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Post by Doomy Muffins on Mar 17, 2009 13:38:54 GMT 9
"Oh, no! That's terrible. You have to tell me now." Bow pouted at him, setting down his empty cup. "That's just as bad as making you wait." He sighed, playing with his coffee cup.
"You can say whatever you want. That kind of thing doesn't bother me."
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Post by azikael on Mar 17, 2009 13:45:13 GMT 9
He figured, just by that sort of reaction, that Bow must have been younger then he assumed he was at first. It didn't bother him, he was actually sort of funny. Funny in the amusing sort of way, not the childish way, at least not yet. And he had a good thing for him, the younger man seemed to at least enjoy coffee as well, always a plus side. And he was drinking coffee coffee, not those latte, milked down things everyone else seemed to enjoy. That was not coffee, that was an abomination.
"I was going to say, it would be nice to go out with someone who doesnt insist on clinging to me, screaming at me and telling me what the best, latest movie is about." He said quietly, the sunburned tinge over his pale cheeks darkening for a bit. "The last time I went out with someone was my Editor, and that man will die soon, I assure you." Darren muttered darkly.
He realized, after a moments pause that it sounded like he was asking the other out, and his ears turned red, and he hastily added- "I mean, more coffee would be nice..and..food er..." he drawled off, ending awkwardly in a way that left him feeling very much like he wanted to curl up in a ball and cry.
He hated being social. So very, very much.
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Post by Doomy Muffins on Mar 17, 2009 13:52:04 GMT 9
"Oh... do you know a lot of people like that? I guess you would, being famous and all." Bow smiled a little. That was probably the only reason he wouldn't want to be published. Especially the women...uhg.
He watched Darren, grinning as his ears went red. "Aah~ I know what you mean. You just want to 'go out' with someone who treats you normally, right?"Bow moved to stand up, stepping away from the table. "Well, I can give you that. But, you'll have to give me some tips in return, okay?"
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Post by azikael on Mar 17, 2009 13:59:47 GMT 9
"Fam...famous?" He asked, snorting for a moment, and would have barked a laugh at the other, would it not have been entirely rude...
"Bow, my fame, as you put it, includes extremly old people who seem to think vampires are real, and really creepy young boys and women who seem to think I'm dying for them to come over and f-." He stopped, his blush darkening, and he quickly fixed that sentence. This topic went far to close to home for him. He didn't want to come off as ungrateful but...he really didn't like a good portion of his 'fans'. He wrote because it was what he loved to do, that was it..
"Just...half of them I dont want to talk to is all." He muttered.
"What do you mean, tips?" He stood up, following after him, and glad he didn't tower over him like he did most people. "If you wish for tips on how to be anti-social..sure?"
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Post by Doomy Muffins on Mar 17, 2009 14:05:04 GMT 9
"...Old people believe in vampires? I thought that was just preteens." Bow waited for him to stand, then he moved to leave the cafe. "That doesn't sound too fun to me. I'd rather have fans that're like, 'you're awesome, keep at it' and then give me the thumbs up. Stalkers are... stalkers. Ha."
Bow led the taller man down the side walk, still having to look up to look him in the eye, but not too terribly. "I don't need tips on being anti-social. This is one of my rare days. I'm not even sure why I went into such a crowded place to begin with, I hate crowds." Bow just shrugged, turning the corner.
"No, I want tips on writing. I'm still new, after all."
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Post by azikael on Mar 17, 2009 14:11:18 GMT 9
"Stalkers I can handle, being asked out right for sex, I can not." He muttered darkly, head down as they walked. He jammed his hands into his pockets, looking gloomy. He probably fit the picture of 'stalker' anyway, what with the dark clothes, dark circles under his eyes, and the almost, worried, jumpy look he had on him. He also kept turning to make sure Bow was almost still there, as if he was partially afraid the younger male would just up and leave. And, why shouldn't he be? Minus his insane Editor, most people couldn't stand a conversation with him.
"I went here because I heard someone mention their coffee was strong. I miss russian coffee. It could strip paint." he sighed wistfully, turning in an almost shocked manner when he asked for tips about writing.
"Ah...I guess it depends on your style..your genre..what sort of things you prefer. Being a writer, or an artist you have an..interesting sort of job." He was trying very hard to explain what he felt when he wrote, and the hard edge to his voice softened for a moment. "Writers and artists get to paint stories..with either their drawings or their words. Both can be the greatest liars on earth, and yet the fact that someone takes the time to look at their work and ask the 'whys's.." he shrugged. "It's partially why I bother to write. I enjoy the whys. Does that make sense?'
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Post by Doomy Muffins on Mar 17, 2009 14:17:57 GMT 9
"Yeah, I get it." Bow smiled a little, a bit lost in his head. His 'whys' were probably much different than Darren's. He had a very unique style of writing. He sort of wondered if it would freak the older man out.
"Have you ever, like..." Bow blushed a little, unable to believe he was about to ask this. "Have you ever... taken up a fan's offer?"
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Post by azikael on Mar 17, 2009 14:23:49 GMT 9
His head turned so quickly it was a surprise the man didn't get whiplash from it. He even stumbled in shock, baffled that the other would even ask such a question..
"Most of them are not my type." He choked out, scrubbing at his poor, burning cheeks. He was to old to blush like this, but he was practically a hermit anyway. "And I prefer to..know any..er..companions before I um..." Oh gods, he couldn't even SAY the word sex! What was he, fourteen? It was a surprise he just didnt giggle and run away. He was ashamed of himself.
