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Post by azikael on Mar 24, 2009 6:09:50 GMT 9
Darren had waited a few days. Actually, he didn't have a choice. He had gotten screamed at on the phone about his deadline, and had screamed back(getting the person who lived under him to come up and YELL at him to), which resulted him having to lock himself into his apartment with no sleep for two days straight to get his deadline met. A few choice words later, a few dozen pots of coffee and very little food had made the man get sick. He was stuffed up, his eyes swollen, and he kept sneezing.
And yet, he still wanted to see Bow, and he had shuffled up to the boys apartment, looking worse for wear, and nervous more then anything. He had realized he didn't even know Bow's phone number, and if he would be home. He knocked, shifting from foot to foot, and clutching the hot chocolate he had brought as a peace offering, also in hopes of someone either then him making it. His kettle was still recovering.
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Post by Doomy Muffins on Mar 24, 2009 6:22:10 GMT 9
Bow had been... well, he hadn't been busy per say, just inspired. In between writing articles and sleeping, Bow had been writing. A lot of his work was actually based off of personal experience, and a lot of inspiration had come from his and Darren's night together. Everywhere he wanted to fuck him, he had. ...In his notebook. He hadn't heard from Darren since then, and he was getting lonely, so he let his mind wander. He'd written quite a bit.
Currenly, he was sleeping, sprawled out on the couch in his sitting room, a book on his chest. He wasn't really sure how he'd gotten the thing in there, but he had. The knock roused him, blinking his bright blue eyes open to stare blurrily at the ceiling. "Who..." He groaned as he sat up, making a grab for his glasses as he sat up. He scratched his head as he opened the door, the fingers of his left hand ink stained. "Hello- Darren... You look like shit."
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Post by azikael on Mar 24, 2009 6:32:36 GMT 9
"Ah..." He realized that he had woken the other up, and his squirming intensified. He felt bad, but he wanted to see the other, and he bit his lip, wondering if Bow didn't want to...perhaps. His mind once again was working over time, and he sighed.
"I know, I'm sick." He muttered. "Deadline. I..er..I really wanted to see you?" He said lamely, blushing darkly and looking down at his feet. Oh he sounded just stupid didnt he? "I was wondering if you wanted to share a drink with me is all. I've been working and wanted to come earlier but..I was being yelled at to finish.
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Post by Doomy Muffins on Mar 24, 2009 6:39:27 GMT 9
"You're sick?" Bow's expression dropped into a frown as he stepped forward, putting his hand to Darren's forehead. What was he doing here if he was sick? "You should be resting, ya know?" He sighed, hand still in his hair. Oh well, no harm done. "Do you want me to nurse you back to health or something?"
Bow chuckled, taking Darren's free hand in his own to tug him into the apartment. "Have you eaten today?" He nudged the door closed behind them, pulling the taller man further into the apartment.
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Post by azikael on Mar 24, 2009 6:42:53 GMT 9
He unconsciously leaned into the others hand, sighing in pleasure for a moment at the cool skin touching his warm forehead. He looked up though when he asked if he wanted to be nursed back to help, and a small, sheepish smile curled over his features. "Perhaps..?" Was all he said.
He allowed himself to be dragged, offering the hot chocolate. It was the good stuff to, big marshmallows and everything. "I brought a peace offering." He told him out right. "And no, I dont think i have. I just wanted to come see you." He sounded so needy, and he sighed.
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Post by Doomy Muffins on Mar 24, 2009 6:46:59 GMT 9
"...Did you make it?" Bow raised an eyebrow at it, though it was light hearted. He took the hot chocolate, sitting Darren down on the couch. "Thank you. Now... just stay there. It's no good to move around a lot when you're sick." He frowned down at Darren, holding the hot chocolate up to his face.
"I can make you lunch if you want. I'm kinda hungry."
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Post by azikael on Mar 24, 2009 6:53:08 GMT 9
He frowned at him, though it was in good humor, till a fit of sneezing curled the tall man over and he looked like he just wanted to curl up and die. He sat down like he had been told, not having the urge to say something at being told what to do.
"You don't have to make me anyway." He said hurriedly, frowning up at the other. He badly wanted to kiss him, or at least hold him, but he didn't want to spread what ever he was sick with. He did hold out a hand though, placing it on the smaller males hip and tried to at least tug him closer.
