Tensi~ come here.
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Thread Topic: Tensi~ come here.
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Then theres the face, also known as 'The third eye'. This focuses on intuition, insight, psychic awareness, ESP. Next is the throat. No clever name for that one, huh? This is where the focus of creativity, speech, individual needs and will all take place. Afterwards is the heart, all without a special name just like the throat. Yuku kept on dream-thinking about the Chakra chart, the candles in his room still burning.
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Around noon, Castor was tasked with going to fetch Yuku for lunch. No biggie, just ask him if he wanted it in his room or the dining room. Yeah..'no biggie' for someone other than Castor. He held his breath and knocked three times on the heavy door.
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Around this time, Yuku was on the part of the chart labeled 'The sacral' before he was awoken by the sound of knocking. "wuh...? Come in, whoever it is!" by this time, the smoke had died down and the floors were somewhat covered in the remains of the candle wax. "If your that Castor dude, don't worry! It's totally smoke-free in here!" Yuku pulled the book off his face and set it to the side before stretching.
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Castor couldn't help smiling at that comment as he stepped into the room. "Thank you. Lunch is ready now. I'm sure you're pretty hungry..."
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(sorry if your in pain doing this by the way. like i said, iv never done this before, so... XD)
Yuku stood up and yawned. "Hah, yeah, I guess I am." Yuku suddenly turned his head around at Castor, his eyes wide. "For dick."
(fyi this is a joke hes pulling on castor so dont be alarmed that im jumping the gun for sex or whatever XD i know to take it nice and slow before heading into sex.) -
(I'm not in pain, it's all good! What about that one that you, me, and Mike did.. o.o )
Castor's eyes got wide, too, but for a different reason. What the heck was this guy talking about? Pot made a person super hungry, wasn't Yuku wanting to eat something? Well, if you sucked dick long enough... Castor pushed that thought out of his head and tried to remember what he should do in this situation. Was there a prostitute or something to track down? Certainly Whitman had never brought this up... He stammered for an answer.
(Haha okay, thanks for clearing that up xD ) -
Yuku couldn't hold in his laughter for one more second, bursting in hysteria. "Haha! I got you! Heh, You may be cute, but there is NO way i'd jump the gun on you like that. You should have seen the look on your face! jeez, H-A-larious!" He began walking towards Castor, letting out the remains of his laughter and crying a few tears of joy. "So, heh, anyways... Whats for lunch?" He asked, pulling himself back together.
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(Haha true that..)
Castor thought about protesting, saying that he never once thought about THAT, but figured it was pointless. He'd just get teased more anyway. He sighed and walked back over to the door, face back to emotionless again and rather glad that he didn't have to track down a gay hooker. "Spaghetti, meatballs, baked potatoes, tossed salad, garlic bread.... I told the cook you'd be hungry, so she made a lot." -
Yuku patted castor on the back as he exited out of the room. "Oh, thanks man. Thats pretty thoughtful of you. I actually really love spaghetti." He began walking towards the kitchen before looking back at Castor. "You mind coming with me? I usually eat by myself, so it would be nice to have someone to talk to. Besides, you probably have freetime by now, right?" Suggested Yuku, now standing still with just his head looking back at Castor in waiting for an answer.
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(Ey, I'm heading to bed for the night. Talk to you tomorrow?)
Castor smiled at the praise and nodded in return. Spaghetti was a popular thing; almost everyone liked it, and the cook was fine making a lot of it. He bit his lip and tried not to sigh out loud. Yes, he did have free time. A half hour for lunch, he was told, but he didn't really want to spend it with someone who called him a kiss-ass and played such a horrible prank on him. And smelled like weed, nonetheless. Oh well, though. Maybe Yuku would leave him alone if he did this for him... "Yeah, sure, if you want. I have a little time." He stopped moving when he realized the older boy wasn't right behind him anymore, and watched him questioningly. -
Otay buckwheat .3.)
Yuku smiled in delight, having clean teeth despite being a druggie. "Awesome, man! Glad to have you on board!" Excited to have a friend to hang out with for once, Yuku ran over to Castor and held onto his hand, pulling him hard enough to get Castor to the kitchen with him but not hard enough to hurt Castor. "Mom and Dad always disproved of my past friends, so i'v been all by myself for the majority of my life. So yeah, it totally brightens my day when someone like you wants to hang out with me!" -
Buckwheat...?
Castor couldn't help smiling a little at Yuku's enthusiasm as he was pulled to the kitchen. When they got there, he pointed to a chair at a small table for Yuku to sit at and started dishing up their plates. He made sure to give the older much more, considering how high he was. He set the plates down along with some silverware and took his own seat, frowning. "What do you mean, someone like me?" -
Yuku eyes widened a bit at the realization that what he said might have caused questions. "Oh, sorry, I didn't mean it like that! I have a poor way with words, what with not having many conversations outside of school." School, huh? Wait, doesn't Castor have to go to school too? This question now in his mind, Yuku couldn't help but ask. "Hey, Castor, by the way... Don't you go to school, seeing as you're probably at the age that requires you to attend one?" -
Oh I see xD
Castor began on his plate of food, nodding slowly as he chewed. "I see... It's quite alright." At the question, he bit his lip and stared at his plate. That was a good question... He didn't go to a physical school, since that would interfere with his work, and he had no desire to go. However, he wasn't exactly being taught at home like any other kid would be. Most of his education came from things he needed to do: doubling or tripling recipes required math, figuring how much water to use for diluting cleaner required math, communicating effectively with all the other workers required good English and communication skills, he could read perfectly, working in the gardens could be an environment or science class... He wasn't sure about history, but could probably chalk up Whitman's old-man-rants about the paintings on the walls as some sort of history or humanities class. He shrugged and stated simply "I'm homeschooled."
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