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Post by Steven-Stone on May 29, 2011 7:18:24 GMT -5
"I haven't wandered off yet... Sorry! I'm just used to that sort of thing, especially with you.." Steven made his way up to the other, with hands rubbing together. Why was he suddenly so nervous? It was unlike him to feel like this... It had to be Wallace's presence. The male always made him feel this way. But why...?
"... You may be..... a tad flamboyant, but..... I still think you'd be excellent. You look better in a cape then I do, You know." He laughed at the comment, as the champion's cape gave a flutter. He felt ridiculous wearing it, but he also felt great honor while it was about his shoulders.
"Thank you, Wallace." That almost made him blush. Another thing about this man before him.. he seemed to fluster easy at the smallest compliment that Wallace would give.
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Post by Wallace / Black on May 29, 2011 16:13:03 GMT -5
Wallace made a soft bow as Steven came up even to him before ushering him down the path. At this rate, he thought, it’ll be dinner time by the time we arrive. Steven’s distraction was rather…cute, in a way, but it made accurate planning a nightmare. He sighed, and chuckled under his breath.
“Just a tad? Surely you’re not exaggerating, my dear,” he said, sweeping his arms out with a flourish to emphasize his point. “I’m quite surprised the League hasn’t banned my antics from its yearly meet-ups. You’d think they’d have tired of the pomp and circumstance!”
He threw his companion a sidelong look, and threw an arm around his shoulders, nearly crashing them both together.
“Come now, don’t be such a defeatist, Steven! Did you come here to bemoan your nonexistent incompetency or to have fun?” he said cheekily, and tugged at a corner of the scalloped cape, twirling it in the wind. “You’re a sight to see in a cape, too, my dear. Especially on that Skarmory of yours. How you keep her from scissoring it to bits is beyond me.”
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Post by Steven-Stone on May 29, 2011 16:23:17 GMT -5
"Well.... Maybe I am. I think it's...interesting. You make such a scene. You always do, though. At least you've stopped with the Cheerleaders." He smiled softly, while glancing towards the other with that gentle expression.
With the sudden move, Steven ended up bumping into the other and almost fell in a pathetic stumble. He actually laughed though, while glancing away from Wallace as they continued on.
"Yes Sir. I'll stop complaining, Ehehe. I'm here to have some fun. But... Business comes first, after all. Especially when dealing with the Fabulous Wallace." He nodded once, while glancing at the fabric Wallace played with.
"Hm? I feel odd in it. It's always flaring. I feel.... more ridiculous in it if anything. It stands out so much.... Mn? She has to be careful about how much she pumps her wings. She glides more than actually flying because of it."
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Post by Wallace / Black on May 29, 2011 16:48:08 GMT -5
“’Fun’ is right, m’dear. You need a break from Champion duties,” Wallace said, still playing with the fabric between his fingers. It was a luxurious fabric, with a sheen that didn't quite reflect enough to cast light into his eyes. The thread count must be ridiculous, he thought.
“Don’t worry about appearance so much, Steven. You’re not me!” Wallace laughed, using his free hand to pat a stray hair back down. “You’re of the kind to look good in anything, provided it’s not shredded to rags.”
He glanced around him, noting Steven’s refusal to make eye contact. There weren’t any rocks in that direction. Strange. What was the man doing? Lakes had never interested him the way smooth stone did.
“Your Skarmory’s a smart girl. Don’t let Phoebe too close to her! A prankster of a bird is going to leave you with more wardrobe malfunctions than even I can fix,” he continued, still teasing. “But, more importantly, what would you like to eat?”
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Post by Steven-Stone on May 29, 2011 16:55:37 GMT -5
" I guess you're right. I don't do much that involves time for myself." He felt almost nervous, as the other still played with the cape. It was better than Wallace eyeing his face, he supposed.
"Right, Right. I'm not as.... hahaha... Not as, hm... you're Flamboyant. That's all." He nodded gently. "I haven't torn it to pieces yet...."
He really was nervous about the other's gaze. For some reason, everytime he looked to the man, he felt his stomach do a flip.
"... The worst she ever has done to me was.... well.... Dump me into the ocean. I guess it was my fault for having her fly to high. I have to admit... if that tuber hadn't have helped me, I probably would still be out there." He laughed happily. "Well, You can fix a lot, though."
"Food... Hm... Could you make that fantastic pasta of yours? With the Alfredo...? I haven't had that in a long time!" He looked suddenly excited. Wallace was such a fantastic cook....
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Post by Wallace / Black on May 29, 2011 17:05:20 GMT -5
“Just because I can doesn’t mean I want to, my dear,” Wallace said. “And some things are simply beyond help. Like that ascot of yours from last year.”
He tilted his head to the side, trying to catch Steven’s roaming gaze. His companion seemed intent on looking at everything other than him, and it irked Wallace that he couldn't even catch a passing glance. Eventually he settled for staring at the man’s nose, instead. He’d have to turn around eventually.
“Only pasta, Steven?” he laughed, still staring intently at his friend. “That’s no problem at all. The benefits of having houseguests with simple tastes! We needn’t even go shopping if that’s all you want.”
He hummed happily as he walked, the arm slung around Steven’s shoulders conducting softly in time.
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Post by Steven-Stone on May 31, 2011 19:54:08 GMT -5
".... I didn't mean to get it destroyed. That Aron really was hungry.... Ehehe. I'm lucky they only like rocks." He smiled softly, while thinking about to that incident that almost left him naked.