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Post by Doomy Muffins on Mar 24, 2009 7:02:34 GMT 9
"Whoa, you really are sick." Bow frowned before taking a sip of the hot chocolate, smiling after he'd tasted it. "Hey, this is good." He have a happy little hum before he took another drink. Chocolate really was a big weakness for him.
"You need to eat something. You'll get better quicker with some food in you." Bow smiled down at him, reaching out to ruffle his hair. When Darren put a hand on his hip he stopped, raising an eyebrow. "Hmm?" He took a step closer, curious as to what he was doing. "You're just like a kid, ya know?" His hand was back in his hair, trying to comfort him.
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Post by azikael on Mar 24, 2009 7:06:44 GMT 9
He pouted up at him. "I am not." He muttered darkly, resting his warm forehead against the others chest with a sigh. "I just want to touch." Was his excuse, not to mention, he just wanted the warmth from the other. He had missed Bow, more then he wanted to admit, and he gave him a weak, one armed hug around his waist before he let him go reluctantly.
"I should have brought more peace offerings of hot chocolate." He muttered, giving him a small smile though. "I'll eat if you eat." Was what he told him, and closed his eyes, rubbing his temples with a sigh. He was going to murder his editor later for this.
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Post by Doomy Muffins on Mar 24, 2009 7:31:30 GMT 9
"Alright, you wait here." Bow gave his hair another good ruffling, before he yawned and shuffled off into the kitchen. He set to working right away, moving between making chicken soup and drinking his hot chocolate. It was really good.
Now alone, Darren could really see how many books Bow owned. They must've numbered in the hundreds, each book case stuffed to the gills. The covers were a mix between English, German, and Korean. ...Plus one. Next to him, lay one of his own books. Bow had gone out to buy one, apparently.
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Post by azikael on Mar 24, 2009 7:34:52 GMT 9
Darren felt a bit awkward, and merely sat at first, rubbing his stuffed up nose and feeling a bit off. His eyes fell on the book shelf though, and began to read what cover titles he could understand. It was the one next to him that had been half open that made him peer down at it curiously, and oddly enough his blush darkened. "Huh..." He wondered what Bow thought of his writing. That was considered one of his better books, but also one of his more..violent ones.
"Can I help?" he asked absentmindedly, picking up the book, saving the page for him, and setting it on the table instead. "I didn't think..my books were your type of reading."
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Post by Doomy Muffins on Mar 24, 2009 7:44:00 GMT 9
"No, stay in there. You'd just distract me, ya know." Bow was heard chuchling from the kitchen, recalling the apron conversation they're had three days ago. "Do you like noodles?" What's chicken soup without noodles, anyway?
"Ah, well..." There was a pause, like Bow was trying to decide what words to use. "It's not... really. But, I wanted to read something you've written. You're very, er... descriptive."
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Post by azikael on Mar 24, 2009 7:51:34 GMT 9
"Sure." He murmured to the noodle comment, a bit absentmindedly more then anything. He watched over his shoulder, hoping for a glimpse of the other cooking. He had thought about the apron conversation when he could think, and even pondered about buyin one for Bow. But, he wasn't sure how that would be taken.
At the comment over his writing, he shrugged. "It was one of the stand alone ones so yes." As if that explained his descriptiveness of the violence and killing. "I get carried away, and theres a character in that book named after my Editor." He couldn't help but grin, before he was curled up with sneezes again.
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Post by Doomy Muffins on Mar 24, 2009 8:20:48 GMT 9
"Alright." Bow smiled happily as he dumped the noodles into the boiling water. It was good that Darren liked noodles. He LOVED them. After a bit, chicken and vegatables went into the pot as well. "Is that the guy that dies kinda early? About half way through the book?"
At the sneezing, he glanced into the other room, hanging in the doorway with a worried look on his face. "There's Kleenx in the bathroom..."
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Post by azikael on Mar 24, 2009 8:27:46 GMT 9
He sniffed, rubbing at his watering eyes. He hadn't worn his glasses when he had come, thinking better of it, and he was glad now. "Hm? Yes, the one who got his leg chopped off. He told me I wasn't funny when he read it." He told him, getting up and shuffling slowly to the bathroom for the kleenx question. He came back when his nose felt swollen, but dry.
He laid down, rubbing at his temples. "I thought, if I came to see you right away, you might er..think me needy?" He said lamely, sighing. He was needy, wasnt he...
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