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Post by Derek Ralston on Nov 3, 2013 2:36:03 GMT -5
Derek scoffed. "I eat, sleep, work, work out. Make sure Amissio gets up for school.. Go to bars now and then. Feed wild dogs.." It was clear as he listed everything that he wasn't living, just going through the motions. And it was clear he was lonely because of it.
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Post by Ophelia D'Lacrue on Nov 3, 2013 15:21:33 GMT -5
I nod a bit as he lists things, laying my head on the back of the couch. "Doesn't sound like you have much of a social life." I say bluntly, shrugging my shoulders a bit as I brush my black hair from my face. I snicker softly to myself, shaking my head. "Not that I have much room to talk." I add apologetically, shrugging a bit as I look away from Derek's face.
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Post by Derek Ralston on Nov 3, 2013 17:19:04 GMT -5
"I don't.." Derek murmured, scowling at her snicker. His look was almost comical though. He honestly didn't know how to act socially, and big groups bothered him. He'd grown up alone, living in trees with birds for an alarm and wild animals calling as goodnight lullabys.
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Post by Ophelia D'Lacrue on Nov 4, 2013 18:32:40 GMT -5
I roll my eyes a bit as he denies it. It was obvious. I put my arms behind my head and lean back, clearly making myself comfortable. "Do you read any?" I ask randomly, looking over at Derek with raised eyebrows. I couldn't help but notice how buff he was.. as if he were on steroids or something. But he didn't seem the type.
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Post by Derek Ralston on Nov 4, 2013 20:04:37 GMT -5
Derek let out a soft huff. "I used to. Not much recently," He admitted, kicking his legs up on the coffee table and crossing his arms over his chest.
"I could definitely go for a good book.."
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Post by Ophelia D'Lacrue on Nov 5, 2013 19:47:03 GMT -5
"You should. Either that or actually go out. Maybe it'll do you good." I suggest, shrugging my thin shoulders a bit as I tap his chest with the toe of my Converse playfully. A grin crosses my face as I lean against the abck of the couch, my dark eyes on Derek's face. I absently wonder what he thought of me. If he thought I was weird or perfectly normal.
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Post by Derek Ralston on Nov 5, 2013 20:06:52 GMT -5
Derek rose his brows as she prodded him with her foot. He knew he needed to get out. Hell he was sitting here in the middle of the night with a teenager. But he didn't want to..he was...afraid. Not that he would admit it. When you were alone you didn't get hurt. Nobody lnew of the teddy bear inside. That he really was a sweet guy, a creature of affection.
He reached over and tugged her shoe off, fingers grazing the bottom of her foot to see if she was ticklish.
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Post by Ophelia D'Lacrue on Nov 6, 2013 18:12:18 GMT -5
I don't notice him reaching for my shoe as I look at the Tv before Derek tugs my shoe off. "Nooo!" I exclaim, wriggling as a fit of giggles escapes me. I roll around, trying to get Derek to stop before I roll off the couch to thump onto the floor. "Umph." I huff, sitting up and blowing my hair out of my face as I glare over at him. "You're getting it now," I state seriously, standing to testingly poke his sides.
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Post by Derek Ralston on Nov 7, 2013 12:21:53 GMT -5
Derek truly laughed for the first time as she hit the floor, yelping when she prodded his sides and trying to scramble back out of reach. "Hey!" He complained helplessly.
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Post by Ophelia D'Lacrue on Nov 7, 2013 19:30:39 GMT -5
"Ah! I got you now!" I snicker as he moves back, trying to get out of my reach. I lean over, his large leather jacket sliding off my shoulders as I poke at his sides relentlessly. Derek was going to get it now. "Uncle?" I taunt, pausing to push my hair out of my face, grinning.
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Post by Derek Ralston on Nov 8, 2013 15:18:27 GMT -5
Derek laughed helplessly, attempting to squirm away from her grip and cover his sides.
"Okay- uncle! Uncle..!" He huffed breathlessly, scrambling off the couch and onto the floor with a chuckle. "Jesus.." He whined.
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Post by Ophelia D'Lacrue on Nov 8, 2013 21:02:29 GMT -5
I grin as he tries to fight me off before finally crawling off the couch. "That's right, bed me for mercy." I laugh, falling back onto the couch, grinning over at Derek. "Don't make me mad now, or I might have to tickle you again." I continue, sticking out my tongue at him playfully. I couldn't believe that he was actually ticklish.. most men weren't.
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Post by Derek Ralston on Nov 8, 2013 22:35:00 GMT -5
Derek scoffed and rolled his eyes, but he couldn't hide his smile. And quite frankly, the few who did know him didn't know he was ticklish because well..he didn't look it and they were too afraid to find out.
'Dumbass.'
'What is this, some attempt at flirting?'
He ignored the mental ranting and stretched out on the floor lazily, making himself comfortable.
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Post by Ophelia D'Lacrue on Nov 9, 2013 20:26:51 GMT -5
I shake my head as he scoffs, sitting up and shrugging his large jacket off my shoulders. "Where you want me to put this?" I ask, looking to where Derek was laid out on the floor, oblivious to the mental battle that was raging inside his head. I raise my eyebrows at him, playfully nudging his leg with my foot, a smirk working its way onto my face. I get to my feet, reading to put it in a closet or something.
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Post by Derek Ralston on Nov 10, 2013 3:15:11 GMT -5
Derek stuck his tongue out, shrugging at her question. "You can toss it in the closet right down the hall there." He murmured.
Laughter in his head, louder taunts, arguing, screaming. The moment she was out of sight he curled up with a gasp, covering his ears and tugging his hair, squeezing his eyes shut.
"Shut up, shut up....!" He choked.
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