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Post by Michael Cousteau on Mar 27, 2017 2:49:36 GMT
Michael allowed himself to be pushed away and sighed as he ran a hand through his hair when Amos fled to the kitchen - only to break a glass and cut himself in the process. He looked down at the icepack he still had as the albino tried to clean the mess up and repeatedly apologized. He said nothing for a few moments before he finally walked over and tossed the icepack onto the counter and moved to grab Amos and just pick him up and set him on the counter. After that he grabbed his wrist and held it over the sink, carefully squeezing on either side of the cut to let it bleed out more and to make sure no glass was embedded within it. "Don't move... Just making sure there isn't any glass in it." He told him as he was careful about any other glass on the floor. After a few moments he turned the cold water on and moved the cut hand under it to clean it a bit, just gently, but firmly, holding the hand in his own. "Reach over there for a rag, doesn't matter which one." He spoke as he gestured towards the closest drawer with his free hand briefly before returning his attention back to the albino's hand. Word count: --- Tag: Amos Vang
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Post by Amos Vang on Mar 27, 2017 3:07:45 GMT
I felt the darkness as it tried to pull me down | [attr="class","scroll"] "H-hey!" He wasn't really one to be continuously picked up, but this guy really did seem to like to do that to him. He made a noise as he was put up on the counter, a dark blush on his face as the other went about taking care of his hand. It hadn't been a deep cut, thankfully, and there didn't seem to be any glass in it. Still, it stung a bit. Normally he had quite the tolerance for this kind of thing, but for some reason when the other tended to him, it made him feel a lot more vulnerable than normal. "I'm sorry..." He muttered as he reached over to grab a rag from the drawer. "I'm really not usually this... clumsy... I.. Err..." Another dark blush stained his cheeks. "It's just... you uhh... S-surprise me... a bit... I.. Guess.."
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Post by Michael Cousteau on Mar 27, 2017 4:19:36 GMT
Michael was quiet as he continued to care for Amos' hand, soon accepting the rag when it was handed to him. He turned the water off and then gently dabbed at the water on his hand before wrapping the rag around where his cut was. His blue eyes moved to look at the albino as he spoke, soon looking down at his hand again. "Sorry, I should just... Control myself a bit more. I mean, yeah we're dating.. But we've only kissed and held hands and such. Only.... Not in public." He spoke as he then carefully set Amos' hand down on the counter and moved away to get a broom and dustpan that he actually had in a forgotten corner of the room. He was quiet as he carefully swept up the remainder of the broken glass. Once that was done he took care of the rest of it and put the broom and dustpan away before going back to Amos and then looked through a few cabinets before he pulled out a little first aid kit. He set that on the counter by the albino and opened it up to pull out a few bandaids of different sizes to see which one would be better for the cut. "I'm glad... We're dating though..." He spoke up as he compared the sizes of the bandaids to the cut for a few moments before grabbing some cream to go with it so he could apply the bandage once he removed the rag. "Even if you're poor, I like you." Word count: --- Tag: Amos Vang
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Post by Amos Vang on Mar 27, 2017 4:45:35 GMT
I felt the darkness as it tried to pull me down | [attr="class","scroll"] The albino just watched him, but it seemed like something was troubling the blonde. Maybe it wasn't. But still, he just sat in silence, just watching him. He really couldn't believe how much of a spaz he was being at all of this. Still at the mention that they had kissed and held hands the albino stiffened again. They had!? Oh dear gods! And after only a few weeks!? Wasn't that way too fast!? How could he possibly have gotten into such things!? The albino hadn't even noticed the other male go off and get the broom and begin to sweep up the mess. What was this... "and such" that the other male had said?? Had they done more than that?! No. No way. He refused to believe such a thing. He would never...
Of course the boy speaking again drew him out of his thoughts. "Huh?" It had been quick and surprised, like a sound some people might make when quickly pulled out of serious thoughts. "Uhh... Th-thanks. I.. guess." Well, he didn't really know how to respond to that. It took a moment for the blonde to finally decide a band aid for his hand. "I umm... I do really a-appreciate all of... This.." He wasn't entirely sure why exactly the other was even putting up with everything that he was. He liked him, but so what? He wasn't sure that he was even the type of person that would go so far to ensure the safety of someone else. "I get the feeling that... No one really... Ever has done this sort of.. Thing.. For me.."
