Soapy Land
Thread Topic: Soapy Land
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"I uh.. Yeah, sure," He mumbled, tearing his eyes away from Drake's hair. He shuffled his feet a little, and gave him a shy smile in return.
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"Okay," he gave a curt nod, then took the gloves off of his hands to tuck in his pocket while he led the way up to the house.
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The boy followed him without a word. Rosario stumbled twice, and though he didn't actually fall, he could feel how weak he was with every step he took.
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Drake was walking slightly ahead, and so didn't notice the struggle that Rosario was having to follow. He made it up to the porch, and swung the door open, greeted by the smell of his father making- no, burning- dinner.
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Rosario, when he finally reached the porch, was pretty much out of breath. He was still able to wrinkle his nose at the smell of burning food, though.
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"Dad, what are you doing?" Drake grimaced at the smell, stepping into the house and slipping his shoes off.
A tall, lanky guy with dark hair appeared in a doorway, wearing oven mitts that held a silver pan ordained with what appeared to be blackened lasagna. "Drake!" He exclaimed with a grin, "Who's your friend? I already ordered Chinese takeout, but there'll be enough, is he staying for dinner?" -
The boy dunked his head at the father's apparent excitement, blushing a bit. He said nothing, but skirted around so that he was standing behind Drake, and away from the man's line of vision. He didn't know if he was supposed to take off his shoes, or not. Would it upset them if he accidentally tracked dirt in? Would it seem rude if he took them off, as if it were his own house? For whatever reason, Rosario really didn't want to make any mistakes.
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"Dad, this is Rosario Carser. He's living with Arcelio and Rayson Carser," he introduced, turning his head to look backwards at the boy. "Hey, nothing to be afraid of, my dad doesn't bite," he chuckled, trying to be reassuring.
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Rosario's blush grew, and he backed up a bit, still keeping silent. He stared at the man, who was.. Different, really, from any other father figure he had encountered. Too happy and easy going to be Rayson or Arcelio. Much too kind to be Archer.
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Arcelio blinked at the boy, deciding he must be shy. "Well, we're gonna go upstairs," he said to his father, then gently took Rosario's hand to lead him away. Drake's dad just went back to the kitchen, setting the burnt dish in the sink.
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The boy flinched when his hand was taken, and shyly followed Drake towards and up the stairs. He didn't say a word, and kept his head down, forcing his feet up the steps. His lungs hurt, and they hadn't even gone up five steps.
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When they reached the top of the stairs, Drake guided him to the first door on the left of the hallway. He opened up the door, to a simple bedroom; bed, desk, chair, bookshelf. They boy wasn't used to having anyone over, and so on the wall above the desk were three One Direction posters- totally punk rock for a biker. "Uh, you can sit on the bed. I'm gonna find the number."
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Rosario didn't know the band on the wall. He wasn't blind, though, and concluded that it was a popular all-boy band. With very attractive men. The boy winced at that thought, though. He hadn't thought about his sexuality, like, at all, but he was pretty sure he was gay. Not that there was anything wrong with that, he certainly wouldn't have a problem telling his father, but still..
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Drake let go of Rosario, leaving the boy to do what he wanted while he went to look for the number. First, he dug through the contacts on his phone, but couldn't see one for Daniel. Then, he started digging through his desk drawer, checking each paper.
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Rosario stood, watching Drake in silence. He found that he was growing light headed, and, without asking, moved to sit on the bed.
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