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Post by Wallace / Black on Jun 12, 2011 20:14:45 GMT -5
Wallace simply smiled at him for a moment before grabbing his arm and pushing him further down the path.
It wasn't that he was ignoring the other man's arduous approaches, but rather that he believed them to be better attended to outside of the public eye.
"Now, now, all's well that ends well. We haven't crashed and burned, so don't dwell on it. There's still a fair amount of walking ahead of us, you know!"
There was a new spring in his step for sure, but the air of frivolity that surrounded him was just the same. He hummed softly as he pushed Steven ahead of him, hands on his shoulders, sidestepping the flapping cape.
"At this rate we won't even make it in time for lunch," he said, all but marching Steven down the hill. "Better pick up the pace, hmm?"
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Post by Steven-Stone on Jun 13, 2011 19:32:00 GMT -5
"Oh... Well, That's true. I haven't gotten you killed just yet." He smiled gently, while moving along. He felt hurt in a way. He felt his cheeks burning from his ridiculous display.
"Uhm.... I'm sorry! I didn't plan to be this slow... You don't expect me to run, do you?"
A sigh passed Steven's lips, as he started to take a teasing jog. Why was Wallace suddenly in such a hurry? That seemed unlike him to want to move things along....
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Post by Wallace / Black on Jun 13, 2011 19:53:40 GMT -5
Wallace quickened his pace to match Steven's job, long legs swinging effortlessly in time. He quirked an eyebrow.
"I didn't expect it of you, but it seems you're one step ahead," he said, still humming. His home was looming closer and closer with every passing second; finally, he thought wryly.
As they continued down the path, he lifted a finger to Steven's face, poking lightly right where his lips had brushed earlier. The man's cheeks were still pink, and not simply from windburn. Wallace smiled, sincerely apologetic this time, and said, "I apologize for this, Steven. I didn't think you'd be so flustered."
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Post by Steven-Stone on Jun 23, 2011 12:06:33 GMT -5
He sighed gently, while gazing from the corner of his eye at Wallace. Everything he did was perfect and elegant. Wallace really looked like a Portrait come to life. He was almost envious was that fact. That was a lie... He WAS envious.
"... Well, I'd prefer not to waste anymore of your precious time then absolutely necessary. We're both really busy, you know that... Haha." He spoke with a hush to his voice now.
"Yes Wallace?" He glanced to the prodding he was getting.
"E-eh... I should be the one to apologize, not you.... It's not a problem, Wallace. Don't worry, Alright...?"
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Post by Wallace / Black on Jun 23, 2011 18:33:03 GMT -5
"I won't at all, if you say so," Wallace answered, smiling innocently as he dragged his finger lightly down Steven's cheek and across his jawline. He pulled away, then, pretending as if that had never happened.
They were pulling close to his home now, the white stucco facade merely yards away. It was a simple affair, really; Sootopolis was not a place suited to fancy architecture. No Grecian columns or engravings adorned the sides, only a handsome hardwood door and large glass windows.
As they approached, Wallace fished a jingly set of keys from his pocket, unlocking front door and beckoning Steven inside.
"Now, for some food, hmm?" he said, the glint returning to his eyes.
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Post by Steven-Stone on Jun 27, 2011 13:17:38 GMT -5
He blinked twice, while staring at the other in a flabbergasted way. Did he really.... That man is just teasing him..! of all the rotten..... He sighed in response to the action, and played the same game. It didn't happen, right?
"I'd love that. I really am hungry, though I wouldn't want to admit it. I promise I won't eat a lot." He gave a gentle chiming laugh, as he stepped into that lovely abode. Wallace really knew how to add his fashion to everything. The decor was absolutely breath-taking. he felt like he was in a Metropolitan city, rather than a dainty house in Sootopolis.
"You... certainly know how to make a room shine, don't you?"
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Post by Wallace / Black on Jun 27, 2011 13:34:34 GMT -5
Wallace waved the comment aside, saying "Oh, it's nothing. Just strategic placement of mirrors and windows," as he clicked the door shut behind them. If the decor could distract Steven so much, he wondered what his cooking would do.
As it was, he swept past his friend, motioning for him to sit at the living room sofa. Everything in the room was off-white; the tiled floor with the thin burgundy veins, fluffy white carpet underfoot, and stiff canvas-covered couches. Only the table in the middle was dark, a handsome aged teak.
"Sit," Wallace said, "it'll be a while before the food is ready."
And with that, he breezed into the kitchen, the clacking of his heels echoing through the building as he collected the ingredients.
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Post by Steven-Stone on Jun 27, 2011 19:27:59 GMT -5
"... That's a tad under spoken, but oh well, I guess I can understand... I never took you for the modest type." He raised a brow slowly. When he sat down, he leaned back with a gentle sigh. For some reason, he was absolutely exhausted. He ended up flopping down with his head on the arm rest, eyes shutting. Steven really wasn't much of a guest.
"I understand. And I know it'll be top notch, just like everything else you do." He said with a gentle smile, while resting his hands on his stomach.
"I hope I didn't ask for too much... Did I?"
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Post by Wallace / Black on Jun 27, 2011 19:37:29 GMT -5
"Of course not!" Wallace called back from the kitchen, now echoing with the sound of clanking pots and pans. "You, my friend, are unobtrusive as a rock. Feeding you is the least I could do, if you shook off all your moss to roll all the way here for me."
It was no trouble at all, really. Of all things to ask for, Steven had quite possibly chosen the simplest - alfredo sauce wasn't much more than cream, cheese, and garlic. Though of course, Wallace had a few tricks up his sleeve. He set several sprigs of green onion on the side of the chopping board before swishing away.
"Any preference for pasta, dear?" he asked, setting a pot of water to boil next to the saucepan. It would only take a moment to get the sauce ready, but boiling pasta was a sensitive matter.
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Post by Steven-Stone on Jun 27, 2011 20:27:10 GMT -5
"Oh.... Good." He took a gentle breath, taking in the scent of the house. Everything smelt great. For some reason, he felt more relaxed than he had in quite some time. maybe it was just from the other's presence. He felt a peaceful aura about the whole area. From what he had been dealing with besides the rocks and gems.
"No, no. I can imagine you'll have something great in store for me when you make it. I trully trust your cooking excellence." He raised his hand up to where the other could see, just to flick his wrist, in that lazy and blissful fashion. What a nice man.
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Post by Wallace / Black on Jun 27, 2011 20:43:26 GMT -5
Wallace smiled over his shoulder, eyeing the mop of silver hair showing from the armrest and the pale wrist that peeked out from his friend's dark suit. He'd certainly made himself at home.
"Conchiglie it is, then," he said, pulling a box of the shell-shaped pasta from his cupboards. They were excellent for scooping up sauce, and there was hardly any way to slurp them and get alfredo all over your clothing. He spilled the lot into the pot of water with a dash of salt and left it to cook on its own.
For the next couple of minutes the house was silent, save for the occasional click of his knife and the soft shnick of grating cheese. He slid it into the saucepan with cream, a good deal of garlick, parsley, and a pinch of green onion. The pasta cooked through just as he finished stirring the sauce to completion. He drained it and left it to sit cooling in the collander as he collected two plates, separating the pasta into two batches and pouring the sauce liberally over the top.
Always one for presentation, Wallace garnished the two heaping plates with sprigs of rosemary before sauntering back into his living room.
"Steven!" he called, "food is ready. Don't tell me you've fallen asleep."
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