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Post by Michael Cousteau on Mar 27, 2017 5:33:14 GMT
At Amos's words, Michael offered him a smile and then looked down to make sure everything was set before he leaned an arm against the counter a bit. "You're welcome... And... Yeah, you tend to, like, stay away from people and not accept help a lot. From what I've learned anyway." He told him, shrugging a little. He then offered a hand for him to take so he could help him down, gently squeezing it provided that Amos had taken it. "Whenever we sneak out to go eat you always insist on paying and do so before I can even get my wallet out to pay." He told him, shaking his head a little as he led him back over to the couch to sit down on it again. "But by gods do we have to walk a lot! Not sure if you know this again or not but you hate riding in cars. So I'm stuck having to walk everywhere with you." He told him, making a small face at that but also making it clear he didn't mean anything by it either. He then shrugged a little and leaned back against the couch before he released Amos' hand to stretch his arms above his head with a content sigh. "Ah.. Is there anything else coming back to you?" He asked as he glanced over to the albino curiously while lowering his arms and draped one over the back of the couch. "Oh, and until we can get you fully better... You'll be staying with me. Don't worry, I'm not going to touch you in any way aside from what I've done already without permission. At least to the best of my ability. Luka will be coming by to give you some coursework to work on too." He informed him as he tilted his head slightly. Word count: --- Tag: Amos Vang
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Post by Amos Vang on Mar 27, 2017 5:45:45 GMT
I felt the darkness as it tried to pull me down | [attr="class","scroll"] Amos just nodded as he listened to the other speak about him. "you're pretty observant then huh?" Of course it was some sort of compliment. He did indeed take the hand that led him back to the couch to sit, where he chuckled a bit at the boy complaining about walking everywhere. "Huh. Maybe that's why I'm so thin." Again he chuckled a bit, a small smile on his face. "Ahh.. N-not anything worth... Mentioning." He had started to remember bits about his job that he would much rather have forgotten. Jesus. How the hell did he work in that place? "Huh? O-oh.. Alright I.. if it's not too much trouble.. I mean.. I've caused you so much already." He trailed off, but after a moment he turned to face the other male.
"Michael? I.. I'm sorry if I'm.. I'm just not ready for the whole... Touching thing. I... I apparently hate it. I mean it's not so bad with you but.. I don't know. The feeling of other people's skin against mine is..." he shook his head a bit and made a small noise before lifting a hand to rest it against his forehead. "I just.. I have a feeling it's not.. Good. I think I've.. Hurt people.. And I... I really don't want to hurt you."
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Post by Michael Cousteau on Mar 27, 2017 15:27:40 GMT
The blonde teen listened to the albino's words and just shook his head a little. "It's fine Amos... I actually understand why you don't like physical contact." He told him, looking down at his own hand for a few moments before he looked back up to him. "You've got this...ability of sorts that allows you to steal someone's life force. At least I think that's what it does." He told him, shrugging a little. He shifted a little to prop his foot against the edge of the coffee table, getting comfortable. "You actually used it against me pretty much right before you asked me out." He added after a few moments, just enjoying the quiet the filled the room aside from any possible noises that could come from the other boy. "Granted, I probably deserved getting that used against me because I was trying to bully you." He added in with a small shake of his head. Michael then turned his attention over to Amos again, scanning his eyes over him to take in his body posture and just tried to read his body language. "I'm glad we went out on that date though, despite how scared I was to show up.." He spoke with a small chuckle as he looked away then. Word count: --- Tag: Amos Vang
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Post by Amos Vang on Mar 27, 2017 16:37:05 GMT
I felt the darkness as it tried to pull me down | [attr="class","scroll"] The albino looked a bit surprised before he looked down at his hands. "Is that what all the colors are? People's life...?" He looked back up as the other mentioned having said power used on him. "And you still said yes?" Of course he was referring to the whole, dating thing. Gods. He wouldn't have said yes if someone had tried to kill him first. Though, he supposed it was self defense or something. "Huh... I guess I'm a reactive sort of type then..." The kid bullied him so he tried to kill him? That was a little extreme wasn't it?
A small blush crossed his face at the mention of their first date. Had he been scared too? "Well.. I'm glad that you did... Show up I mean. Otherwise who knows where I would be right now." He shook his head a bit and leaned back into the couch, just trying to relax a bit. "I... I'm starting to remember how I... wound up like this... I know I was at work and there were some shit customers. I remember I was locking up but then it's all just... Blank. But when you mentioned my power I.. I could feel it... It was weird. Faces flashing in my head." He shook his head again and sighed. "Ehh. It's not important anyways."
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Post by Michael Cousteau on Mar 27, 2017 18:21:00 GMT
Michael blinked to his words on the colors, having to think for a few moments before he chuckled lightly. "Ah.. I'm not sure what the colors are exactly... I mean, maybe? But I doubt it. Probably another power yo-- Oh right I remember.." He mentioned, snapping his fingers once. "The colors are people's emotions apparently or something. I don't really know much about it though... I mean, I have foresight and umbralkineses for my powers." He told him with a small shrug, and to demonstrate his second power he held out his other hand and let shadows from nearby gather up on his hand and spiral up somewhat. He then dropped his hand as he let the shadows vanish, or rather dissipate, and looked back to the albino. He listened to his words before he reached over and grabbed a pillow and plopped that in Amos' lap, not doing anything yet. "Yeah, you got attacked by three bastards from what I heard..." A frown crossed his features as he scanned his eyes over the boy's face as he thought about it. "I'm still holding that boss of yours accountable for leaving you alone like that. Gods, you're not even of age to legally work!" He spoke, getting a bit angry at that thought as he glanced away. He was silent for a few moments before he sighed and looked back to Amos once more. "I'm...not mad at you, just so you know. I'm more mad at the fact that your boss would do something so idiotic like that." He then went quiet again before he looked down again, chewing his lower lip slightly in thought. "Say, uh... Do you think you could teach me some Japanese..? Just...so there isn't any problems in communicating if something like this happens again." He spoke as a blush crossed his features in some embarrassment. Word count: --- Tag: Amos Vang
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Post by Amos Vang on Mar 27, 2017 18:44:32 GMT
I felt the darkness as it tried to pull me down | [attr="class","scroll"] Amos just watched as Michael demonstrated his ability. That was kind of cool. He wished he had something more useful than just seeing colors and killing people. But still, he supposed it was probably better than nothing at all. The albino looked down at the pillow as it was put into his lap, wondering just what the hell it could be for. It wasn't like he really needed a pillow for anything. "Er... I'm sure it's not his fault.. He seems like.. A pretty decent guy actually.. From.. What I can remember..." Though, maybe defending his boss wasn't the greatest thing. If only he could remember why the man had been gone that day...
