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Post by Hitoshi Gilespi on Dec 22, 2009 3:11:33 GMT -5
"Mm." Hitoshi thought for a moment. "A movie sounds nice. In your room?"
Alex's room would give them a lot more privacy than the living room, and if nothing else, Hitoshi could speak more freely about Dunehelden there. And it would feel a little awkward with Alex's parents over their shoulders.
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Post by Alex Meriweather on Dec 22, 2009 4:07:57 GMT -5
"If you like," Alex replied. "I'll have to ask Mom where she put the VCR, but I'm sure she won't mind."
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Post by Hitoshi Gilespi on Dec 23, 2009 4:50:18 GMT -5
"VCR?" Hitoshi smirked. "The only movies I remember watching on VHS were Disney movies back when I was a kid, but then I haven't watched that many movies anyway. Why don't you pick one out?"
He paused. "Though I should probably ask you in advance if you mind me making commentary during the movie. It's kind of a habit, since the only time I've ever watched movies has been with my family. It's more or less a family tradition to watch bad movies and make fun of them."
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Post by Alex Meriweather on Dec 23, 2009 6:10:28 GMT -5
"Yes, VCR," Alex smirked back. "I don't feel like watching something on my laptop and we don't have an independent DVD player."
"All right, let's narrow this down. We don't have that many movies." He began walking towards the study. "Do you want fiction or nonfiction?"
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Post by Hitoshi Gilespi on Dec 23, 2009 6:41:52 GMT -5
"I'm fine with fiction," he replied, keeping in step beside Alex. "Nothing farcical, and preferably nothing too kid-oriented."
Hitoshi thought for a moment. "And preferably no war movies," he added. "My uncle has a thing for those. I can't tell you how many times he's made Hitomi and me watch All Quiet on the Western Front."
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Post by Alex Meriweather on Dec 23, 2009 6:48:33 GMT -5
"Why am I not surprised," Alex sighed. "Your uncle seems like the type to wish he were one of those strong silent types who gets the girl in the end and then nothing is ever said about her again. Don't think we have any war movies, so that's not-" he paused. "We're not that stereotypical, god, I do keep making it seem like that."
He knocked on the door, which was opened a crack, and his father let them in. There was, indeed, a small bookshelf in back with a couple of shelves' worth of movies; several were apparently old home movies, but there were also documentaries, dramas, a couple of old romances, one ratty-looking old Power Rangers tape, and a couple of what looked like educational movies.
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Post by Hitoshi Gilespi on Dec 23, 2009 7:01:37 GMT -5
Hitoshi leaned over the shelf, running his fingers over the spines of the movies. Casablanca... Breakfast at Tiffany's... Box sets probably ordered off the History channel. He stopped at the recorded videos, picking up one of them and peering over it for any sort of title or description.
"Is there anything worth watching on these?" he asked, smiling wryly. "Embarrassing things you did as as a toddler or anything like that?"
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Post by Alex Meriweather on Dec 23, 2009 7:41:03 GMT -5
"Not that I know of," Alex matched Hitoshi's expression, "and I'm not going to let you look through them all just in case."
"Uhm. Breakfast at Tiffany's? I don't even know."
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Post by Hitoshi Gilespi on Dec 23, 2009 7:58:10 GMT -5
"Fair enough, but that means you don't get to see any of the home movies Rudeth and Thrall made," Hitoshi replied, smirking. "They found an old video camera at my grandmother's when they were ten. We have a couple of videos a year, up until Rudeth dropped the camera in the pool when I was thirteen."
Hitoshi slipped Breakfast at Tiffany's out of the shelf, glancing at the back cover. "Audrey Hepburn." He glanced back at Alex out of the corner of his eye. "I'm drawing the line at My Fair Lady. I get enough musicals from Rudeth."
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Post by Alex Meriweather on Dec 23, 2009 21:37:59 GMT -5
Alex grinned. Hmm. Hitoshi before his mother passed away... "I might have to reconsider later. I imagine you would make an adorable eight-year-old, and that sounds like a potentially fair trade."
He nodded. "Don't worry, I have no real desire to watch a musical. Rudy is... a very interesting young man."
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Post by Hitoshi Gilespi on Dec 24, 2009 0:17:37 GMT -5
Hitoshi snorted. "Well, you might think so," he replied. "It's kind of hard to tell me from my sister in the early ones. She didn't get contacts until middle school."
"To you room to watch the movie, then?" he asked.
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Post by Alex Meriweather on Dec 24, 2009 0:38:41 GMT -5
"Sure."
The movie was set up, the door was cracked, Alex's backpack was tossed off his bed, and he flomped on it, nervously half-hoping Hitoshi would follow, and half-hoping his mother wouldn't check in with drinks or something.
Actually, baked apples with cinnamon ice cream sounded like the best idea ever in a couple of hours.
Cinn-
Alex smiled at Hitoshi that may have reminded the boy of something furrier and pointier-toothed.
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Post by Hitoshi Gilespi on Dec 24, 2009 0:59:14 GMT -5
Hitoshi crawled onto the bed beside Alex, making himself comfortable on the soft, fluffy bed. He leaned back against the pillows, fluffing them up behind him.
He raised an eyebrow at Alex. "What's that grin about?" he teased.
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Post by Alex Meriweather on Dec 24, 2009 1:05:40 GMT -5
"Nothing in particular." Alex scooted down to lay beside Hitoshi, hands folded together on his chest, only paying half-attention to the movie.
