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[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> Re: i'd say more like a teddy, really. -- Julian Emberson, 19:33:42 04/18/02 Thu

Julian just chuckled. From the queer words to the joking bow, all he did was return it with merriment. With character too hasty in changing ways, Julian calmed into a state of suggestiveness, eyeing him with a jovial look, but something far more than so. It was almost indescribable the way his eyes were swirling in different shades of verdant gleams, nearly luminescent had they been in the dark. A mirror twin of Sean's smirk crossed his face, orbs following in such a fashion it would have almost been visual undressing. What came next was even more irrationally undertoned with unnatural desire.

"Nothing but the hallway and my book, lovely."

It was all in playfulness, even if the sixteen-year-old's look posed otherwise. He made something of himself acting like this. It was almost certain there would be something he could attain later on, no matter how long it took. Some little tidbit, something big, something useless... but something, nonetheless. And he wondered how this would turn out, if anything. He virtually knew next to nothing about this boy but his name and his claim-to-fame, and here was having a conversation, at the very least. Would it contradict his calculated fate for his actions with people?

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[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> i like teddy bears.. -- sean terris, 21:22:26 04/18/02 Thu

His inhalation snares in his esophagus for a meager instant before the boy retrieves his clasp on poised apathy, his eyes roaming over Julian’s structure in a nature related to what the boy was doing to him a moment before. His sniggering might seem enforced to one who comprehended him precisely, which was, in realism, very little, but the chortle might appear genuine enough to foreigners. ’You are a callous person, Julian Emberson. Leave me alone you mean…piece of shit!’ Of course, his thoughts are wicked after his short-lived demonstration of loss of composure because he is not familiarized with loosing his cool to the effortlessness of another, no matter how immediate he was to recover organization of hormones and what not. “The hallway and your book, hmm? I knew you were cheating on me!” He cries out in simulated desolation, his tone undoubtedly informing each individual that he is teasing.

He hasn’t stirred from his inoperative location alongside the wall, yet his form has been in a contraction of distress of muscles, but again, he was swift to finalize leisure and abandon each feeling but his pleasure. “You’re a strange cookie in the cookie jar, did you know that? You’re like, a peanut butter cookie in with the oatmeal’s…or something strange like that.” He announces, his pitch obscure yet level, his eyes iridescent as though he had just let Julian in on a detailed confidential that was not to be made public.

(It's kind of late and your post confused me a bit...x.x...but I think I responded adequetly...hehe...*is insane*)

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[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> Re: i like teddy bears.. -- Julian Emberson, 22:31:41 04/18/02 Thu

Julian's eyes widened, the unexpected, swift change in stature noticeable to someone like him. He had been studying the boy with a tender patronization, just looking for a flaw he could muse to himself he had noticed about him. But with the given comment, something else had happened to the boy, even if only for the brief moment. It was like he had cut through and somehow the ribbon had pieced itself back together and remained tied around the poles, relaxed in the blowing wind. He smiled a bit, yet another carefree shrug. It was a habit. American in every whichway, didn't you know?

"So sue me, doll, Sartre's just far lovelier with words than you are with your... self. But you could always prove me otherwise," Julian winked and childishly grinned. "And as for the cookie comment, maybe I am. I think you are too."

Julian bent down on one knee and set the book down. He looked up, a gleam in those olive oculars, as his sea-green Emberson sweater was pulled over his head, to Sean. It was something simple underneath, but all the while very Julian. The black Brioni turtleneck wasn't skin-tight, yet it clung to him very nicely, smooth silk and nylon stretched over a thin, yet toned, chest. Yes, Julian was slight and tall, but he wasn't left with no endowments. He was just almost girlish, excluding all the fashionably exuberant things he wore. He stood up again, the loose-fitting Gaultiers showing no shapely form of his below the torso. He picked up the book and threw the sweater over his shoulder listlessly, turning with nothing more than a small smile to the other and a slight wave of the hand.

"I'll see you around, Cookie. Maybe us strange peanut butter ones will find ourselves in the same jar again, figuratively speaking."

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[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> expect the unexpected.. -- sean terris, 21:40:12 04/19/02 Fri

Ah, but he is prepared for the boy this time, and while his deeds and dialogue transport inadequate feelings rousing within the mortal, his body bearing and frontage divulge rumors of entire leisure. “Darling, I fear I’m going to have to do worse then sue you…” He trails off into a mystifying stillness, his tone of voice taking on a nearly mocking nature as he urgently hunts for something within him to keep his lips corded close and his eyes sightless to what he doesn’t fancy to perceive. Ah, but that shirt on him caused a nearly invisible tremble of craving flowing down his vertebrae. “Right…maybe we’ll see each other again, my lovely Cheater.” He purrs this, astonished to discover that he had been pining to use the seductive tone on the masculine, just to distinguish how he would counter…it was like they were both analyzing each other, endeavoring to locate frailty. Well, Julian had smacked a homerun with his weak spot…but would Sean find the other male’s?

With a sigh the sturdily constructed figure eliminates himself from the wall and moves in the contradictory course, once more attempting to flee from whatever reprisal that Julian will present. ’I will be ready for you next time, Julian Emberson. Wouldn’t it be nice if I could be normal and find a fancy in a female? But you have caught my eye…perhaps I can do the same to you?’ His opinion are a morsel absurd, if not hectic with his dizzying effort to conceal his emotions. ’I’m sick of hiding out! I want to reveal myself as what I really am…’ Resolving to himself that he is wild, he permits a chortle to getaway from his lips, fingertips indolently combing against the corridor’s barrier as he saunters offhandedly off, his thoughts already lifting him to an elevation comparable to his previous condition before he was knocked into by Sora.

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