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Post by Ze on Jun 16, 2006 16:50:52 GMT -5
"no... but I got a pain in my crotch... god..." he fidgeted before reaching a hand into his pants, grabbing the keys and looking at them oddly as he pulled them out of his pants.
"I THINK... I found your keys..."
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Post by Kait on Jun 16, 2006 16:54:01 GMT -5
*Drake stared at Wilde for a moment, not understanding...* "Ok... Let me get this straight... You didn't buy the groceries sitting on the counter, and you've found the keys to my apartment in your pants...?" *Drake stood there for a second before shaking his head.* "This must be some really f**ked up dream..."
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Post by Ze on Jun 16, 2006 16:55:39 GMT -5
"that or some freaky molestor decided to refill your fridge and cop a feel as they left behind your keys... cause I don't know what other kind of person shoves keys in someone's pants..."
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Post by Kait on Jun 16, 2006 16:59:28 GMT -5
*Drake shook his head again, quickly sitting down in his armchair as he tried to comprehend what Wilde was saying. It was a difficult situation to wake up to.* "I don't understand... Are you sure you didn't buy them...? And are you sure you didn't have my keys yesterday...?"
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Post by Ze on Jun 16, 2006 17:01:20 GMT -5
"ok, Drake, here's some facts. I don't have any money. I don't know how to get to the grocery store. And finally, I may be a bit into the kinky sh**... but shoving keys down my pants is not one of those things that gets me off."
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Post by Kait on Jun 16, 2006 17:03:44 GMT -5
*Drake glanced at him with frown.* "Ok... fine... Do you have some more logical explanation than some molesting thief who wanted to buy me groceries?"
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Post by Ze on Jun 16, 2006 17:05:01 GMT -5
"some guy who gets a kick out of buying things and touching peoples crotches? AH! I can't believe someone shoved keys down my pants in my sleep and I didn't notice! ugh." he shivered, "creepy."
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Post by Kait on Jun 16, 2006 17:09:42 GMT -5
"You probably would've liked it..." *Drake sighed, more upset about the fact that someone might have touched Wilde... Right there in his own apartment! He tried to shake off the thought, although he really felt like sending a plate at someone's head...* "Whatever... There has to be some logical explanation for this..." *He got up to go look at the bags and see if there was any clue there.*
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Post by Ze on Jun 16, 2006 17:11:28 GMT -5
"hey, whoa. What do you mean I would have liked it?!" Wilde glared at Drake's back.
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Post by Kait on Jun 16, 2006 17:13:34 GMT -5
*Drake didn't look at Wilde, unloading the bags.* "You mean to tell me that you wouldn't have enjoyed someone sticking his hand down your pants?"
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Post by Ze on Jun 16, 2006 17:15:16 GMT -5
Wilde just glared at Drake and got off the couch, walking over to him.
He stopped when he was face to face with Drake, and then punched him hard.
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Post by Kait on Jun 16, 2006 17:19:38 GMT -5
*Drake was totally taken aback, stumbling backwards until his back hit the wall... He stared at Wilde in total shock for a moment before tears slowly came to his eyes. Without a word, he ran out of the kitchen and down the hall to his bedroom, slamming the door shut and locking it.*
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Post by Ze on Jun 16, 2006 17:26:36 GMT -5
((he's crying?! O-O!!))
Wilde wasn't going to apologize... If Drake thought he was that easy as to let a strange person shove his hand down his pants... he was wrong...
Wilde should be the one crying... It seemed as if Drake would never let him forget about his past. He had told Drake because Drake had said earlier that he wanted to know Wilde... and Wilde felt that Drake should know... it wasn't the best part of his past...
But he hadn't thought that Drake would hold it over his head like this...
He had never felt bad about what he did, or who he did... but now he was starting to feel like a slut...
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Post by Kait on Jun 16, 2006 17:29:29 GMT -5
*As soon as Drake got to his room, he lost control... Even though no one could see him, he kept trying to force back the tears as random objects started flying into the walls and crashing to the floor. He was more upset than he had been in a long time and all he wanted to do was destroy anything he could get his hands... or mind... on.*
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Post by Ze on Jun 16, 2006 17:31:18 GMT -5
Wilde heard the crashing and walked to Drake's room, listening in.
"Drake, what the hell's goin on in there?" he asked, worried.
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