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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Feb 24, 2015 3:04:24 GMT -8
Marchese- "Heheheheheheheh. Quite."
Marchese took his time unbuttoning his shirt, his large eyes taking in everything that was there to be seen. He leaned against the door frame, shirtless and with his thumbs tucked through his belt loops, waiting for Quinn with an admiring gaze. Marchese- "You remind me so much of little Santi... Might you ever plan to have a more, hm, high ranking position in this family?"
Out in the pool, August could tell the water would be horrifyingly cold to a human being, but it didn't sting his skin or send him shuddering. The sound of the nearby traffic was a gentle roar and the night sky was a flat, starless void. The chlorine vapor mixed with the seaweed smell of the waterfront, and wind rippled the pool water. Two birds flew above, absurdly high, and circled in lazy arcs. One light, and one dark.
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Post by Sir Milo Quartermass on Feb 24, 2015 15:58:25 GMT -8
Quinn didn't like the way this was going. Oh no sir, he did not. He didn't change just yet...not unless he didn't have another otpion. He was sure if he were human he would have blushed under Marchese's scrutiny."Ah...that really is dreadfully flattering but...I'm not much to look at, you see. So maybe it's best if I stay as I am?" The comparison to Santi didn't surprise him, but the question about rank and position did. "I...well I don't know. I hadn't really taken time to consider something like that..." He subconsciously turned his face slightly to the side, shy and not sure he liked being focused on so intently.
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Feb 24, 2015 21:18:07 GMT -8
Marchese- "Oh really now, are you going to swim in your full regalia and get your crisp little vest soggy? It's just us boys here, you know. E 'solo la famiglia!"
Marchese- "Don't be shy of your looks, at least give us the chance to judge for ourselves. Heh heh."
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Feb 24, 2015 21:44:12 GMT -8
An August popped up from the pool, oblivious to the odd bird pairing above."Ya don't even feel the cold!" "Don't take it personal, Mr. Marchese. Quinn 's ya typical shy guy artiste. Maybe he ain't a strong swimmer neither, are ya Quinn? Like they say, you can take a horse to water but ya can't make him swim!"
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Post by Sir Milo Quartermass on Feb 24, 2015 22:06:09 GMT -8
Quinn flashed a grateful smile at August and padded over to at least sit at the edge of the pool with his knees tucked under his chin."Alas, August boyo is quite correct. I was never properly good at swimming...."
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Feb 24, 2015 22:13:33 GMT -8
Marchese- "There's no risk in drowning now, give it a go!" He gave Quinn a powerful shove into the cold water. Marchese- "Ahahahahahahaha! I can give you 'mouth to mouth' if you need any help. Hahahaha!"
((wet Quinn gfx to come shortly ))
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Feb 24, 2015 22:30:04 GMT -8
"LAWDAMIMBO!" August wasn't sure whether to rush to help his friend or give him space. Poor hambalos.
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Post by Sir Milo Quartermass on Feb 24, 2015 22:32:45 GMT -8
Quinn let out his second highly undignified sound of the evening, quickly followed by a splash. He came up spluttering a moment later, reaching out for the edge of the pool."Stars and garters!"
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Feb 24, 2015 22:48:40 GMT -8
Marchese could hardly stand, he was laughing so hard. Once he'd gained a little composure, he knelt down by the pool's edge, and offered his hand. Marchese- "Sorry about that, little friend. Here let me--" He yanked the hand away before Quinn could grab it, (whether he even tried or not) and went back to laughing uproariously. Marchese- "Ahahaha, ohhoho... I can't believe you fell for that! Ahahaha... hoooo...!"
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Feb 24, 2015 22:58:31 GMT -8
August swam over and tried to pull Marchese into the water, two could play at this game. Or a trio as it was. "It's your turn now, hambalos!"
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Post by Sir Milo Quartermass on Feb 24, 2015 23:10:24 GMT -8
Marchese would have plenty to laugh at since Quinn actually DID reach for his hand...only to slip with a splash back into the water. When he came up again, he clung to the side like a monkey as if he were afraid he actually could drown. His hair hung sodden in his face since he was too discombobulated to move it out of his eyes."Don't chuck him in on top of me, lad!" He said to August when the other reached to pull Marchese in.
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Feb 24, 2015 23:31:48 GMT -8
Marchese let himself be pulled in, laughing all the way. Marchese- "Ohohoho, I didn't even get my pants off! The two of you really missed out. " The water seemed all the more bouyant with the dead men's pathetically light bodies. If poor Quinn's empty lungs filled with water though, he might find himself sitting on the bottom. Marchese made sure to be extra touchy with anyone who might be close by, easily played off as poolside antics.
Marchese- "What fun, this reminds me of the times I spent on the beaches of Kallas some centuries ago. Though this is the rather frigid version, everyone there was so bronzed and warm-blooded. Oh, frigid is not the proper Glennish word... Heheh, I'm sure the two of you could prove that to me..."
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Post by Sir Milo Quartermass on Feb 24, 2015 23:42:19 GMT -8
Quinn tried his best to stay out of the way of roving hands, but he didn't always succeed. He shot August big 'save me' puppy dog eyes discreetly while answering Marchese."It's not entirely correct, but frigid still works. We know what you mean anyway..." ((It's about 2:45 here, so I'm gonna dip for the morning, guys))
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Feb 25, 2015 1:11:09 GMT -8
Unfortunately for Quinn, August was too busy avoiding the 'playful' Marchese's antics himself. "Eh.. It is pretty darn cold and we ain't gonna get a suntan anytime soon..." "Maybe it'd be more like Kallas if we had a beach ball in here."
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Feb 25, 2015 3:04:03 GMT -8
Marchese got a far away look in his eyes, as he idly floated, fingers seeking for something to touch.
Marchese- "Who would have thought that death would be so freeing? In those days I jabbed a quill under my nails for each time I let my mind wander to playful indiscretions. At the monastery we packed gravel into our shoes so we would be mindful of our steps as we prayed, always remembering our unworthiness. But now, I am free. God told me that I was worthy of living once more, and this time without the burden of shame. He doesn't want us to spend our days groveling at his feet. Io sono nel tuo cuore, e tu vivere per sempre."
Marchese- "If I get on my knees now, it's because I want to! Amirite? Ahahahaha..."
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