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Post by Deleted on Aug 27, 2013 22:30:22 GMT
paris was shaving when it came to him.
still half asleep at 3 in the afternoon, a razor scraping along the contour of his jaw in a god-blessed minor miracle of not nicking himself yet, it was one that required an immediate answer. an immediate answer not accessible in the bathroom of a run-down flat in south nova athenis.
nah, lad, the answer-giver was in the living room. touch wood it was, anyway.
he'd woken up just an hour ago, paris hadn't considered his new roommate 'til just that second.
“oi, zoey,” there was a sharp clang as the razor was thrown down in the sink, shaving cream still on his face, nudging the unclosed door open with his foot. looking out, scratching his bare stomach, “you about, love?” never mind it was three in the afternoon and he just assumed she'd be about but, mate, let's look at this way: unemployed, ex-gangsters didn't have many places to be mid-afternoon wednesday.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 28, 2013 0:26:54 GMT
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| of course she was about - he'd probably walked by her to begin with. neither noticed the other though. zoey had her nose buried in a book. sometimes she forgot that they were in close quarters.
she didn't actually mind it though. sometimes it caught her off guard - made her jump, made her blush. she didn't like the blushing. fabled, that's all her emotions really were. easy to stuff down somewhere with simple friendship. pleased with herself today, she closed her book softly but didn't turn to look at him. "where else would i be?"
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Post by Deleted on Aug 28, 2013 2:12:51 GMT
laughing, paris' head bobbed back into the bathroom. even though her eyes weren't on him he shrugged, picking up the razor again tapping it in the water of the sink before his delayed reply, “mate, mate, then i'm alright in thinking you have nowt to do now?”
tilting his chin up he slid the blade up. it seemed he lost attention in that pretty quick because with another clang on the side of the basin. not bothering to finish the job, or even wash the rest of the shaving cream off, he fully pushed the door fully open and headed on over to her, “'cause i gotta get back to roadworks.”
getting onto the sofa next to her paris dried his hair with the towel once around his shoulders, “running. you do run, yeah?” there was an expectant look on his face as he leaned back into the sofa, slightly damp from the shoulder and pretty much all that was covering his modesty was a pair of boxer briefs.
his lax posture wasn't there for much longer as he only finally noticed her book now, grinning as he attempted to lean back over her shoulder and backseat read, “or you busy?” | words: xx
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Post by Deleted on Aug 28, 2013 3:14:38 GMT
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| the momentary triumph was squashed by paris being, well, paris. she thumbed through pages of her book when he came so close. heat radiated from her ears and her shoulders stiffened.
"well," there was a pause where zoey had to make a decision. try to balance her words, really strain herself or just give in and talk normally. she always picked the latter (since she was mellow and flexible at heart), but there was always a moment of decision. "of course." she licked her lips. a repeat. oh well.
before she could relax he was even closer. another decision and zoey was not going to be some blushing fool again. she picked her book up and pressed it against his face until he was out of her general vicinity. "that's bad manners," she chided, just a bit short of breath.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 28, 2013 4:17:22 GMT
“sorted,” happy with her reply paris was surprised she agreed so readily. maybe even a little letdown. dragging the towel off his shoulders and dropping it behind the sofa without looking he honestly said, “have to admit, i thought i'd have to be dragging you out.”
“or carrying you. that'd be proper good for training, y'know; piggyback 'round the neighbourhood. that a'right with you?” paris' responsible accompaniment to his words was an unstable flex of his biceps, chuckling to himself about himself, “no problem for these.”
paris took to having a book shoved in his face surprisingly well, drawing back along with it , “careful, mate, still got cream on my face.” apparently happy with her chiding as well his mature retort was, “well shoving books in a bloke's face is bad manners too. you gonna apologise for that?”
spying on her book as she withdrew it, though, his hand moved in an attempt to get a closer look at it but also attempt to push her a bit off balance - childish given they were on a sofa, but that didn't account to paris. | words: xx
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Post by Deleted on Aug 28, 2013 15:42:23 GMT
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| zoey snorted when he flexed. it was stuff like that which relaxed her. she was enamored by an idiot. exhaling through her nose she told him "that's probably bad for your back."
he was right about the shaving cream - zoey looked at her book defensively, turning it over in her hands and making sure it was clean. bluebeard, by vonnegut. she'd just started it, she was only a chapter in.
