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Post by Oz Bezarius on Nov 14, 2009 18:12:22 GMT -5
[/i] to join him for something to drink in the kitchen to keep the warm and cozy. Watching the black covered man, he smiled as the door was opened for him. That was another thing that Oz liked about Gil: he was always courteous and polite, even to males. Mostly to him, but he had his sense of manners. He didn't seem to do well with girls, but he knew for sure that he would be just as polite. Besides, Alice, of course. He didn't think he would be that polite to her unless they were having a good day and not arguing with each other. Those days came rare, though. Walking out of the room, he perked up a bit at hearing Gilbert's voice, his head turning back to look at him. "What to do," he mused, thinking to himself as he lifted his arms behind his head and reclined against them, walking relaxed down the hall after waiting an appropriate amount of time for Gilbert to shut the door and catch up. "How about we bundle up and get some fresh air?" he asked, tilting his head back and giving a playful grin at the servant and friend. "Unless you don't want to, of course," he added, letting the grin fall back into a smile. "We could also stay in and play some card games or something," he continued, pursing his lips as he thought about it. That was when a bright gasp escaped his lips as he swung his leg and smiled more. "We can even invite Alice and maybe Miss Sharon and Break to join us! That way we can all enjoy each other's company!" It was obvious he wasn't used to leaving someone out of a fun time. He was always considerate of everyone, even Eliot, who showed no interest but yelling at him. "What do you say, Gil? Wouldn't it be fun?"[/color][/ul] ooc || ` Bah, your posts are fine the way they are! <3 Pardon that for being short, too. ;; )[/size]
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Post by Nevermore Raven on Nov 14, 2009 23:50:34 GMT -5
Once Oz left, Gilbert shut the door. It wasn't like they'd be returning to that room, right? Especially after the boy had his mind set on something, there wasn't taking anything back. Whether it was a room, or something completely different. It had always been like this, right? The answer to that was all but obvious. Right as he aimed to let go of the doorknob before him, his master had exclaimed something about inviting the others.
What was before that, he couldn't quite catch. That was all his mind dwelled on, and his entire being froze. Honestly, why would they need the others? His company apparently wasn't enough. So was that whole scenario before this false? Even if he had thought Oz had been truthful? Shaking any doubts off, letting go of the doorknob, he turned to the boy next to him. He didn't see a grin, as he expected, rather; he was smiling.
Again, with guilt. If anything, he wanted to shoot the feeling, leave it somewhere out of his life, to where it could haunt him no longer. Yet, he'd have no such luck. Ever. He was too quick to assume things, the worst. This time, he done it with Oz. Why was he so hesitant to invite the others, more so now then before? There was a time he wouldn't care, and let them all do whatever the hell they wanted, but now...
Simple. He was getting too close. Clingy. As he had been. Perhaps that was bad, but perhaps it wasn't entirely so. No one had ever been there for him, cared for him, or showed him any means of affection, but the young master. Lacking something for that long, it could tear one in two. He managed, until now. He was human, after all. Who was he to deny all of this? Even if 'this' couldn't be defined.
Any happiness he held before was replaced with slight sorrow. "I... They're here, with us, everyday...." He murmured, sparing a glance at one of the walls. Even if he hadn't been here for ten years, it was still nostalgic. "I don't see why it'd hurt... just... the two of us?" He probably sounded like an idiot, and he doubted Oz would comply with his wishes. Even if he was a friend, he was still a servant. Whatever Oz wanted, the boy would receive, hands down. Whether he decided against it, or not.
He slowly brought his gaze back to Oz, and swallowed. He hadn't recalled any moment in time when his master had so much as neglected him. Even if he had odd ways of showing it. Why did he fear so, now? It all seemed to come down to one thing. Losing Oz, and jealously. His loyalty helped none, either. It never did. Especially when it was only focused on one individual. Which was fine, until he got hurt for it...
((Oh, it's fine. Really, though? Yours are lovely as well~))
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Post by Oz Bezarius on Nov 21, 2009 16:01:03 GMT -5
[/color][/ul] ooc || ` Dx Forgive that. Lack of inspiration is lacked. ;; )[/size]
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Post by Nevermore Raven on Nov 25, 2009 15:39:40 GMT -5
((Neh, it's fine... I'm rather brain dead as well, and lost hope in conversing on Skype... Thus, I assume I'll be talking here more. Pardon, for the late response, as well.))
Gilbert followed like a mindless puppet, if that's what you'd compare it to. He was silent, and obliged to any unsaid orders concerning the idea of walking with, or following, his master. Though that came to a sudden halt as Oz stopped, and turned to face him sgain. How many times had he done this already? It wasn't like he was one to count, or nor did he really care. His golden eyes never left the boy before him, none the less.
