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Post by Theo Anson on Oct 25, 2011 21:42:00 GMT -5
Karter shook his head and tutted, putting just a tad more pressure on the current finger to remind Seishiro exactly who was in control here. "Now now... there's CERTAINLY more to it than that... or else you wouldn't have been so defensive in the first place." A self-assured smile worked its way onto his face. "I'll give you another chance before I break this next finger, hm? Don't disappoint me..."
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Post by Seishiro Fujimoto on Oct 25, 2011 21:50:03 GMT -5
He'd been afraid of that. But once again, it seemed he had no choice.
"We're more than just acquantices I guess, but we haven't really been together more than a few times." He was skimping on the details, but this could easily be attributes to his nerves and quick speech. Adrenaline and fear were putting his words into hyper-drive. "I like him fine and he likes me, or so I suppose, and that's really about it. Nothing further, honest." His eyes were tinged with desperation, hoping that this guy would believe him.
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Post by Theo Anson on Oct 25, 2011 22:01:36 GMT -5
"And yet..." Karter murmured before raising his voice to the appropriate level. "And yet this Kyou got into a fight on your account, and the first thing you say when I bruise your ribs is that you need to apologize to him properly..." A sadistic gleam appeared in his eye as his heel crunched down on the third finger. Music to his ears.
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Post by Seishiro Fujimoto on Oct 25, 2011 22:07:17 GMT -5
"Okayokayokay...!" Seishiro cried, starting the feel pin-pricks of pained tears gathering in the corners of his eyes. "I have a thing for him. Happy?" Funny thing was, Seishiro had just sort of realized this now. Interesting timing...
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Post by Theo Anson on Oct 25, 2011 22:14:48 GMT -5
Karter's smile spread further across his face. "That's better... I think I've heard just about enough, and I'll leave you with a warning: If the police or anyone aside from us hears about this little conversation I WILL hunt Kyou down and I WILL kill him before they catch me. You have my solemn word on that."
In one fluid motion Karter moved off of Seishiro and a few paces away. "Now, perhaps you should get your injuries checked out? It'd be a SHAME if no one saw my handiwork after I went to all this trouble over you..." He blinked, as if remembering something, and frowned. "Oh, that reminds me... next time I see you, I'll be back the way you saw me earlier, you say anything while I'm like that and I will gut you like a fish." The charming smile returned. "Understand?"
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Post by Seishiro Fujimoto on Oct 25, 2011 22:20:18 GMT -5
"Perfectly." Although he was a little fuzzy as to the reasoning for that last bit, Seishiro didn't say anything. He wasn't exactly in a position to be asking questions. With the injured arm being cradled by the other the Tora stared down at the grass, his voice quiet. "Just promise you won't hurt him."
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Post by Theo Anson on Oct 25, 2011 22:33:50 GMT -5
He sighed, placing a hand over his heart. "You have my oath that if you stick to my terms then no harm from me shall befall Kyou." His word was something he upheld, say what you liked about him, but he always kept his word. Theo had gifted him that particular quirk, and he wasn't likely to return it to him. Especially not after so long. "Well then, good night Seishiro, and good luck with the fingers." The way he spoke made it seem almost like this was business as usual, mostly because it was.
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Post by Seishiro Fujimoto on Oct 25, 2011 22:43:15 GMT -5
Seishiro could barely manage a nod at this point. He struggled to get to his feet, knowing it was going to be one helluva trip home... Or to the hospital. It depended on whethe or not he'd have a solid story to tell Hi once he got there. Unfortunately, she was kind of on the suspicious side. But Seishiro HAD to uphold his side of the bargain, not doing so... The consequences were not pleasant to think about. Either way, it seemed as though his days of completely carefree play were drawing to a close.
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