Soap with Jhulio
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Thread Topic: Soap with Jhulio
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aww man i hope u get alright babe? blows kiss
Yuki fumbled in the door, feeling for the box. When his fingers found it, he quickly pulled the box out and gave Paris a look before sitting the box in his owner's lap. His gaze snapped back to his feet, leaning forward as to not make a mess.
Anxiety. It tore through his mind and ripped through his stomach. There were many things Yuki didn't know, things he'd have to wait for, and so on, but when it came to a new owner past experiences taunted him with fear. No subtle fear, but a nonstop, intense tension that gaze off from his aura.
He fumbled his fingers. It's not so bad, you'll be alright. I promise. He had a habit of promising things to himself that he was unsure of their truth, something he'd made up as a child when he went to his first auction. Of course, memories weren't always nice, but thinking of younger times gave him a new sense of security.
Yuki leaned back in the seat, looking over at Paris. He blinked owlishly, letting judgement drift through his mind. Not so bad. He is not so bad. He'd decided on that, redirecting his gaze to the ground. He had very obviously calmed to some extent, though calm wasn't exactly a trait that he owned. Always had been that way and, he supposed, always would. -
Thanks fren
Paris lit the cigarette in one fluid motion, driving with his knees at a hot ninety miles per hour. Sure, Paris liked to live his life dangerously. After all, death didn't scare him. He was, after all, the child of Hades. Death gave him no fear. He rolled down his window, turning the music up a little louder. He grinned as he blew the smoke out of his nose.
For a very long time, the car was silent. Paris had no need to say anything. He had one emotion flowing in his bloodstream- contentness. He needn't anything more. He had no desire to speak, no desire to do anything more.
The jazz fulfilled Paris. The cigarette relaxed him. He felt amazing and hoped that Yuki would just relax. He could practically feel Yuki's anxiety vibrating off him. Yuki's emotions were like hot stream rising and burning him. "Can you calm down? You're ruining my vibe." Paris asked, politely without a hint of frustration.
However, he was very frustrated. He hated when people were vibe killers. It annoyed him. Paris was great at hiding his emotions, so this was no problem for him to hide. Quite obviously. -
any time pardner
"Uh, yes, sorry-" He took in one sharp breath. "I'm just.. nervous. That's all. Bad past. Don't worry about it, you wouldn't want to know anyways." Yuki let out the breath slowly, keeping up this pattern until he really couldn't find any more calm coming to him. He looked out his window, accompanied by a quick yawn, watching the steady pass of trees among other things.
He propped up his head with a hand, struggling to keep himself awake. He loved sleeping, and.. he spent most of his time sleeping anyways. He preferred his dreams over reality. He liked how calm he felt, and how strange dreams could be.
Soon, sleep had taken him away, against his will to stay awake. He slept silently- he made no sound, just the calm and tired breathing. His heartbeat came along with it- however quiet it was. Yuki's head had leaned against the window, still somewhat sat up with his hand. -
Anygays what's up w you
Paris found quickly that the other male had fallen asleep. He grinned, finding it rather cute. He continued to drive quickly, trying to make his way back to his house as soon as possible.
After about an hour of rocking out to jazz music and smoking up his car, Paris found himself at home sweet home. He grinned widely, tapping on Yuki's shoulder to attempt to wake him up. "Hey," He said softly, "We're here."
He was overwhelmed with happiness. After all, he had a friend! A partner! It was quite lonely alone in such a large house. Now, he would finally have someone with him. He figured they'd discuss the terms of the relationship over dinner. He would tell him that he didn't want him as a servant, but rather, a friend. He wasn't sure that Yuki was aware of this yet, afterall.
He continued and walked around to the passenger side to pick up his friend. He smiled, carrying him into the house without hesitation. "Do you like the house?" Paris asked, tilting his head once he was able to set Yuki down. -
death hbu
Yuki looked around, still a bit tired. His voice was faint. "Big.. and nice. It looks nice." A sound similar to a slurred purr escaped his mouth, looking up at Paris and leaning back. He was still in shackles, though he ignored them, mostly.
Sleep had somewhat overwhelmed him. He was tired and a bit confused, memories taking a moment to waltz back into his mind. And indeed, it was quite a large house, and pretty as well. Though, Yuki dubbed anything "pretty" that he lived in. But for once, he meant it. The house was nice. And the fact that he didn't see an eerie hallway to a sex dungeon also calmed his anxiety very much so.
His dark gaze drifted back to Paris. "It was big for just you, wasn't it..? I'd get lonely as well." He chuckled a bit, owlishly widening his eyes in attempts to expose them to light, open them up, wake him up. Wakefulness was something he would never deny wanting or needing. He settled on Paris, eyeing him affectionately, though with a bit of suspicion. He never really got to see Paris as well as he wanted to. Yuki was easily a small and meek figure compared to his owner. -
Same Bc I'm traveling
"Well, yes it is quite big. To show off my wealth." The tall man shrugged a little. "But yes, it gets very lonely. And that's what you're for." Paris sighed a little, picking the boy up and moving him into the kitchen.
"Now, let's cut off those shackles, shall we?" He smiled. "I need to find my sword.." He mumbled, biting his lip and tapping his fingers on the kitchen counter.
He was genuinely unsure of where it had disappeared to, and that upsetted him. "Also, don't be afraid of me cutting off the chains- I'll be careful. I promise." He smiled warmly. -
daww
Yuki smiled and blushed a bit. "Yeah, I won't.. and if you can't find it, there might be something I can do, but it'll hurt a bit." He kind of winced at the thought, however sitting up as calmly as possible. He didn't want to upset Paris with his anxiety, remembering the statement made on the trip there.