That was, until the boy started talking, and joking about the matter. Gil was never one for jokes, and generally overreacted about such things. Oz knew this, which was where the actions came from, surely. He lowered his gaze, murmuring about how he didn't care if the others were mad, because he didn't. Whom were they to intrude on his 'bonding time' with Oz, anyhow?
The distraction didn't remain, and the boy before him now started heading for the kitchen, which Gil followed in the same pace before, not even thinking to rush. Even though it was nice he got to spend time with his master, he wasn't too thrilled over the fact that the company would be shared with... drinks. Meaning some time had to be taken out of the day, just to make the things. Odd how such things crossed his mind.
The next words were almost unexpected, causing the raven-haired male to blink. Oz enjoyed his company? Surely this was known before, but the reassurance was... Heartwarming, one might call it. Although he wasn't too aware if he had a heart, or if he did have one, it was probably freezing. Nothing too compassionate or worth interest, surely.
He only smiled and nodded, giving his acknowledgment, before following his master into the kitchen, and in attempt to keep his mind off how nostalgic this room would be, too, he watched Oz reach for the glasses, in a failed attempt. He felt guilty... Why wasn't he helping? He scowled, about to take one step forward before the blond spoke up, and flashed that stupid smile of his... Which Gil just so happened to adore. Damn it. So much for deterring those previous feelings as he had intended.
"Fine," He replied after a few moments, biting his lip afterward. He hoped he wasn't blushing, wouldn't be surprising if he was. For that seemed to be a natural reaction of his. Oh, how he hated it, too. Finally taking the initiative to go over there, and pull the glasses down, he lightly pushed Oz to the side. So he wouldn't have to deal with having to reach over him, and be too close then they needed to be. Things were bad enough as they were.
Grabbing two of the glasses, Gil set the items on the counter before closing the cabinet door. "There," He stated, motioning toward the glasses. Afraid to say anything else, for fear of sounding too stupid.
(Fail post is fail.)
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Post by Oz Bezarius on Dec 7, 2009 15:44:22 GMT -5
[/color][/ul] ooc || ` It is not. Hush you ~ and sorry, this post isn't that . . . good.)[/size]
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Post by Nevermore Raven on Dec 21, 2009 1:22:12 GMT -5
Gilbert felt bad, honestly. Instead of offering to help, he just put the duty on Oz. How annoying...! He was about to apologize for that, before the boy started setting up items and such. Well, too late for that... Then came a question from Oz, causing Gil to blink, and further focus his gaze on the blond. "Yes, and it's fine. Are you sure you don't want me to make your drink for you..? I mean, you could burn yourself-" He cut himself off, he wasn't one to lecture, but he was worried. What if Oz got hurt? It'd be his fault, plus it was his job to serve, not Oz's...
After hearing the other comment, Gilbert murmured a slight 'Nevermind' to his recent intervention of his sayings earlier. Leaning on the counter, he watched Oz work. He was no longer interested in the drink, but how often did he get to be this close to the boy, even watch him, for that matter? It was odd to see even after all those years, he still looked the same. How he remembered him, and was in one piece. How he was thankful for that..
(Next paragraph will be.. crack..)
Again, with questions, and this one he didn't know the answer to. "I don't... know.." He admitted blandly, and this was about the same time Dennis entered the situation. As quietly as he could, he broke through the window, and slithered into the kitchen. To his alarm, the walkie talkie that has his informant on the other line had been tampered with because of the snow! Plus, there was a snowflake on his shades, thus made the box pissed and he freaked out beyond all imagination.
Jumping on the counter, so ninjaly the others couldn't see, he stole Gilbert's glass, and threw it at none other but Gil! It missed, you see, and instead was heading toward Oz. So thus Dennis failed in his attempts to demolish Gil, it fell off the counter top.
Things went so fast, and Gil couldn't believe that he missed this spontaneous disturbance in the kitchen, once he found out about this, he practically leapt for Oz. "Watch-" He could have 'only' been hit by the glass, but Dennis tackled him down in the meanwhile, thus, he fell. Oz hit the floor before he, and he loomed above him, probably a very bad position to be in at the moment.. and he realized it.
"O-Oz..." He murmured, eyes widening at not only this, but whatever got them in this situation in general. What the hell even did happen. "I-I.. there was something about to hit you.. S-so..!" He couldn't even explain why this was so, and he didn't even move. Brilliant. He was so dumb.. and Oz probably thought the worse of him right now. Why did things have to be like this...?
Bad news! That strike missed too, thus the box slowly withered, and it trailed off into one of the cabinets. Where it was dark, and it'd slowly recover.. only to try to defeat Gilbert another day..
(Neh, yours was fine and this one is just.. Weird...!)
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