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paradisalost2008-02-09 10:36 pm
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[a soft knocking sound]
Star?
((ooc: Henry's up checking out the kickass art nouveau on floor 22, which is his favorite art style. People on/around 22 can feel free to bump into him, as long as they're nice? Not looking to get him into any trouble this go-round.))
[a soft knocking sound]
Star?
((ooc: Henry's up checking out the kickass art nouveau on floor 22, which is his favorite art style. People on/around 22 can feel free to bump into him, as long as they're nice? Not looking to get him into any trouble this go-round.))
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Keeping a boner while getting raped by a horny chick doesn't make you bi, Henry~
[Star grins and stretches out on the couch instead of getting up to grab anything for himself. He drinks pretty consistently these days and so he wanted to hold off with company around.]
Not much of a whiskey girl, huh, Alex?
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[Henry laughs and shakes his head]
I'll keep that in mind for the future, thanks Star.
[he brings the pot back over and sets everything up, and flicks the switch to brew]
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Are you going to move over or do I have to sit on you?
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Seriously, Henry. You with a girl? Maybe before you were out of the closet, but...
[And Star pats his lap]
Come sit~
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Hey, I dated a girl for two whole years, a couple years back.
[he glances over at Star gesturing for Alex to sit on his lap and goes back to staring at the coffee pot, drumming his fingers lightly on the countertop while waiting for it to be done and attempting to butt out of the other two's exchange]
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[DENIED, she takes a seat on the floor and just leans against the couch]
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[BIIIIIG pout.]
God, women are so mean.
[lol, instead Star holds his arms out to Henry, a BIIIIG grin on his face]
Really? You wouldn't think. I've never dated women. Only men.
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[Henry blushes, yet again, and holds a hand up in a "Thanks I'll pass" kind of gesture]
Yeah...my mom wanted me to get married to that girl. Probably would've too, but...it didn't really work out.
[finally the coffee pot is done enough and he pours himself a cup]
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Still, kudos. Better than I've ever done.
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Awww. Little Henries. That's kinda cute to imagine. My mom kinda gave up on me ever having a girlfriend when I started getting in fights all the time when I was eleven for being queer.
[And Star decides to get up and get a drink now, which since he's less classy than Alex, he just grabs a bottle.]
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[Henry realizes how incredibly awkward his topic of conversation has made everything, so he takes his cup of coffee and quietly takes a seat on the arm of the couch again]
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good job Henryso, uhh, Alex is a bitch and taking Star's seat now]You move, you lose.
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Wha- Hey! There's enough room on the couch for all of us! That was my spot!
[Lol, and to be a jerk, he sits on her and sprawls across the whole couch]
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[Henry eyes the other two warily from his spot up on the arm, staying put for the moment but watching in case a random limb comes flying his way]
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[And Star kinda flops around and sort of flails and grinds into his spot just to be annoying.]
Is that the best you can do?
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[Henry sort of laughs quietly but doesn't bother to interfere]
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[And Star gets kicked enough that he rolls off her and the couch onto the floor. AT LEAST HE HADN'T OPENED HIS BOTTLE YET.]
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[And Henry ends up on the floor with most of his cup of coffee spilled down the front of his shirt]
JESUS CHRIST--
[he drops the cup reflexively and pulls the shirt away from his skin to try to get the burning to stop]
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Shitshitshit--
Sorry, Henry! [looking around, trying to find a towel or something]
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Fuck-
[Star puts down his bottle and then goes to his dresser to find Henry another shirt.]
Take it off, I'll give you something else.
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[And he complies gladly, pulling the shirt off as he stands and using it to sop up some of the residual liquid on his chest. He looks...really damn thin, compared to how he used to look, and the faint lines of scars that have been partially healed criss-cross his pale skin. And of course, there are the numbers on his neck... Once he's not in MORTAL AGONY anymore he stoops to pick up the discarded cup]
...sorry about that.
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Don't be, it was my fault. Or [mock glare] Star's for starting it.
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Well, you shouldn't have stolen my seat.
[Star grabs a black hoodie out of his dresser and checks the size to make sure it's one of the larger ones before holding it out to Henry. He doesn't seem to mind or pay attention to all the scars and skinniness. He knew what tough times did to a person.]
Will this be alright?
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