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Post by duskin on Jan 29, 2012 1:08:22 GMT -5
"Yeah? That's cool.. My little sisters love earrings.." He said, trying to at least pretend he had some sort of emotions to anyone besides Dallas. He tapped his fingers on the desk. "Zander? That's an.. interesting name.. He's uh.. nice?" He asked, turning the name over and over in his head.
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Post by devon splyce parker on Jan 29, 2012 1:53:24 GMT -5
Devon nodded, seeming to relax some. "He bought me lunch," He huffed softly. He scratched at his arm, lowering his gaze to study the prominant bruises. "...And he protected me from my brother when he came in."
He slid his fingers over the marks absently.
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Post by duskin on Jan 29, 2012 2:00:13 GMT -5
"Your brother found you?" He asked. He would have to remember to tell Dallas she didn't need to let him out alone anymore. He didn't want to see him hurt. He saw him rubbing his arm and moved around the desk slowly, pushing up his sleeves. "I think it'll be okay. You want some ice? It might make them less noticeable."
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Post by devon splyce parker on Jan 29, 2012 2:09:10 GMT -5
Devon nodded when questioned about his brother. Tensing briefly, he let his sleeves be pushed up. "Please.." He mumbled, not much sincerity in the voice. "Zander let me stay with him until Dallas got me so that I wasn't alone...." In case Dylan found him again, he seemed to do that rather easily. Not that Devon was somebody easy to miss, Dylan probably just had to ask around honestly.
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Post by duskin on Jan 29, 2012 2:24:35 GMT -5
"Okay.." He left and came back with two ice packs, laying them on his arms. He sat on his desk, looking over at the boy. "Zander makes you happy. Why don't you tell me about him? What's he look like? Is he nice?" He drummed his fingers on the desk, just wanting to get the boy's mind off his brother.
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Post by devon splyce parker on Jan 29, 2012 2:42:04 GMT -5
Devon held the ice packs in place. "Yeah, he's nice..." He mumbled softly. "I don't think his father was good to him though..he says he didn't know a lot of stuff either.." He toyed with a lip ring.
Blue eyes seemed distracted though. "He's got dark hair, decent height..." He shrugged, then seemed to grow unsure. "He gave me those kinda butterflies in your stomach that Dallas told me about," He admittedz
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Post by duskin on Jan 29, 2012 2:50:21 GMT -5
He nodded, listening to him with half his attention. He tapped his hands on his knees, reaching behind him for the water. "If he gives you butterflies, maybe you should try and keep him." He thought about the one girl he had ever loved, and how he had managed to lose her. "Seriously. I know it's hard, but don't push him away.. If you really get butterflies around him, don't let him go. You'll just go back to the reclusive person you were.. Or go mad."
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Post by devon splyce parker on Jan 29, 2012 2:55:45 GMT -5
Devon gazed at him. "Okay..." He murmured softly, thinking about that. Sometimes he felt he had already gone made though... So he didn't think much more about that.
A minute or two passed and his head tilted faintly. "You loved someone Duskin," He murmured. "...Why not try again?"
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Post by duskin on Jan 29, 2012 3:07:46 GMT -5
He shrugged, not really wanting to discuss the topic. "It's like.. trying to defuse a bomb.. You've only got one shot. Or you end up fucking everything up." He tapped his fingers on the desk, growing agitated. "I don't want to love again.. I can't." He walked around the desk, sitting behind it again. "Let's not press the issue today."
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Post by devon splyce parker on Jan 29, 2012 15:05:52 GMT -5
"Alright..." Devon whispered, wondering why Duskin had reacted the way he did. He chewed on the inside of his cheek, just watching him quietly as he went about returning to his desk. Devon slid to the floor stretching out his leg.
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