing the back of his neck. 'Aila drinks cocktails though-she said I should drink those because they're sweet.'
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Post by Nighteyes on Jun 26, 2017 14:23:23 GMT -5
"....let's start you off on the cocktails, shall we?" He asked, laughing quietly, before ordering two large jugs of Woowoo's.
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Post by Bloodrose on Jun 26, 2017 14:31:27 GMT -5
Cain laughed softly, examining the drink before sipping it. He smiled and glanced back up at Jason, eyes twinkling slightly, and suddenly shifting from black, to a gentle shade of blue.
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Post by Nighteyes on Jun 26, 2017 17:16:40 GMT -5
Jason stuck two straws in his drink and sipped slowly, watching as the music was turned up and people took to the dancefloor.
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Post by Bloodrose on Jun 26, 2017 17:22:28 GMT -5
Cain eyed them, also drinking his through a straw, before he got to his feet with a small smile and held out his hand to Jason, eyes glittering with mischief. 'Gonna dance with me?'
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Post by Nighteyes on Jun 26, 2017 17:34:46 GMT -5
"Mmm, oh go on then." He said, before asking the barman to keep an eye on their drinks, before sliding his hand into Cains. "Let's go."
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Post by Bloodrose on Jun 26, 2017 17:47:07 GMT -5
Cain grinned shyly and headed into the throng, allowing the music to wash through him and allieviate his anxiety. He reached up and shook his hair out of it's bun, letting it fall in graceful waves around his face, before he turned to smile at Jason and start to dance in time to the music, laughing softly.
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Post by Nighteyes on Jun 26, 2017 17:50:01 GMT -5
Jason laughed as well, letting the lights and sounds wash over him as he danced with Cain, smirking as he did.
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Post by Bloodrose on Jun 26, 2017 17:53:43 GMT -5
Cain soon found himself getting lost in the music, moving up close to Jason as he danced, eyes half-lidded. 'I can't be staying out all night, mind.' He told him, gazing up at him.
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Post by Nighteyes on Jun 26, 2017 18:04:41 GMT -5
"Not all night? So...most of it is definitely on the table then?" He said, his lips curling slightly as he smiled. "Don't worry, I'll get you home before morning."
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Post by Bloodrose on Jun 26, 2017 18:11:01 GMT -5
Cain grinned slightly at the joke, sidling up a little closer, moving Jason's hands to his waist. 'Sounds good to me.'
Cain ended up arriving home around 2am, a little drunk but feeling better than he had in a long time. He hesitated at his front door, then breathed in slowly and walked in, wondering whether he'd get stressed about for his face first, or shouted at for being late.
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Post by Nighteyes on Jun 26, 2017 18:17:23 GMT -5
When he opened the door, Merc was sat in his seat in the living room, a whiskey glass next to him, and the decanter next to that. He slowly stood and turned to look at him, narrowing his eyes. "Where have you been, and what the hell happened to your face...?" He asked, stepping forward and turning the light on, wincing slightly at the brightness of it, compared to the rest of the house.
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Post by Bloodrose on Jun 26, 2017 18:20:22 GMT -5
'Huh, both at once.' Cain said, answering his own questions out loud. He awkwardly realised he'd spoken out loud, and ran a hand through his hair. 'I've been out with Jason.' He replied, turning his head away. 'And I-' he tensed, not wanting to admit that Declan had hurt him; but his voice always trembled, and stuttered, when he lied. 'Got into a f-fight at school.' He mumbled.
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Post by Nighteyes on Jun 26, 2017 18:24:58 GMT -5
He tilted his head and moved closer, sniffing the air. "....go get yourself cleaned up, and go to bed. We'll continue this tomorrow."
((When he's hung over))
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Post by Bloodrose on Jun 26, 2017 18:28:36 GMT -5
Cain quietly looked at him, searching for disappointment. Once again, the blue in his eyes spiralled back to their depressed black, and he quietly headed to his room, arms wrapped around his body as if to shield his skin from view.
The next morning, he was back to his old ways; wearing black head to toe, with an oversized hoodie, his hair an absolute mess, and his face looking extremely sore. He came down to make himself waffles and milk, every movement he was making clearly taking an extreme amount of energy and concentration- and not just because he had a bit of a sore head.
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Post by Nighteyes on Jun 26, 2017 18:32:41 GMT -5
"Good morning, Cain." Merc said, a little louder than usual. "How was your night?"
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Post by CrackedSkel on Jun 26, 2017 18:33:10 GMT -5
Devon hesitantly examined Riley, then looked away, examining the area with slightly dazed eyes. He blinked slowly, then returned his gaze to the human. 'What's your name?' He mumbled. --- Cain accepted the drink, curiously sniffing it, before warily looking up at Jason. 'Do I dare to ask whats in it?' He awkwardly asked.
OOC CHATTER {{ - - }}
ROLEPLAY- "Riley Tyler. Good to meet you." He moved to sit on the recliner again. "How are you feeling?" -
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Post by Bloodrose on Jun 26, 2017 18:33:57 GMT -5
Cain blatantly ignored him, instead watching the toaster intently as he waited for his waffles. When they popped, he placed them tiredly on a plate, blinking slowly, before refusing to sit with the rest of them, instead sitting on the kitchen counter, keeping them out of his line of sight. Akemi sadly watched him as he began to withdraw from them again.
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Post by Bloodrose on Jun 26, 2017 18:35:18 GMT -5
'Normal.' Devon replied, looking at him blankly. 'My mind is a little slow, as it will be until this stupid body decides to heal.' He curled his legs up to his chest and leaned away from Riley, glaring at him slightly, clearly very anxious and afraid despite his nasty outward appearance.
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Post by CrackedSkel on Jun 26, 2017 18:42:03 GMT -5
OOC CHATTER {{ - - }}
ROLEPLAY- Riley frowned a little and held up his hands. "I don't want to hurt you." He said carefully. "We pulled you out of your gang's territory. We were concerned about your wellbeing." -
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Post by Nighteyes on Jun 26, 2017 18:45:47 GMT -5
Merc narrowed his eyes, then sighed and continued to eat, before standing and heading to his study, closing the door behind him - a clear message that no one, save for Akemi, was to enter the room.
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Post by Bloodrose on Jun 26, 2017 18:45:59 GMT -5
'They'll come after me.' He murmured softly. 'Take me where nobody will find me and paralyse me there. I'll spend an eternity trapped.' He turned his head away, trembling slightly. 'I'm f*cked either way.'
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Post by Bloodrose on Jun 26, 2017 18:48:29 GMT -5
Cain watched him go, then silently headed outside to go to school, rucksack over his shoulder, and eyes miserably downcast. He went a different route from normal to avoid his friends, then soon arrived. Once at class, he silently sank down into his seat, and inevitably waited for the arrival of Vancha, whilst he began to doodle Jason in his notebook.
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Post by Nighteyes on Jun 26, 2017 18:50:30 GMT -5
Vancha arrived later than usual, wearing his usual bag, and a large sports bag, which he placed down with a clunk. He seemed a lot happier that morning, although he also looked extremely tired.
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Post by Bloodrose on Jun 26, 2017 18:51:21 GMT -5
Cain bowed his head a little, attempting to hide the mess of his face, but knew he wouldn't be able to properly- it was too bright in the classroom, and Vancha was directly adjacent to him.
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