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Post by John Bristow on Feb 12, 2012 3:54:39 GMT -5
((God they need to bone, what is it with out characters and sexual tension?))
Helping him up, he pulled him under his arm toward the stairs "Let's be careful, don't need you falling down the stairs again and taking me with you."
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Post by László on Feb 12, 2012 12:57:24 GMT -5
((LOL. What's funny is that the tension wouldn't be there if John just gave in. László is perfectly willing (even if not eager).))
László leaned on John as they went up the stairs. His motor skills were still out of whack, although he seemed coherent enough now to keep holding a conversation.
"Wouldn't be the only time I fell down stairs." He murmured.
"But last time someone pushed me."
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Post by John Bristow on Feb 12, 2012 17:56:13 GMT -5
((I know! Freaking John, just give it up buddy!))
"Oh?" John helped him up the stairs slowly and methodically, he really did not want to fall down the stairs.
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Post by László on Feb 12, 2012 19:03:49 GMT -5
"Yeah. They thought it'd be funny to push the whore." He laughed humorlessly.
"I grabbed one of their ankles and dragged 'em with me."
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Post by John Bristow on Feb 13, 2012 19:34:22 GMT -5
"Sounds hilarious and awful all at the same time."
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Post by László on Feb 13, 2012 19:58:46 GMT -5
"Yeah. Punched me 'cuz I pulled him along."
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Post by John Bristow on Feb 13, 2012 20:30:29 GMT -5
"Sounds awful" he replied, as they got to the top of the stairs.
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Post by László on Feb 13, 2012 20:51:53 GMT -5
"Awful, bad, terrible, it's all the same." He said, sounding a bit bleary.
And then, even though he'd managed not to say it earlier, he said it anyway thanks to his poor impulse control at the moment.
"Why can't it be your room?"
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Post by John Bristow on Feb 14, 2012 2:01:56 GMT -5
"Ah-"
As if he'd been stunned by the thought, he stopped.
If he allowed it, would he be strong enough to-
"I don't see, um, why not."
He saw why not.
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Post by László on Feb 14, 2012 12:13:07 GMT -5
He leaned on John even more, almost snuggling.
"Okay thanks."
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Post by John Bristow on Feb 14, 2012 22:01:49 GMT -5
He was aware that his room was a mess, that his library was slowly moving on to his floor, but he could navigate around it, it was Laszlo he was worried about.
He opened the door and turned on the light "Sorry about the mess- I read a lot."
Laszlo had been in there before, when he let him use his shower, but it was cleaner then.
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Post by László on Feb 15, 2012 0:59:03 GMT -5
"What mess?"
His feet stopped moving as the room suddenly seemed to tilt around them.
"Ohhh...dizzy."
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Post by John Bristow on Feb 15, 2012 14:02:30 GMT -5
Helping him down to the bed John smiled "How much did you drink?"
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Post by László on Feb 15, 2012 23:25:21 GMT -5
László sat down heavily, and blinked up at John with bleary eyes.
"Uhhh...I dunno. Half the bottle? Most of it?"
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Post by John Bristow on Feb 16, 2012 0:36:26 GMT -5
John made a sound, that if typed out would probably look like this Ffflgah.
Bending down, he began to untie Laszlo's shoes, all the while shaking his head.
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