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Post by Kait on Jun 14, 2006 12:35:14 GMT -5
*Drake supported himself with both hands against the back of the couch and one knee sinking into the cushion as he leaned deeper into the kiss... However, it wasn't long before he reluctantly drew back a little, taking a deep breath to control himself...* "... I really need to put some clothes on..."
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Post by Ze on Jun 14, 2006 12:37:06 GMT -5
"yeah... sure..." Wilde nodded, breathing heavily, smiling up at Drake.
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Post by Kait on Jun 14, 2006 12:40:19 GMT -5
*Drake quickly pulled away before he could change his mind, hurrying down the hall and into his bedroom. He pulled on a long sleeved, dark blue, button down shirt and black jeans before adjusting his leather bracelets and combing his dark hair.*
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Post by Ze on Jun 14, 2006 12:43:43 GMT -5
Wilde took this opportunity to change as well. He grabbed his bag and pulled out a pair of pants and a shirt.
The pants hung low on his hips and were a black color, almost looking like leather, and the shirt was a dark red color, ending just where his pants began so that on occasion flesh was exposed. He ran a hand through his hair to get it the way he liked it.
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Post by Kait on Jun 14, 2006 12:51:51 GMT -5
*Drake walked into the bathroom, rolling up his shirt sleeves and turning the sink faucet to make the water as cold as he could. After splashing his face repeatedly, he brushed his teeth and quickly dried his face with a hand towel. He stared at himself in the mirror for a moment with a heavy sigh before heading back into the living room.*
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Post by Ze on Jun 14, 2006 12:55:00 GMT -5
Wilde had brushed his teeth in the kitchen sink, not liking how they felt.
He was smart when he packed to run away. Had a good part of his clothes, deoderant, toothbrush and toothpaste... just no food, water, or money...
When Drake was coming back into the living room, Wilde was back at his bag, putting his stuff away and looking for deoderant.
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Post by Kait on Jun 14, 2006 12:58:51 GMT -5
*Drake took a seat in his armchair, pulling on his socks as he watched Wilde bent over his bag... and enjoyed the view...* "So... What now...?"
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Post by Ze on Jun 14, 2006 13:02:17 GMT -5
"um... well... not too sure... we could go out again." he found his deoderant and put that on, his shirt lifting a bit as he did so.
Then he put that away and grabbed his socks and shoes, putting those on.
"yep, we're going out again. Not sure where, but we are. We can go restock your kitchen." he nodded.
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Post by Kait on Jun 14, 2006 13:06:59 GMT -5
*Drake just shrugged, his eyes never leaving Wilde as he pulled on his shoes.* "I'll do whatever you want to do..."
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Post by Ze on Jun 14, 2006 13:12:43 GMT -5
"Well what I want would have us no the couch or on your bed for a long time... so we'll go shopping for now." he chuckled, "you need to buy food." he smirked and turned to look at Drake.
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Post by Kait on Jun 14, 2006 13:14:58 GMT -5
*Drake felt himself blushing again and quickly stood up with a nod.* "Yeah... Let's get out of here..." *He grabbed his keys from the table.*
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Post by Ze on Jun 14, 2006 13:16:44 GMT -5
Wilde walked out of the apartment and waited for Drake outside.
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Post by Kait on Jun 14, 2006 13:25:40 GMT -5
*Drake followed Wilde out into the hall, locking the door behind them and pocketing the keys. As soon as they were in the elevator, Drake leaned against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest, staring at Wilde.*
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Post by Ze on Jun 14, 2006 13:28:20 GMT -5
Wilde looked back at Drake before moving closer and kissing him.
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Post by Jess on Jun 14, 2006 15:54:12 GMT -5
"Shut up old man!" Ayane shouted as an old man opened the door to the small apartment complex to leave and she pushed right on through.
"Young miss! You must leave you don't live here I-" He began, but the angry Japanese girl quickly cut him off.
"You just shut the hell up! I forgot my d**n keys aight so sue me...sheesh..." The obviously enraged girl calmed down as she stood near the elevator and punched, litterally punched, the button to call the elevator down. "Slow ass elevators..."
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