Draco: ^_^'' Yeah.I'm trying to update everything gradually this week and
then do a massive update next week after exams.
Farfie: Stress does not hurt god.
Dragon: -_-;; Now is not the time Farfarello. My head hurts enough already.
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I really got myself in deep that next Saturday. Nagi and I had gone to speak with Crawford's boss Friday night and now officially worked together. On the plus side, we made pretty good money on a monthly basis, and we got $500 under the table that day for having a web template up and running before the meeting was over. As scared as I was of the prospect of an actual business job, I was feeling pretty good by the time we left, and made plans with Nagi for my girlfriend and I to take him and Farf out shopping Saturday afternoon. It wasn't until that morning that I really realized what I'd done.
All my girlfriend, Megan, could say was, "Well, you wanted to decorate the crazy one's room, didn't you?"
So the boys joined us for lunch with Megan's family, through which my white haired charge was frighteningly calm and polite, and we shopped. Nagi seemed exceedingly nervous as he wandered around with us. Apparently he'd never gone out like this before, let alone with so much money. Farfie, on the other hand, fell happily into the role of the insane mall rat so quickly that I was threatening to buy a leash and collar for him before we had gotten ten yards from the restaurant.
Megan tapped me on the shoulder as we rounded the first corner. "Mind if we pop by Spencer's© real quick?"
"Sure," I shrugged, "why not? Maybe I can buy some handcuffs and hook Far here to a railing for a while or something."
Before he managed to process that comment, I grabbed the nut and dragged him into the store of commercial oddities and pop culture. Darkness quickly drew him to the blacklights in the back, and he babbled about the glowing merchandise as the rest of us followed a little slower. I was surprised to find that seeing him so excited made me happy. Until that moment, I hadn't really realized how close he and I had become. Taking care of him actually made me feel better about myself in some strange way.
Smiling, I turned to see what Nagi was up to while Farfello discovered that the lightning in the one globe followed his fingers along the plastic surface. I found the quiet brunette quickly, and barely managed not to burst out laughing. There my innocent, little friend stood, holding a box of flavored massage oil.
"It heats up when ya blow on it, ya know?" I commented absently, leaning over the shelf towards him with a grin slashed across my face.
I think he just about wet his pants, eyes gone wide on his pale face, and he hurriedly dropped the object of interest as Megan joined us. Laughing, she stood behind him and ruffled his hair playfully. Thoroughly embarrassed, Nagi neglected to buy anything on our way out. Farfello, on the other hand, left with a blacklight, a lava lamp, a glow-in-the-dark dragon poster, and some blacklight paint, babbling excitedly all the while about how he wanted me to come draw on his walls for him.
We were halfway down the escalator when Megan pounced me, giggling, and announced that she had an idea. "Let's play dress up! We can go to different stores and Nagi and Farfie can be our Barbie Dolls!"
Even Farf looked nervous about it, but I'm apparently not the only one who has trouble saying no to my girlfriend. Moments later, I had become a Barbie Doll, too, and we followed Megan around helplessly as she tossed clothing into our arms. I wasn't even sure what the store was called. All I knew was that I was holding a men's suit on top of a pleather mini-skirt on top of hell knows what else, and it was stacked high enough that I couldn't see over it. About half an hour later I finally stood outside the dressing rooms in a black business suit and black silk shirt, donning a crimson tie, all the while thinking that Crawford would probably be highly impressed. Nagi soon joined me, blushing and feeling rather awkward in a wife-beater, black jeans, and a cowboy hat. I slicked my hair back and smiled at him, shrugging. Then we added sunglasses to our outfits in unison and made our way out to where Megan was waiting to see.
As she looked us over, cooing in her odd little way, and Nagi's face slowly attracted an increasing amount of blood, Farfello finally made his way out. One of the girls nearby dropped everything she was holding, and Megan's jaw fell. Even such astonished reactions couldn't prepare me for what I saw when I turned around. Nagi squeaked in surprise and I tipped the sunglasses down to look over them in disbelief.
Farf stood before us, lacking all bandaging, head cocked to the side. A pair of tight, black, vinyl pants clung to his legs and a pair of new Dr. Martens. The scars crisscrossing his torso like the Xs over Marie Laveau's tomb shown pale through the tight fishnet of his shirt, a black, leather vest hanging open over his chest and matching bracers covering his wrists.
"Ya know." I sighed, smirking softly as I pushed the glasses back up my nose with a sniff, "I don't think I've ever seen any guys quite as attractive as my two boys here." Laughing, I pulled Nagi to my one side and Farfie to my other, flashing the staring patrons a wicked grin.
Megan giggled. "You look like such a pimp!"
I looked out over the glasses once again, raising a brow and squeezing the boys tight. "And your point is?"
Nagi actually bought the outfit, through much blushing and stammering, and Farf did, too. I don't think Megan would've let any of us leave without them if we'd dared to try. By the time we were headed home, I'm not sure exactly how much of the money Nagi had brought along was gone on clothes alone. All I know is that he finally got over the embarrassment enough to enjoy the company, and he and Megan were planning a shopping trip for just the two of them some time.
We hit the road home, Megan barely able to see out the rear windshield, and turned the music up full blast. I leaned back in my seat, screaming at the ceiling and Megan laughed as she sang. It took a while to get Nagi singing along, too, but Farf fell right in, even though he'd never heard the songs before in his life.
"Let's start a war! So who's to blame when it ends and starts to rain down!"
We were all singing by the time we pulled into their driveway. When we weren't laughing, that is. Later Nagi admitted it was probably the most fun he'd had in years, maybe his whole life, and Farf. Well, Farfello just wanted to know when we got to do it again.
