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Post by Ikki on Nov 22, 2005 18:38:56 GMT -5
They have a term for Ikki's numerous successes and few failures: It's called "dumb luck" and it couldn't be applied to a more appropriate person. Staring at Akito, shirt still pulled up to his chin and expression oblivious, Ikki blurted, "Whaaaaat? You're picking out clothes for me? I can pick them m-"
And then he paused again when he had a better look at them. He pulled his old shirt the rest of the way over his head so his upper torso was completely bare. Not very politely at all, he pitched the old shirt at Akito's head.
This, too, was becoming part of a morning routine.
But suddenly Ikki looked a little more lively. "Oi, oi, oi, then it's really true? What they say about guys like you and picking out drapes and clothes?!" He even raised his left hand, extending his index finger to make circling motions in the air. "Turn it around!" He has a reputation to keep, you know. He can't just wear any clothes. "Not bad!"
Definitely a keeper.
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...the shirt. The shirt is the keeper.
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Post by Agito on Nov 22, 2005 18:53:46 GMT -5
Akito watched Ikki with an eye-wide expression, listening to the silence carefully, wanting it to be broken. The shirt was folding under his digits and he swayed to the side a little. When Ikki started to protest against him picking clothes out, his mouth had folded into an almost-frown. He was going to oblige and put the shirt back until Ikki's older shirt had dropped on his head. Akito let go of the left sleeve to lift his hand and push the shirt up and over his eye.
He could only smile at the older boy, seeing as they were half-naked and the other was comfortable being that way around him. Reaching back down he had picked up the sleeve again, no, he wasn't only smiling; he was beaming. "Guys like m-?" Akito asked before he was instructed to turn the shirt around. So, Akito turned the shirt around and then flipped it back over. "And these?" Having to drop the shirt's opposite sleeve again, he had reached for the jeans to push them forward a little. Of course, everything matched.
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Post by Ikki on Nov 22, 2005 19:05:43 GMT -5
Ikki had a grin like a sharp-toothed knife. "Yeah!" The index finger stop circling in the air. Ikki's palm clenched into a fist and then he he did something else: he gave Akito a thumbs-up instead. "They're fine!" Good job! If Akito liked to pick out clothes then, hell, what should Ikki care? "Toss 'em here!"
As far as being half-naked and comfortable went, Ikki had yet another one of the sainting values of exhibitionist teenagers who liked their place in the spotlight and really didn't give a damn who was watching them shine: he had no problem being naked anywhere, much to the dismay of half the world.
Suddenly and abruptly, he opened his mouth before Akito could say anything else, "Oiiiiiiiiiii, whaddya wanna do today? Every time going outside has got to feel like a first time for you." That was why it was okay to do something Akito liked once in a while, even if Akito woke him up by leeching a hug.
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Post by Agito on Nov 22, 2005 19:20:45 GMT -5
"Aaa! Really?" Akito couldn't help but hop to his feet as though he had won a million dollars without moving a finger. He was so glad to hear that Ikki had liked the close he picked, positive reinforcement! Tossing them over to the older boy he had crept a little closer to the other's bed side to watch the storm rider. He couldn't help himself from grinning from ear to ear, just spending time with Ikki was great!
Akito really had no problem with Ikki being half-naked, either. Figuring he was close enough for the time being he had plopped himself down onto the bed to throw his legs up in thought. "Really? you're asking me what I want to do?" of course Akito's face seemed a little awe struck, no one had ever asked him what he wanted to do or even cared to hear.
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Post by Ikki on Nov 22, 2005 19:45:16 GMT -5
Ikki stuck one hand out and caught the clothes on his arm. His eyes followed Akito when he crept toward the bed and threw himself down on it. Ikki puckered his lips like a fish, stared down at Akito's face, and stretched out his other arm to pick up a pillow.
Delicate as could be, he promptly smooshed the pillow against Akito's face and pretended to suffocate him. Again. "Moron! Of course I am! Think of something while I'm in the bath!"
When his weight left the pillow he was smothering Akito with, Ikki left the bedside to approach his dresser. There were some things in some drawers that he was going to need after a bath, but those were the kind of things he didn't need Akito getting for him. "Anything at all," he repeated. "That you want to do."
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Post by Agito on Nov 23, 2005 12:51:04 GMT -5
Akito's form had been pressed back immediately with the pillow, and once Ikki had moved away he let it drop onto the bed and quickly pulled the shirt off of his head. Now he was grinning this time, not minding the 'abuse'. Sitting back up he watched Ikki go back to the dresser and he ducked his head in thought. "Okay! I will think about it, Ikki-kun. Have a nice bath!"
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