But none of that really mattered in the end, as the boy dropped the subject and moved on to something else. "You.. Want to learn..? Ehh.. I've never really taught anyone anything before but.. I could try." If he really wanted to learn then he supposed he would just have to find some way to wing it. "Err.. What's this for anyways?" Amos grabbed the pillow and held it up a bit. At least it was a nice pillow.
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Post by Michael Cousteau on Mar 27, 2017 20:28:30 GMT
Michael smiled at his words on teaching him despite the blush still on his face. "Thanks, I normally would get a professional and private tutor but I thought maybe it'd be fun, y'know?" He responded to him before his blush darkened just slightly. "Ah... Um..." He glanced over to the pillow before an awkward laugh escaped him sightly. "Uh... I was going to use your lap as a pillow maybe but... Thought against it... So um... Yeah." He then got up to make some further space between them, feeling more awkward now that he had said those words. He went to the kitchen went about to make himself hot chocolate, mumbling a few things in French under his breath. "O-oh, uh... Do you want some hot chocolate..? I mean, yeah might not be the weather for it but it helps calm my nerves and all." He spoke, shrugging a little as he glanced over to him. "You don't have to have one if you don't want.." Word count: --- Tag: Amos Vang
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Post by Amos Vang on Mar 27, 2017 21:31:54 GMT
I felt the darkness as it tried to pull me down | [attr="class","scroll"] "Heheh..." Of course it was a small little nervous laugh after the boy mentioned using his lap as a place to rest his head. He was sort of grateful that the boy had changed his mind. It was a bit awkward between the two of them for a bit of time before Michael decided to get up and make hot chocolate, in which, he offered some to the other male. "Ahh.. No thanks. I... I don't think I'm very fond of chocolate." But he guessed he didn't really even know that. "It's getting kind of late isn't it? Err.. Do you... Normally stay late?"
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Post by Michael Cousteau on Mar 27, 2017 23:21:43 GMT
Michael nodded to his words and just continued to make himself a cup of hot chocolate, soon glancing over to the albino when he mentioned how late it was and all. He shrugged and walked back over to the couch with his cup of hot chocolate and sat back down on it. At his question he looked down at the cup and sipped it carefully with a small shrug. "It depends on what is going on for me..." He spoke slowly, not really sure how much he should let on to Amos about what he did and all. Then again, it had only been a few weeks since they started dating. "Sometimes I'll stay up all night," he added after a few moments. He just grew silent as he just drank his hot chocolate for a few moments longer before he shifted to face Amos a bit. "If you want we can get you set up to go to bed. You can take my bed again since I'll be doing some work for a bit." Word count: --- Tag: Amos Vang
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Post by Amos Vang on Mar 28, 2017 0:18:13 GMT
I felt the darkness as it tried to pull me down | [attr="class","scroll"] The albino just nodded a bit, thinking that he too probably was a night owl on most occasions. But then the blonde asked if he wanted to get ready for bed, and mentioned something about working as well. "Oh? You have a job?" He blinked in some form of shock. Really he hadn't expected that. He just figured this was some trust fund kid like must of the other rich spoiled pricks in the building. "And.. I uhh.. Well I mean I sort of slept most of the day so I'm not really all that tired.. I just err.. I don't wanna be in your way.."
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Post by Michael Cousteau on Mar 28, 2017 2:27:06 GMT
Michael smiled to his words a little and just ran a hand through his hair before drinking some more of his hot chocolate. "Um... Yeah, I guess... You could call it that." He answered carefully, chuckling a little nervously. Though he gave the albino a rare, kind, if not fond, expression and just waved his free hand in the air a bit. "You're no trouble or in my way, Amos. Here, do you want to watch some television or something? You'd have to change the channel since it's currently in a French one". He told him, standing to go walk over to where he usually kept the remote. He walked back over to Amos and handed it to him, soon tilting his head slightly. "You do know how to work it, right?" He asked him, not even sure if the albino even knew how a remote worked. Word count: --- Tag: Amos Vang
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