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Draco: Tune in next week for an all-new episode of this screwed-up excuse for a fic!
Farfie: Stress does not hurt god.
Dragon: -_-;; Now is not the time Farfarello. My head hurts enough already.
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I really got myself in deep that next Saturday. Nagi and I had gone to speak with Crawford's boss Friday night and now officially worked together. On the plus side, we made pretty good money on a monthly basis, and we got $500 under the table that day for having a web template up and running before the meeting was over. As scared as I was of the prospect of an actual business job, I was feeling pretty good by the time we left, and made plans with Nagi for my girlfriend and I to take him and Farf out shopping Saturday afternoon. It wasn't until that morning that I really realized what I'd done.
All my girlfriend, Megan, could say was, "Well, you wanted to decorate the crazy one's room, didn't you?"
So the boys joined us for lunch with Megan's family, through which my white haired charge was frighteningly calm and polite, and we shopped. Nagi seemed exceedingly nervous as he wandered around with us. Apparently he'd never gone out like this before, let alone with so much money. Farfie, on the other hand, fell happily into the role of the insane mall rat so quickly that I was threatening to buy a leash and collar for him before we had gotten ten yards from the restaurant.
Megan tapped me on the shoulder as we rounded the first corner. "Mind if we pop by Spencer's© real quick?"
"Sure," I shrugged, "why not? Maybe I can buy some handcuffs and hook Far here to a railing for a while or something."
Before he managed to process that comment, I grabbed the nut and dragged him into the store of commercial oddities and pop culture. Darkness quickly drew him to the blacklights in the back, and he babbled about the glowing merchandise as the rest of us followed a little slower. I was surprised to find that seeing him so excited made me happy. Until that moment, I hadn't really realized how close he and I had become. Taking care of him actually made me feel better about myself in some strange way.
Smiling, I turned to see what Nagi was up to while Farfello discovered that the lightning in the one globe followed his fingers along the plastic surface. I found the quiet brunette quickly, and barely managed not to burst out laughing. There my innocent, little friend stood, holding a box of flavored massage oil.
"It heats up when ya blow on it, ya know?" I commented absently, leaning over the shelf towards him with a grin slashed across my face.
I think he just about wet his pants, eyes gone wide on his pale face, and he hurriedly dropped the object of interest as Megan joined us. Laughing, she stood behind him and ruffled his hair playfully. Thoroughly embarrassed, Nagi neglected to buy anything on our way out. Farfello, on the other hand, left with a blacklight, a lava lamp, a glow-in-the-dark dragon poster, and some blacklight paint, babbling excitedly all the while about how he wanted me to come draw on his walls for him.
We were halfway down the escalator when Megan pounced me, giggling, and announced that she had an idea. "Let's play dress up! We can go to different stores and Nagi and Farfie can be our Barbie Dolls!"
Even Farf looked nervous about it, but I'm apparently not the only one who has trouble saying no to my girlfriend. Moments later, I had become a Barbie Doll, too, and we followed Megan around helplessly as she tossed clothing into our arms. I wasn't even sure what the store was called. All I knew was that I was holding a men's suit on top of a pleather mini-skirt on top of hell knows what else, and it was stacked high enough that I couldn't see over it. About half an hour later I finally stood outside the dressing rooms in a black business suit and black silk shirt, donning a crimson tie, all the while thinking that Crawford would probably be highly impressed. Nagi soon joined me, blushing and feeling rather awkward in a wife-beater, black jeans, and a cowboy hat. I slicked my hair back and smiled at him, shrugging. Then we added sunglasses to our outfits in unison and made our way out to where Megan was waiting to see.
As she looked us over, cooing in her odd little way, and Nagi's face slowly attracted an increasing amount of blood, Farfello finally made his way out. One of the girls nearby dropped everything she was holding, and Megan's jaw fell. Even such astonished reactions couldn't prepare me for what I saw when I turned around. Nagi squeaked in surprise and I tipped the sunglasses down to look over them in disbelief.
Farf stood before us, lacking all bandaging, head cocked to the side. A pair of tight, black, vinyl pants clung to his legs and a pair of new Dr. Martens. The scars crisscrossing his torso like the Xs over Marie Laveau's tomb shown pale through the tight fishnet of his shirt, a black, leather vest hanging open over his chest and matching bracers covering his wrists.
"Ya know." I sighed, smirking softly as I pushed the glasses back up my nose with a sniff, "I don't think I've ever seen any guys quite as attractive as my two boys here." Laughing, I pulled Nagi to my one side and Farfie to my other, flashing the staring patrons a wicked grin.
Megan giggled. "You look like such a pimp!"
I looked out over the glasses once again, raising a brow and squeezing the boys tight. "And your point is?"
Nagi actually bought the outfit, through much blushing and stammering, and Farf did, too. I don't think Megan would've let any of us leave without them if we'd dared to try. By the time we were headed home, I'm not sure exactly how much of the money Nagi had brought along was gone on clothes alone. All I know is that he finally got over the embarrassment enough to enjoy the company, and he and Megan were planning a shopping trip for just the two of them some time.
We hit the road home, Megan barely able to see out the rear windshield, and turned the music up full blast. I leaned back in my seat, screaming at the ceiling and Megan laughed as she sang. It took a while to get Nagi singing along, too, but Farf fell right in, even though he'd never heard the songs before in his life.
"Let's start a war! So who's to blame when it ends and starts to rain down!"
We were all singing by the time we pulled into their driveway. When we weren't laughing, that is. Later Nagi admitted it was probably the most fun he'd had in years, maybe his whole life, and Farf. Well, Farfello just wanted to know when we got to do it again.
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Draco: Tune in next week for an all-new episode of this screwed-up excuse for a fic!