It probably didn't help, that deep down the man knew the reason why he was so awkward about this, and the word glared bright in his mind. Viiiiirgin. He never spoke to anyone but his close family, people scared him, the thought of getting close to anyone, in that -way- frightened him..
He was to old for this sort of thing, and he muttered, quietly- "Half of them were to grabby anyway." He admitted, and then added, so he wouldn't perhaps catch on, "What about you? Had you been in my spot."
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Post by Doomy Muffins on Mar 17, 2009 14:30:54 GMT 9
"Ooh, you don't like old vampires or horny kids?" Bow chuckled, trying to cover up his embarrassment. He couldn't believe he'd asked that right out of the blue. He was surprised this guy didn't hate him for asking such personal questions.
"Grabby..."
He blushed again when the question was redirected at him, chewing on his lip as he tried to think up an answer. It was cute- wait, what? Bow's cute?
He liked sex as much as any other guy, but doing it with a stranger... "...No. I don't think I would sleep with them. I prefer 'going out' first before I get into anything like that. And... I couldn't be someone who had an ideal image of me before they'd even met me, even if they were my type. I'd wear myself out trying to live up to their expectations."
"Oh... am i talking too much? Aha.."
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Post by azikael on Mar 17, 2009 14:38:27 GMT 9
He listened to him, doing his best to try not to frown or anything worse. He did cast little mean glares at people who walked by and looked a bit to long at them. He wasn't the nicest man, especially when people just stared like that, and interupted a rather interesting conversation he was having.
He turned to catch a view of the other outside of the corner of his eye, and he had to admit, he sort of reminded him of a puppy. It was cute, the way he seemed so tense and worried. He wondered if he was really as anti-social as he claimed to be.
"That seems like a fair enough answer, and one I can respect." Which meant a lot. He would have told him he was a whore and walked off had he said something far different. "And no, you are not talking to much." A lot more then he would have, but then again it was always nice to have someone to talk FOR him. But, he felt the need to at least..say something else.
"So what sort of tips did you want?" Was all he could come up with for now, a vast change of topic from the one about sex.
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Post by Doomy Muffins on Mar 17, 2009 19:35:07 GMT 9
"Oh, that's good." Bow smiled a litle again, stopping in front of a cafe. Darren... he'd probably walked past this place before. It didn't exactly LOOK like a cafe, and it was a bit run-down looking. From the outside at least. Amazing how it was only a short walk from their previous location. "Okay... don't judge. This place's nice."
Bow led him inside, and he'd been right. There were only a few customers inside, not at all crowded. He led Darren over to a table, setting his notebook down and sitting, the exact same way he had in the other cafe. "I don't know really... heh."
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Post by azikael on Mar 18, 2009 4:52:31 GMT 9
"Is this where you drag me behind an alley way and kill me?" He muttered quietly, but there was humor in his voice. He actually made a joke. Not a very..good one, but a joke never the less. It wasn't the worst place he'd ever been to, and it actually looked comfortable, if not run down. At least he could tell, by the smell that hit his nose when they entered that they actually made coffee, and he sighed happily. The few people here actually looked reasonably normal to. There was a distinct lack of bright, neon colors. He approved.
He sat down, pressing his thin wire frame glasses back up his hooked nose before he responded. "Well, I'm not that good of a teacher." He told him quietly, head cocked to the side as he watched him. He didn't keep eye contact often, just looked here and there, and shyly back down at the table and back up before he responded quietly again.
"Well, since you are not giving me a direction to tip you towards, ill start with the fact that as writers, we are liars." He smiled thinly at the other. "Science fiction is obviously not the truth in any means. And do not be afraid to write something that might cause issues. It makes you stand out. For instance, I got in some trouble for a specific scene in my last book." He shrugged. "I believe the exact terms my Editor used against me were twisted and ah..fucked up."
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Post by Doomy Muffins on Mar 18, 2009 5:02:15 GMT 9
"Oh no, no, no. That's not until later. " Bow grinned, getting comfortable in his seat. He liked this place. It was small and cosy, and not many people knew about it. He leaned forward a little, watching Darren closely. He had to admit, this man was very interesting.
"Well, if it's issues you need, than the book I'm working on has plenty of that. I don't expect it to be socially accepted. At all."
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Post by azikael on Mar 18, 2009 5:08:23 GMT 9
"Well then, I think you and I will get along just fine." He told him, without actually realizing he said it. His stumble or blush was covered up when a waiter came. This time, his order was thankfully understood, and he got food as well before he actually forgot this time. All he needed was to go without eating today. His eyes fell on the other for a moment, and much to his own surprise at his daring, he added-
"my treat this time." He told the younger male, giving him the best smile he could muster, even though it was obvious he was forcing it. Poor fellow, social situations made him feel so out of place..
To cover up his awkwardness he dug into his pockets, bringing out his favorite pen and began to fiddle with it, a bad nervous habit that had taken the place of gnawing his fingers raw. "If only because you're putting up with me." He told Bow.
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Post by Doomy Muffins on Mar 18, 2009 5:37:56 GMT 9
Bow ordered a plain coffee, no sugar, no cream. He turned back to Darren, smiling. "You don't have to do that. I invited you, after all. I'll pay..." Bow blinked, loosing his own smile at the other man's forced one. If real smile was cute, but forced ones made Bow want to cringe.
"I'm not just putting up with you..." His voice got quiet, like he was really trying to convince him. "I like you... you're interesting."
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