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Post by Ryuu James on Mar 9, 2008 15:34:10 GMT -5
Ryuu opened his mouth to say something clever, but then stopped, agape.
“Hoooly mother of GOD,” he hissed, sinking down in his seat, and looking worriedly at Jared. He turned his head down so his hair covered his face, and shoved a sausage in his mouth. Unfortunately, this was no deterrent for the boy walking over to them. It was none other than Irja.
“What- Why- …How…,” he stumbled over his words, and scowled. Sitting up, and finishing his mouthful, he took a deep breath and sighed.
“Bonjour,” he spat, glaring daggers at his plate.
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Post by Jared Miles Platt on Mar 9, 2008 15:48:03 GMT -5
[/color] Jared said nervously to Irja. He hoped the two wouldn't start yelling at each other or something. OOC: All the sugar in my system is affecting my ability to write long things... >.< [/ul][/font][/size] |
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Post by Irja James on Mar 9, 2008 16:08:12 GMT -5
[OOC: Poor thing. -pat- I have to go after this post. D;;]
Irja blinked towards Ryuu's bitter tone, his smile creasing the young face he possessed with brimming amusement. " Are you still angered Ryuu? What is it that makes you hate me so? " He inquired, lifting his hand to send a mock yawn Ryuu's way, playing an innocent tone between his fingers. He had not planned to get Ryuu to listen through yelling at him, for trial and error had shown that ineffective. Instead he had thought to try being so uninvolved with Ryuu, that it would bug him. It was worth a shot. He tilted his head sideways to look at Jared as though he just noticed him, " Your faring well, aren't you? " Irja casually started conversation, smiling pleasantly against his half-heartedly concealed fatigue.
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Post by Ryuu James on Mar 10, 2008 12:36:52 GMT -5
Ryuu sighed, and glanced at Jared. He looked a bit tense, and Ryuu frowned, nudging him under the table with his foot. If he could help it, he’d spend as little time with his brother as it was humanly possible.
“Learn to speak English and I’ll get back to you,” he grumbled, before shoving more food in his mouth so he didn’t have to speak.
[AKFKBEFKSJB short >___.]
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Post by Jared Miles Platt on Mar 10, 2008 13:03:58 GMT -5
[/color] Jared said to Irja, he chuckled at Irja's accent and poor-ish English skills. Jared held back a grin when Ryuu nudged him with his foot and instead just smiled. It felt really uncomfortable to be with two guys who seemed to hate each other's guts. Jared just kind of sat there and listened, not wanting his existence to be acknowledged if they began to get in some sort of heated argument. [/font][/size][/ul] |
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Post by Irja James on Mar 15, 2008 1:33:48 GMT -5
Irja made a face at Jared for all his chuckling at the poor English skills he possessed, following with a smile, " What have you done when away from home Ryuu?" He inquired, struggling to find the words to finish the sentence. He could feel the usual annoyance that built up when speaking with Ryuu in any way, though attempted to ignore and replace it, with conversation.
[Laaame. Sorry. Nearly midnight. D;; ]
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Post by Ryuu James on Mar 15, 2008 3:15:44 GMT -5
Ryuu rolled his eyes at Jared, who seemed to be enjoying Ryuu’s discomfort - or so he thought - and glared at the table grumpily. He drummed his fingers on the table in frustration, and shoved more food in his mouth to delay having to speak to Irja again for as long as possible. Irja asked what he had been doing, and he glared daggers.
“Ne pas oser faire quelque chose en face de il lui,”
[/i] he hissed, glancing at Jared, then back at Irja. His anger and frustration was almost crackling through the air, it was so strong in his aura. Stabbing a piece of sausage with his fork, he cut off a piece and held it up to his mouth, thinking, before putting it down again and twining his fingers. Resting his chin on his twined fingers, he looked like some evil mastermind. Although, unfortunately, Ryuu didn’t have much of a mind, evil or otherwise. “I’ve done everything I’ve ever wanted to do. Be free from you and Stephen,” he spat the name like some evil thing, before picking up his fork again and chewing on the sausage placidly like nothing was going on between Irja and him at the moment. In truth, he really really wanted to kick him in the shins right now. [ignore the translation. It should say him, not it. What little French I pick up in lesions has told me that when they want to emphasise something they say ‘il lui’ instead of just ‘il’…so…yeah o_. Ryuu does not think Jared’s an it xD] [/center][/sup] |
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Post by Jared Miles Platt on Mar 16, 2008 7:20:40 GMT -5
[/color] he asked, not particularly meaning to. [/size][/ul][/font] |
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Post by Ryuu James on Mar 24, 2008 5:13:20 GMT -5
Ryuu laughed sharply, still tapping his fingers, and glared at Irja.
“To be honest, I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction,” he said tersely, glancing at a clock mounted on the wall. Looking back at Irja, he grinned.
“What have you been up to then? Still arse licking like you always have?”
[BFSKJBRKS short >__.]
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