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Ryou - Champage/Amused (300 prompt challenge)Ryou draped himself over the well-worn lounger, his feet extending over the coffee table that nearly cracked under the weight. A small smirk appeared on his lips, thin at first before stretching over his teeth in a wide, amused grin. The small vial he tossed between his longer fingers glowed vibrant crimson even in subtle light. He could not help himself from his content, leaning his head back against the edge of his chair to let out a somewhat frightening crackle even for him.
'Now what, Yuma?' He smiled to himself, turning over the encased blood again; his prize for the night. There was nothing he could say now. Ryou had done his job and he had done it damn well if he did say so himself. He glanced over to another glass that was beginning to frost over with condensation from being out on the table too long. He reached over his legs to pull it awkwardly into his lap. The bubbling fruity scent came to his nostrils immediately. It was his favourite variety of champagne. The taste
Merry Christmas ~~ for my husband :3"Shit, it's cold," Khoi groaned as he shuffled into the entrance. No sooner had he stepped over the threshold that he was kicking off his shoes, bits of snow flying every which way and hopped over the small step with dampened socks, "Still cold," he muttered, rubbing his palm viciously together in attempts to generate heat for himself.
"I offered you mittens," Lilia followed him, nodding towards the pair of canary yellow mittens Khoi had discarded just before they'd left for the evening, "Could have used a nose protector too, I think," she teased, reaching out to touch the tip of his nose which had turned quite the shade of pink from the blustery air.
He took a small step sidewards to dodge her attack, "I'm fine," he muttered, although to be quite honest, he wish he'd worn more layers even under the heavy quilted coat and fur-lined hood, "Anyway.. Lia --?"
He craned his neck as she walked past him and into her family's living room. If he wasn't seeing things, he saw there was a
Nine TimesI saw him nine times.
The first time we were both sitting in the room together, getting ready to take the math test that would determine our placement. I was scatterbrained and throwing things around, trying to find the pencils that I had known I would need but had still just tossed in my purse. He was lounging backwards in his chair, looking for all the world as though he didn’t have a single care in the world, including the upcoming test. It annoyed me, that I was frantic and ready to scream, while someone else could be that relaxed.
I tested out of the class.
I don’t know if he did.
The second time I saw him, it was a few months after I arrived on campus. He was the one rushing and frantic this time, running across the square. He was probably late for class, though I had no way of knowing for sure. I was already lost in my own thoughts and ideas, deciding on my major and convincing people that yes, this is what I really want to do with my life. If they weren
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