"serves you right," she retorted, turning her nose up. paris had it all coming, further punctuated by his little jab. there was a fumble before zoey grabbed his wrist and stuck her tongue out at him.
for all her talk, she was just as childish.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 28, 2013 18:52:06 GMT
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Post by Deleted on Aug 28, 2013 20:20:40 GMT
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| zoe deliberated. oh, she had more. so far she was being the responsible one, right? now paris had coaxed out some part of her that really wanted to wipe that smirk off of his face. “i was relaxing,” she said indignantly, not moving when he grabbed her wrist.
the difficult part was deciding what to do next. it had to be sufficient enough to shut him up, but not enough to edge off of the playful atmosphere. sure, she could land a measured kick right now but that was no fun.
when her eyes glanced at his foamy chops it hit her like an epiphany. his frank manner and exposed body didn’t even put a dent in delivery as she smiled her own wicked smile.
zoey let go of his wrist and grabbed the book out of her other limp hand. leaning closer to paris, she threw the book past him. bluebeard didn’t need to be involved in the mess that was likely to ensue. playing it off like she was just sitting down again, zoey moved back. instead of just going back to her relaxed sprawl, she wiped her free hand all across his cheeks. zoe dragged the shaving cream over paris’ eyes, nose, forehead - anywhere she could manage really.
"oops," she said, giggling. the little chuckles threatened to devolve into full on laughter, the messy, full-bellied kind.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 1, 2013 1:53:41 GMT
“relaxing, that?” he took a glance at the book that was totally sceptical, scrunching his nose though in something that was a little more amused, “come off it mate, that ain't proper relaxing.” things that were part of an english literature a level were not on the top of the list of things to do on your holidays, after all.
paris seemed happy enough that she really was playing along. the cream? he had to give her credit, he hadn't seen it coming. the initial reaction has been to jerk back and he did, closing his eyes as he replied fussily, “gerroff--”
he let his grip go after that, using his other free hand to wipe the cream out of his eyes, “no fair, love, that was a weak point.” his tone sounded no way as petulant as his words; it was very clear paris was enjoying himself alongside her laughter. he chuckled himself, not able to keep petulance in his speech as he mangled french with his accent in nodding, “touché.”
then punctuating the french with wiping the cream paris had on the back of his hand on zoey's arm.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 1, 2013 22:42:08 GMT
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| the slang of "love" was something zoey had never understood. she had a general idea, but her reluctance to ask for a concrete one hindered it's believability. you wouldn't say she swooned, not like a pre-teen when they hear the word and fall right into it's western romantisizm, but it did make her feel... strange. maybe it was just the annoyance of this pit in her stomach, which sometimes rumbled if paris was too close to her.
when he wiped the cream on zoey's shoulder she scrunched her nose. "ew, gross!" she said it in a nasally voice, like a girl in a sitcom. smirking a little at her own humor, she leaned forward to rub her arm against paris' shoulder. she wasn't trying to drag this whole thing out but she would be lying if she said it wasn't more interesting than what she had been doing earlier.
however, she hadn't accounted for the loss of distance - or more accurately, the sudden nearness. after she pulled away, zoe snapped her head down and her ears turned red. rather abruptly, she stood and walked behind the couch to grab the towel and her book. zoey placed the book on the back of the sofa, and used the towel to wipe off any left over residue. "so what were you saying?" she tried to sound as nonchalent as she could manage, but at least her face didn't feel so warm anymore.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 10, 2013 23:15:49 GMT
paris resisted retaliating the last time round when she smeared the cream back - he'd let her off just this once 'cause, well, it was zoey, innit? her falsetto was enough entertainment as he just worked on getting himself comfortable on the sofa now. better yet, when she got off for whatever reason it meant more room for him. finishing shaving, or paying much more attention to zoey, was not on his mind as he just settled into the sofa, feet up on the cushions. there was a gap between her question and his response.
“eh? i can't remember for the life of me now. gimme a sec,” came something frank but jovial. paris pulled a face as he tried to go over it, hands behind his head as he took her walking away as a chance to get properly acquainted with the sofa. if anything, he was as if he was taking the time to get properly adjusted to the sofa because what he started, “come out with me tonight, alright?”
paris craned his neck from where he'd settled on the sofa just the get a look at her. his eyes were focused on her, his voice was calmer, but it wasn't for long. there was a delayed shrug, movement lower down as the worn-down sofa of the less-than-ideal hiding place proved uncomfortable for a bloke a bit over six foot, and soon enough his voice returned something more lighthearted as he added, “'less you wanna stay walled-up in here with that book.”
“be gentle if you're gonna say no. 'least say i'm better company than that paperback of yours.”
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Post by Deleted on Sept 10, 2013 23:53:40 GMT
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| part of her really wanted to say no. she satiated it for a moment, "if it makes you feel better, sure." her tone was snippy, but had the underlying teasing touch that zoe's voice almost always carried.
with a sigh of resignation, she absentmindedly rested her hand on paris' head. "sure, why not." zoe realized what she was doing and ruffled his hair playfully as a follow-up. "just don't sign me up for anything fatal." not that he'd be the one to do it. zoe herself could be unpredictable, if paris was feeling lucky and could convince her to drink enough.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 8, 2013 22:03:17 GMT
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