Soap with Jhulio
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Thread Topic: Soap with Jhulio
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Paris nodded. "Fine, I suppose I'll have to just take you. Are you shackled to the ground or no?" He asked, wondering if he would have to cut off the shackles in front of everyone. After all, if he wasn't shackled to the ground, he could easily just cut off the shackles when they got home. "And yes," He winked, "I get it."
He wondered what it was like to be the small demon boy. It must be hard, he thought, having no one want you. But he supposed, as a child of Hades, no one really wanted him, either. He was just kind of a burden to the olympians. The olympians feared one day he would get out of control, so they kept him on relative tight lock and hold. It was rather unfortunate and rather upset Paris. -
Yuki hung his head. "No, I'm not.." Thoughts raced through the demon boy's mind. Every person he went with- any person anyone went with- was a life or death situation. He couldn't read minds, so he couldnt know what to expect. It always gave him this overwhelming curiousity, and high hopes of not coming back. Though each run made him terribly nervous, he'd seemed to always get out alive. Either he was in some god's favor, or his luck levels were high. He thought on the matter. Paris seemed nice enough, but of course, everyone does at first, don't they? This was a thought he didn't want to imagine. Yuki inhaled sharply and looked back up at Paris, softening his gaze and just staring silently.
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Paris smiled, "Good, very good. Can you come with me or am I going to need to pick you up?" He tilted his head. Tapping his foot, Paris felt quite nervous. In fact, he was very nervous. He didn't want people to think he was stealing; he really didn't have any malevolent intention this time. This time.
You see, normally Paris would be all over trouble making. But something in the environment that day had changed this thoughts and actions, apparently. He sighed a little, wondering to himself what was with his behavior today. -
"Uhm.." Yuki shuffled his feet, his knees anxiously locking. His anklets had been put on him to keep him from another escape attempt that he'd pulled off many times before. And if he could walk, even the tiniest bit, he would have done so long before Paris had ever came. In stead of red, his cheeks were flushed with a very light gray from embarrassment. He'd been through more than one embarrassing situation in front of many people, but this easily outdid everything else. It made him feel pathetic to not be able to walk on his own, all because of one too many past mistakes.
He cleared his throat and gave an attempt to walk himself, as not to be seen as weak. But this 'attempt' resulted only in Yuki tripping, falling into Paris' chest, and the words : "Carry me?" Masayuki had officially decided, the moment he landed into Paris, that this had to be the strangest, most awkward, most embarrassing situation he'd been in for a long time. -
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"Yes," Paris chuckled, "I'll carry you~" He hummed out. He grabbed Yuki, who was a lot lighter than Paris had expected. "Wow, you're really light." Paris remarked, smiling down at the boy a little. He held Yuki bridal style- not really caring if others would judge or not.
Paris walked through the auction, trying to seem as inconspicuous as possible. He ignored any odd glares or any whispers. Instead, Paris just focused on moving forward. When he finally got out of the auction, he gave a sigh of relief. "I thought we'd never get out." Paris said, in a remark of relief. He had a lot of anxiety while walking through the auction and was incredibly glad it was over.
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some kind of expensive car sounds rad
Yuki was flushed the whole walk. His embarrassment had made it feel as though everyone was staring at him. The walk felt like it went by much slower than it really did. It took his eyes a moment to get used to the sun, his pupils dilating until they were comfortable. "That walk felt really long.. or maybe it was just me." His eyelids fluttered with relief as the weight was lifted from his shoulders.
"This mustv'e been your first time. Anyways, do you live far from here?" He asked, giving his best attempt to not summon any suspicions. He glanced up at his new owner's face, not making direct eye contact but something near to it. "I'm ready to get as far from this place as possible." It seemed like he went from introverted and nervous to extroverted and excited, just from leaving the building. -
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Bumping this to remind myself to respond asap
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Henlo my fren
He began to walk his friend in his hands to his car. "Yeah, I live pretty far. What kind of music would you like to listen to in the car?" Paris asked, pursing his lips. Personally, Paris liked rap and r&b. However, Paris had CDs of all sorts of music. From the top forty to oldies rock, Paris had it all.
Once they arrived at his car, he was forced to set Yuki down for a second. "Stay there," He said, proceeding to fumble with his keys. He found the right one, and played around with the lock of his sleek, black 1962 Ferrari. The paint job had just been redone, with a red and white stripe down the hood.
He really loved the car- it was perfect in every single way. It moved quickly and was sexy as hell. It made him a total people magnet- every human fawned over him and his car. After all, that's what Paris liked best- attention. -
henlo u have done a good i am pround B)
"Right. Ahh, music- um, I don't really know. Much about music, that is. I might have heard some when I was younger but other than that, I don't really listen to music." Yuki slurred out, admiring the well-defined car from his spot on the ground. For as nice as it looked on the inside, he assumed it would look better on the inside- giving him a bit of a stomachache knowing what the ink dripping from him could do.
He didn't want ink everywhere on the inside of the car (or to look like a nightblood murder scene, frankly) but he supposed with a bit of sucking up he'd be alright. His body made ink, his ink would pool out according to emotion. His nerves were wrecked to be going with a new owner, the past experiences haunting his mind. Yuki winced. It wouldn't be that way. Not this time. I promise. Thoughts swarmed his head as if they wanted the wait to last forever, letting out a breath when something.. particularly sensitive settled in his mind.
"..Are you almost done?" Yuki squeaked out, almost shaking with a mix of excitement and the fact he was completely f---ing terrified. He shook his head to try and rid himself of the thoughts, looking at his owner with a newfound eagerness, or perhaps desperation, to go. -
I tried my best but I'm feeling sucky Bc carsickness so sorry if my responses suckkkk
"Yeah, sorry. I suck with these damned keys!" He laughed, but was actually quite embarrassed and frustrated with himself. Paris pulled his hair back tightly, biting his lip as he finally unlocked the door. He opened the doors, opening the passenger seat door for his guest. He then picked him up, placed him in and reached over to buckle him in.
Paris then slammed the door, out of a force of habit. However, this time when he slammed the door, he scared himself a little. He jumped a bit, biting his lip, "Ah!" He squeaked out. He laughed a bit afterwards, but was inwardly quite embarrassed.
He walked around to the front and then to the driver's seat. Once he was there, seated and buckled in, he put the keys in the ignition and started the car. He then popped in his favorite jazz CD, a mix he had burned to the CD himself.
Paris smiled a bit as the smooth, relaxing music played. He hoped that his passenger would relax to it a bit, as he could read body language and he knew that Yuki was quite overwhelmed and riled up.
Without a second thought, Paris put his foot to the gas and kissed the auction goodbye. He had hardly gotten out of the driveway when he decided he needed a cigarette. "Hey, Yuki, can you hand me that pack of cigs in your door?"
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