He chewed on a hanging part of a tie made from a knot in the back of his rundown shirt, nervously attempting to calm himself. He had fully awoken, meaning that annoying anxiety had came back, turning him back in to a nervous wreck. He watched Paris gaze around while he chewed, leaning forward as another nervous habit. He had too many. -
Paris sighed, immediately retreating into the upstairs to look for his sword. He knew it either had to be on the top floor or the basement and he was unsure of which. However, something gave him a hunch that it was in the upstairs. Although his basic instinct told him that it was upstairs, after many long minutes of searching, Paris decided his immediate instinct was incorrect.
He then trotted down to the downstairs. He passed Yuki as he was walking downstairs, so he merely flashed him a warm smile and a thumbs up. Paris searched the finished basement, top and bottom. This was until he, of course, finally found it behind his couch.
"I found it." He said, walking back upstairs. Paris smiled at Yuki. "Now, let's cut off those chains shall we?" Paris made sure to cut them off in one, fluid motion. He made sure not to hurt Yuki in the process as well. The last thing he would want to do would be to hurt his new friend, after all. -
ah boyo
Yuki tensed a bit as a reflex to the sight of the sword. However, when he was released from his chains, his facd lit up. He swung his legs in contentment that his blood has a reason to flow to his legs, leaning back on his hands joyfully.
"Uh, thanks. Moving my legs is kinda something I'm fond of." The corners of his mouth twitched into a hesitated smile as he slowed the rocking of his legs. Yuki looked up at Paris with an affectionate look in his eyes, sitting up towards him.
He quickly wrapped his arms around Paris' chest in a hug. "Really, thank you. You don't seem as bad as the others.. So just, yeah. Thanks." Yuki only blushed in embarrassment up at his owner, quickly hiding his face when their eyes met.
daw isnt yuki precious -
Waaat
Paris smiled when the other boy hugged him. "Yeah, no problem. I may have a cold heart, but I may have a soft spot for you." Paris rolled his eyes, it was so cliche. Everything about this was cliche.
After the embrace ended, his smile didn't fade. "What do you want for dinner? Should I make dinner or order something?" After all, Paris was perfectly capable of either. He would make dinner for himself all the time, but he was unsure if he would want to go through the time or work today.
Paris glanced around the kitchen, wondering if there was even anything to eat in the relatively cleaned out kitchen. He hadn't made something for himself for a while, he had been stuck ordering. He prefered it when he was lazier. -
idk
Yuki followed his owner's gaze through the kitchen. "Anything is fine to me. It's your call." Ne smiled at Paris, brushing his black, drippy locks from his face. It made a black mark on his white gloves, though he didn't care much, simply letting his hands drop back to his sides.
He slid from his seat, dropping to the floor with a bit of a wobble. Once he stood straight, Yuki looked up at his owner (who he was much shorter than) with a hint of curiousity in his eyes. He was quite hungry, yes, but he'd always eaten what he was fed with no complaints. At times, he was the one making to food.
fun fact: yuki has the fear of being around strangers & the fear of loneliness have fun paris -
Okayy
Paris rolled his eyes at the boy's indecisiveness. He, too was once like the way Yuki was acting. He remembered his mom asking him what he wanted for dinner and he remembered him answering. His answer was always "Well, I don't know!" And then getting frustrated.
He smiled a little at the thought. But then he remembered that he had to cater to this reliant boy. "Ah, yes." He mumbled. "We will order. Are you vegetarian, gluten free or anything?" Paris, himself was a vegetarian as he didn't like seeing things die. He had a special connection to the dead that didn't allow him to eat meat. -
Yuki shook his head. "No, as I said, anything is fine. I'll est what I'm given." He tilted his head and kept his gaze on Paris, clearly much calmer and less tense than he had been throughout the day. He was steady, and not pouring out ink like he typically did when he was riled up- though those thoughts would still haunt his mind, for practically ever, he knew.
Yuki let out a breathy sigh and rocked on his feet, flashing his owner a hesitant yet oddly innocent smile. He was a demon, of course, and demons were often considered.. evil and manipulative. Though Yuki was none of those things. His eyes still suspiciously scanned the house for signs of danger, alerted by the slightest movement that his eyes caught. -
Paris rolled his eyes. This boy was really indecisive. Deciding to order pizza, Paris dialed the number that he had in his phone. Once the man on the other side picked up, Paris found himself ordering one large veggie pizza. After the food was ordered, Paris than ran up to the much smaller boy.
"I can't wait to show you your room and stuff, do you want to do that now or after dinner?" He tilted his head. He was genuinely unsure of what to do. He needed something to fill the time, that was for sure. However there wasn't much to do in his house- which lead to him being quite bored quite easily. -
Yuki's eyes lit up in surprise. "Can I see my room now, please?" He stared up with a continuous flush of excitement over his pale face. A room! .. And stuff. He'd never been given either before. The small boy's aura went from a bit of fear to extreme eagerness in just one sentence. He stood tiptoes, holding on to the hem of Paris shirt. He was careful not to make an inky mess with the stains on his gloves.
But back to the topic. A room! Thoughts rushed through his mind. All about whar it would be like, how big it was, and other things of course. Yuki truly trusted what he said now. Maybe Paris wasn't so bad? He'd only known his owner for a couple of hours and he was already set on the thought that this man was different than the rest. Though, he felt bad about the lie he told.
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