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Post by sean michael cutler on Mar 2, 2012 0:31:48 GMT -5
Sean nodded, heading down the hall and nudging the bedroom open with his foot. He laid Nash down gently in the bed, brushing his hair back from his sweaty forehead before draping the blankets loosely over the bottom half of his body in case he wanted them.
For him, fevers made him feel cold and he preferred extra blankets.
Huffed, he stood to leave the room again.
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Post by nashville 'nash' aspen greer on Mar 2, 2012 0:57:48 GMT -5
Nash pulled the blankets up to his chin, about to groan at the person he thought was Dylan not to go, to come back and lay with him. But he looked up and realized it was the guy from the coffee shop.
"T-thanks.." He said, hoping it was loud enough to hear. He felt so bad he was seeing two of everything. He couldn't tell which of him was the real one. He wanted to see him again, hoping it wasn't just because he was an encantado that Nash was drawn to him.
"I.. Y-you think when you're not.. busy w-we could go see a.. movie or something?" He asked sheepishly, sitting up a bit in his bed as his vision finally singled out.
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Post by sean michael cutler on Mar 2, 2012 1:11:54 GMT -5
Sean looked over his shoulder, smiled faintly. "Sure, I'd like that." He nodded in case he couldn't be head, leaning against the end of the bed so it supported his weight.
He glanced at his phone, checking the time. He still had two hours to kill, didn't need to hang around here if he was intruding though.
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Post by nashville 'nash' aspen greer on Mar 2, 2012 1:17:27 GMT -5
Nash smiled, moving over a bit in the bed so he could sit down. "I-if you sit close I can.. hear you. O-Or if you talk slow.. enough, I can r-read your lips.." He said, pushing the blankets down a bit. He pulled his things out of his pockets, dumping everything out on the table. A part of the conversation between him and Dylan fell to the floor, but he didn't bother picking it up. He carried it around just to read over it, finding less and less comfort in it as the days passed. He laid back, looking over at Sean.
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Post by sean michael cutler on Mar 2, 2012 1:23:03 GMT -5
Sean hesitated, but he may as well hang around for a little while. He had nothing better to do. Stepping closer, he took a seat on the edge of the bed, glancing at the paper that fell. He didn't pry though, picking it up and setting it aside off the floor.
"How're you feeling?" He glanced over at him. "You were out pretty quick once you got in my truck. Girl out there was freakin'." He nodded towards the door.
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Post by nashville 'nash' aspen greer on Mar 2, 2012 1:48:51 GMT -5
"D-dark hair with.. blonde?" He asked, looking over at him. His eyes were just as attractive as they were before. "T-that's Aubri. She's kinda crazy." He said with a shrug as if he was used to it. You kind of had to be to put up with Aubri. She was probably high, knowing her. He yawned, pressing his hand to his mouth. He undid his jacket, tossing it to the floor.
"She's.. worse off th-than me.. She has no parents." He ran his hands through his hair. She bounced in, peeking around the corner at them.
"Nashy!" She exclaimed, walking in. She threw her arms around him and he cried out. "Oh, sorry. You're not dead?"
"N-no.." He raised an eyebrow. She bounced back out and Nash shook his head.
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Post by sean michael cutler on Mar 2, 2012 1:52:15 GMT -5
Sean bit his lip. "She's not the only one. Nine eleven took both mine. Grew up in foster care." His voice fell away as she came in, watching them in silence before she was gone again.
He smirked faintly, shook his head before looking back over at Nash.
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Post by nashville 'nash' aspen greer on Mar 2, 2012 2:05:08 GMT -5
Nash couldn't help but smile. Everyone agreed Aubri had issues. "'S'okay." He said, nudging him with his foot. "She's.. probably just high. B-better hope she.. doesn't come l-loving on you next." He said with a teasing smirk. He hated being in bed with his clothes on, but he was too cold to take off any of the three shirts he had on. He didn't think Aubri would come after him, but she was about a predictable as a two year old. You never knew what she was going to do.
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Post by sean michael cutler on Mar 2, 2012 2:09:38 GMT -5
Sean laughed softly, a smirk passing his lips. "I would hope not," He complained. "I'm done with women." He ruffled Nash's hair tauntingly. "You feeling any better now that you're not hlaf asleep on a table?" His smile grew gentler again.
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Post by nashville 'nash' aspen greer on Mar 2, 2012 2:14:28 GMT -5
"A-are you /sure/ you don't.. want her?" He asked teasingly. He smiled over at him, not quite catching what he said. He pieced it together, and after a moment he nodded, the smile still on his lips.
"A-a little.." He said quietly, running his fingers through his hair to fix it. He didn't know why he cared. He had fallen asleep on the guy. It wasn't like he hasn't seen him at his worst. 'What a turn off..' He thought.
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