He felt bad in a sense... but he was just so curious on his surroundings. He couldn't help but look around and explore. It was just so fun.... He occasionally made eye contact with the other, but in a nervous flinch, he glanced away suddenly.
"You make it really well... What? Do you want to make me a feast...? Wallace, I don't eat much." With a shake of his head, he took a gentle sigh, as he allowed the contact to continue.
"Hah... So.. How are you? I forgot to ask, I'm very sorry."
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Post by Wallace / Black on May 31, 2011 20:46:07 GMT -5
“T’would be bad etiquette to not offer my best to a guest, no?” Wallace laughed. “To the extent of my abilities, I will satisfy any and all requests tonight, even one as petty” - he withdrew his arm from Steven’s shoulders, prancing a step forward – “as pasta,” he said, and poked his friend square on his forehead.
“Your eating habits are worrisome, dear,” he continued, eyeing the bridge of the man’s nose (no eye contact still? For shame!). “For someone who runs off on rock hunts every other day, food is important! No living off Clif bars or any similar nonsense.”
He stepped back, withdrawing his hand to plant it on his hip. A wry smiles crept its way onto his face as he shook his head and sighed.
“But that’s what makes you you, my dear. Not a care in the world for yourself. I, on the other hand, am taking quite good care of myself. Thank you for asking.”
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Post by Steven-Stone on Jun 5, 2011 18:49:39 GMT -5
"I guess that's true.. Ehehe. Thank you Wallace. You're always so kind to me.. you know." He started to smile, as he got poked. For some reason, his mood had suddenly risen.
"I know, I know... I'm a terrible eater.. Ehehe. Yes sir. I should eat better, Shouldn't I?" He finally glanced at the other, square in the eyes. The gaze had a warmth to it.... a strong affection, almost.
"..... I'm glad. I know I probably shouldn't even worry about how you treat yourself." Suddenly, he felt those beautiflies again, fluttering in his stomach. He kept looking right into the other's eyes, with a gentle smile.
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Post by Wallace / Black on Jun 5, 2011 19:05:00 GMT -5
"That you should," Wallace responded, his eyes lighting up happily at the eye contact (finally!). He stepped aside again on the smooth stone steps to let Steven come level to him again.
"Some things can be sacrificed - say, social life, or perhaps even a press conference or two - but health should always be a first concern, my dear!" he said, eyes glinting once again in jest.
"But worry not. Today I shall be your own personal nutritionist!"
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Post by Steven-Stone on Jun 8, 2011 19:14:25 GMT -5
That was the moment when Steven's resolve finally grew. He was going to do what he planned to.... Something he had been thinking about more than the rocks he evacuates. When the other's stride at stopped.... Steven took nervous steps towards him like he always did.
In his head, his plan was gorgeous. He'd step to the man with rhythm and grace, and give him a gentle kiss....
.... If only Steven's body and mind were together.
He stumbled while making his way over. With a slight panic, his hands went to the other's shoulders. Rather than his smooth and graceful peck.... his lips grazed(And when his lips grazed... that meant so did his face) Wallace's cheek as he tried not to take them both to the ground.
"G-gah...!"
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Post by Wallace / Black on Jun 8, 2011 19:32:38 GMT -5
Wallace's eyebrows shot up in surprise as Steven made contact, face first.
What are you doing? he thought, fighting to keep his balance and save them both from a long fall down the stairs. Rather than strain himself pressing Steven back up the stairs - gravity was an awfully unfair foe - he moved with the momentum of Steven's fall. A hand moved to tug one of Steven's arms away from his body, sweeping outwards, as another looped around his waist.
"Five, six, seven, eight," he said cheerily, twisting on his heels to right himself again, pressed up against Steven as if they were ballroom dancing.
"Tripping on air, my dear? Even caves can't get rid of that, you know."
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Post by Steven-Stone on Jun 8, 2011 19:40:44 GMT -5
His face was completely red. Once again... Steven made a complete fool out of himself. Everytime he tried to be suave and attractive... it burst into flames. Though... this was a good start.
"O-oh! I guess you can say that. I know... I'm clumsy, alright?" He started to stutter, as he reached for the other's shoulder in that awkward position. There he was... being held like a woman. How could he be so gracefully?
"U-uhm... I'm sorry.. by the way." He was looking the other in the eyes again.
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Post by Wallace / Black on Jun 8, 2011 20:13:06 GMT -5
"And you wonder why I worry," Wallace said, sighing deeply, with an extra dramatic flutter of his lashes. He released Steven from his grip and took a small step backwards, smoothing his clothes back down; as always, preening.
"Apology accepted, however!" he said, as he paid some attention to his friend's appearance too, brushing at the suit and whisking the cape about.
"But you really should learn to be more direct," he teased, and leaned in to briefly press his lips against Steven's cheekbone.
"That was your aim, no?"
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Post by Steven-Stone on Jun 12, 2011 19:58:58 GMT -5
"Eh... It was a minor mistake, Wallace. I apologize." He spoke, before glancing away, with a hand on his face. He probably could have used more tact... couldn't he?
"Oh, thank you." He gave a gentle smile, through his embarrassment. What a kind Wallace was.
"... I... I... Uhm......" He was flustered... AGAIN. He trully didn't expect that type of response. Yet... That's what he got! A return to his affection...!
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