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Post by devon splyce parker on Jun 7, 2012 14:33:20 GMT -5
Devon drew in a quiet breath in response, chewed on his lip some. "'Missed you..." He mumbled into his chest, then shifted his weight as his stomach growled. "I'm hungry.." He whispered softly. But since being at Marc's, he didn't want any sort of processed foods.
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Post by zander trey brooks on Jun 7, 2012 14:46:20 GMT -5
"I think you being hungry's what got you into this, huh? We'll tell Marc to bring you something to eat in the morning, okay?" He kissed his forehead, moving so that he could hug Devon close, but not be laying on his piercings or his arm. The last thing he wanted was to wake up with a numb arm. He closed his eyes, opening them as the door opened.
"Who you?" Bandit asked, holding her blanket and doll.
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Post by devon splyce parker on Jun 7, 2012 14:52:49 GMT -5
Devon nodded at the question, nuzzled against his neck. "Okay.." He murmured, closing his eyes. He opened them warily as somebody spoke, looking at the girl in a rather predatory manner at first, then yawned. His teeth were still slightly pointed but he said nothing, just watching her sleepily, blue eyes curious and in awe like when he had seen the nursery at the hospital.
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Post by zander trey brooks on Jun 7, 2012 15:04:32 GMT -5
"I'm Zander. That's Devon. Shouldn't you be in bed, baby?" He said quietly, yawning again. Bandit just crawled up in the bed, pulling her blanket with her. She climbed up between them, laying on the pillow.
"I Ban'nit." She said, hugging her doll close. She yawned, reaching over to play with Zander's spikey hair. Zander turned over onto his back, folding his arms over his chest. She curled up close, running her fingers slowly through his hair.
"You hair pokey."
"Mhm. It's bedtime, Bandit."
"Kay." She curled up, pulling her blanket close.
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Post by devon splyce parker on Jun 7, 2012 15:55:27 GMT -5
Devon watched her, tilting his head some. He remembered the little girl Dylan had said was dead, who he had met at the lake with her doll, and he wondered where she was, watched this one quietly, jealousy flickering in his eyes as she wedged herself between them. He wasn't used to interaction with anybody younger than him except when he killed them.
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Post by zander trey brooks on Jun 7, 2012 17:05:04 GMT -5
Zander waited until she was asleep before he moved her to the other side of him. He turned over on his side, and she curled up in his back, hugging her doll close. He tipped Devon's chin to him, kissing him gently before he laid his head back, one arm tucked under the pillow, the other draped over Devon's waist. He closed his eyes, shifting his hips a bit. It wasn't long before he was asleep, listening to Bandit's shallow breathing.
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Post by devon splyce parker on Jun 8, 2012 0:10:15 GMT -5
Devon nestled up under his arm quietly, but barely slept, stomach cramping and making him toss and turn. He bit down on his lip, teeth sharpening more, and stared at the girl sleeping on the other side of Zander, baby blue eyes bloodshot and hungry. He buried his face against Zander's chest, mumbling to him again that he was hungry, even though he was asleep. He hadn't fed in so long, today's kill only made him want it that much more.
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Post by zander trey brooks on Jun 8, 2012 0:24:24 GMT -5
Zander, on the other hand, slept soundly until Thatcher came in the room, looking for Bandit Zander sat up, rubbing at his face. Bandit crawled out of the bed, toddling over to the other male. He bent down and picked her up, carrying her out of the bedroom. He could hear Deacon and Marc downstairs, the two of them talking. He looked over at Devon, glad that he was still there.
"You wanna see if Marc brought you food?" He asked, leaning over to kiss his forehead.
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Post by devon splyce parker on Jun 8, 2012 0:27:15 GMT -5
Devon stretched, face tired as he gazed at Zander, nodding. He yawned sleepily, revealing a set of sharp teeth as he sat up and shook his hair out, pulling Zander up with him and hanging onto his hand as he wandered from the room quietly, looking around curiously as he wandered down the hall.
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Post by zander trey brooks on Jun 8, 2012 0:34:24 GMT -5
Zander followed him downstairs, looking from one person to the other. Thatcher was getting Bandit dressed on the couch, Bandit in turn telling him a story. Deacon was sitting across from Marc on the floor, a guitar in each of their laps. Marc looked a little more attractive than Zander wanted to admit in his baby blue button-down shirt, a black shirt under it. He looked up and smiled.
"Morning."
"Don't vampires sleep in?" Zander asked, and Marc shrugged.
"I wouldn't know. I never follow the rules. Devon's got food in the fridge. Since, you know, Deacon doesn't eat. Freak."
"Oh, you have a lot of room to be talking, faggot." Deacon teased, and Marc laughed, strumming a note.
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