He wanted to tease Hitoshi, but wasn't sure whether it would be a good idea or not. It was frustrating, in some ways, being around him all the time, but he liked it better than the alternative.
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Post by Hitoshi Gilespi on Dec 24, 2009 1:23:49 GMT -5
Hitoshi ran his fingers idly through Alex's curls, not really watching the movie at all. "Your hair's getting kind of long," Hitoshi commented. "Were you planning to get it cut again?" He looked back at Alex, turning on his side. "I think it looks kind of nice longer, actually."
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Post by Alex Meriweather on Dec 24, 2009 1:34:13 GMT -5
Alex sighed miserably. "I have no idea. It's all lumpy and strange-textured; if I just let it grow out it starts to tangle together and I end up looking like I'm growing a ping-pong-ball farm on my head."
It then caught up to him that Hitoshi was trying to give him a compliment, and he felt less miserable. "Uhm, though if you have ideas..."
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Post by Hitoshi Gilespi on Dec 24, 2009 1:46:54 GMT -5
"If that's the problem, you could always see how it would look if you straightened it or something," Hitoshi suggested. "Hitomi might be able to think of something, though that might be like throwing you into the lion's den."
Hitoshi scooted a bit closer to Alex, running his fingers gently along Alex's shoulders. "Your parents aren't going to be weird about me being in your room, are they?" he asked.
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Post by Alex Meriweather on Dec 24, 2009 2:04:55 GMT -5
"Hitomi? She did offer a while ago. I could ask her." He was lost for a moment in reverie, and then Hitoshi was... closer. He licked his lips, which had become suddenly very dry.
"I... don't think so, not weird, but they... might come in, or something." He hoped not. He really hoped- but then, he wasn't sure they shouldn't come in. He looked into Hitoshi's eyes and tried to read his expression. It's not like he really, honestly planned on- anything of significance. And if he had, he certainly wasn't going to start at his parents' house, rather than the nice private dorm, because he wasn't (in his own words) an utter moron.
He supposed this was the awkward pubescent nonsense he'd been thinking he had too much self-control to go through all of a year and a half ago.
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Post by Hitoshi Gilespi on Dec 24, 2009 3:10:46 GMT -5
Hitoshi came to the sudden, terrible realization that this was probably a very bad idea. Alex was giving him that look, and he wasn't certain if that meant he was supposed to kiss Alex or--Alex's parents were just a few rooms away, and might come poking in at any given moment. They really should have just played a board game.
But Alex was warm, and the movie wasn't terrible, and moving away was the last thing Hitoshi had any intention of doing right now. He shifted slightly, laying his head on Alex's shoulder and draping his arm around the other boy's middle.
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Post by Alex Meriweather on Dec 24, 2009 3:22:09 GMT -5
Alex mentally sighed; that was probably the best response that could have been made. He dislodged his arm from underneath Hitoshi and wrapped it around him. He enjoyed the snuggling very much, but he did not enjoy that look in Hitoshi's eyes.
"'m sorry," he mumbled, "if I make you uncomfortable. I don't want to."
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Post by Hitoshi Gilespi on Dec 24, 2009 4:03:12 GMT -5
"'Uncomfortable' isn't exactly the word I'd use," he evaded. "And I don't think you have anything to apologize for."
Alex's parents could walk in at any minute. That was probably the only thing keeping Hitoshi from doing something stupid. Part of him just wanted to kiss Alex--but Hitoshi had a feeling if he started kissing Alex, he wouldn't stop. And he really didn't want to get either of them in trouble with Alex's parents.
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Post by Alex Meriweather on Dec 24, 2009 4:04:58 GMT -5
"Then why do you have that look in your eyes like you're frightened of something?" Alex asked sadly, squeezing Hitoshi a bit.
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Post by Hitoshi Gilespi on Dec 24, 2009 4:44:18 GMT -5
"I'm not frightened, I just--" Damn it. Damn it, damn it.
Hitoshi's arm tightened around the other boy's middle, and he pressed his lips firmly against Alex's.
Damn it. He was probably going to regret this.
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Post by Alex Meriweather on Dec 24, 2009 5:01:08 GMT -5
Alex made a little sound halfway between a squeak and a gasp and tangled his hand in the tail of Hitoshi's shirt. There were a lot of things he should have been thinking, but it had suddenly become very hard to, so the only thing that managed to get through was but I like this part of the movie.
Still, he wasn't entirely sure what to do- so he simply nuzzled into the side of Hitoshi's face, knocking the boy's glasses slightly, and hoped that this wouldn't stop. Would stop. One of the two, probably. He broke away for a breath for a moment and kissed Hitoshi again.
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Post by Hitoshi Gilespi on Dec 24, 2009 5:11:26 GMT -5
Hitoshi gasped slightly, doing his best to convince himself that they should probably move a little father apart before Alex's mom walked in on them. Or one of them suffocated. Or something.
Hitoshi was tempted to try and do something with his glasses, but they'd have to pull apart for that, and then one of them would probably come to their senses, and Hitoshi couldn't quite motivate himself to do that yet.
Hitoshi slid his fingers into Alex's hair--it was just as tangled as Alex claimed, though Hitoshi wasn't in the sort of position to mind that right now.
A noise brought Hitoshi back down to earth. It might have been Alex's mother still moving the furniture, or a car outside, or nothing at all, but it was enough to make Hitoshi think twice. Hitoshi pulled back, staring at the floor and pressing the back of his hand to his lips.
"That--um." Hitoshi faltered. "I've been trying to figure out at least the past month--probably more--whether or not I was supposed to do that."
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