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 No Giving [UP], Chase//Stephalump
theodor phoenix fahks
 Posted: Feb 19 2013, 12:39 PM
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I remember how we used to play. I recall those rainy days, the fires glowed, that kept us warm. And now I find, we're both alone. Goodbye may seem forever, farewell is like the end. But in my heart's a memory, and there you'll always be.
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Sitting in the little pizza parlor that was a block or so from Chase's place, Theo felt his phone vibrate again. Running a hand through his hair, he froze in place. Theodora? He felt his face redden, and he quickly looked around to make sure no one had seen his reaction. Why was he the Princess? Typing out a reply, he exhaled through his nose and pulling his legs up to sit cross-legged on the chair. Sticking his phone back into his jacket pocket, he let his head rest back against the cool glass.

This is what he needed.

Ever since Maren had found him at his lowest of lows, he felt as if he wouldn't find that little ray of sunlight that would keep his head above the Darkness. Maren was his anchor, keeping him from going astray. She called him every morning, and requested that they get put back on the same shifts again. Even though Theo begged her not to, that she didn't have to change her schedule just for him- but she was persistent and made it happen anyways. She even checked on him throughout the day to make sure he was alright. A weak smile spread across his face as the phone went off in his pocket again, he pulled it out and gave his head a small shake.

Typing up a reply once more, his reactions were still off from the terrible way he had treated his body, and he couldn't do anything other than cry out at his phone when he sent the message calling Chase 'Copper,' instead of 'Cooper.' The horror stricken look upon his face had a couple customers staring at him, and he quickly composed himself and apologized with a darker blush upon his cheeks than before. With record setting texting skills, he sent a reply blaming his auto-correct. Hopefully, and this is the only time Theo had thought it since he met Chase- that he wasn't Copper, and he wouldn't freak out.

He couldn't let Copper see him in this state. That isn't how their first meeting should go.

Turning in his seat, Theo kept his head rested against the glass, waiting on the pizza he was offering Chase for letting him come over. His stomach growled, and he wrapped his arm around it to try and keep the pains away. He still wasn't eating like he should be, but Maren didn't need to know that. So as he sat there in the parlor, surrounded by baking pizzas and sizzling pasta bowls, he couldn't help but close his eyes to keep from looking like a madman.

Apparently he was hungrier than he thought.

His phone went off again, and Theo's face just flushed harder. Even though it had been a month or so since him and Chase had met, he couldn't help but question whether or not the boy was flirting with him or just joking around. Granted, this was probably forming from his internal arguments about his feelings towards the boy. His name was called and he jerked it up to stare at the young woman behind the counter with a slightly confused expression. She was holding out the large box for him.

Oh. Right. The pizza.

Laughing weakly at his foolishness, he paid for dinner and gave her a nod of his head. He apologized and weaved through the line of customers that had suddenly came out of no where, thankful that the pizza was nice and warm as a breeze brushed past him.

Even though Maren was against it, she encouraged Theo to go out tonight. He really just thought it best to lounge about on the couch another night, letting Tobi sleep on his neck like he use to when Theo would sleep; but something was eating at the corners of his brain. Something was telling him to stop having a pity party and go apologize to Chase. Good thing too, because he had to keep his mind focused on something apart from the warm pizza box that was tempting him. He had gotten the largest pizza they offered, covered in double pepperoni, chicken, ham, and bacon. Hopefully Chase wouldn't mind.

Making his way through the quiet sidewalk, Theo kept his conversation with Chase going. He couldn't believe how Chase had taken the foam sword comment, and his face was still red from the Princess talk. Chase's sense of humor might be the death of him one of these days. Stopping at a crosswalk, he sent his reply about offering to do his dishes. How hard would it be to rinse them off and stick them in a dishwasher? Why was Chase making such a big deal about dishes anyways? It wasn't like he used anything more than utensils, right? After all, he was the Take-Out King.

Crossing the street with a couple other passerbyers, Theo checked the numbers on the buildings until he came to Chase's building. He knew he was still out for his run with Red, so he didn't mind waiting. She was more important than Theo.

Looking up at the gray and gloomy sky, he sighed through his nose. The smell of rain brought a heavy shiver through his body, and he pushed away the linger thought of his last night in his world. This isn't what he needed to think about. Not when he was trying to put the "I'm okay" facade across Chase. He smiled softly as he thought about the blonde friend he had made. At least, he could call him a friend, right? Chase had mentioned him as a friend, and his Princess too- apparently, in his last text, so yes. They were friends.

His chest tightened a bit, wondering why Chase was making him feel that way that he did when thought about him in depth. His phone went off, and he groaned softly and let his head thump softly against the brick of the building. Just because Theo had told him he wasn't being cute, didn't mean he had to bring up cheeks, did it? Shutting his eyes, he thought about the cocky grin Chase was probably wearing at his witty comment, and Theo felt his stomach do a little flip. A flash a panic shot through him, and he quickly pushed the thought aside. It was only doing that because he was hungry. Yes.

His stomach was obviously full of butterflies because he was hungry. Not because he was thinking of the cheeky blonde boy with the tousled hair and heart melting grin.

Sending him a reply questioning his ability to walk through doors with his ego, Theo gave a small chuckle. It felt foreign to his ears, and he blinked rapidly a few times. Had he really fallen down into his own Darkness that far, that he forgot what his chuckles and laughs sounded like? Dropping his phone into his jacket pocket, he ran his hand through his hair. It had grown a bit since he last saw Chase, and he knew the Princess comment would come back without a second thought crossing Chase's mind. Maybe he should have gotten a foam sword. Or a bat. They made foam bats, right? Either way, he was going to need something to bust that precious ego of Chase's down with.

Another breeze caressed his flesh and he shivered, holding the pizza close. Normally it wouldn't bother him, but after the hardships he put his body through, he was just praying he wouldn't get sick. He was just about to cave and start eating, when he heard the familiar bark of Red, and he looked up to see her and Chase making their way towards the entrance way. A warm, welcoming smile split across his face, and it hurt. He hadn't smiled that wide in ages.

Sitting the too large pizza box on the collection of mailboxes for the apartment, he knelt down and opened his arms for the gorgeous red Husky he picked out for Chase. As she pretty much jumped into his embrace, he wrapped his arms around her and nuzzled his cheek against her muzzle. "Hey there Beautiful. You look fantastic!" As he scratched her thoroughly behind her ears, he shot Chase a playful glare. "And I wasn't talking about you, either." Laughing softly, he nuzzled his forehead against hers before standing back up again. Brushing his pant legs off, he actually looked at Chase and felt his breathe catch in his throat.

The grin that Chase worse upon his face made Theo's chest hurt, and he licked at his lips to try and find the right words. His memory did no proper judgement on how Chase looked as he stood before him. Forcing out a weak laugh, he scratched at the back of his neck. Unable to find any proper words to saw, he quickly pulled the large pizza box from the mailboxes and showed Chase his offering.

"I-uh, got us some pizza. If... uh- if that's alright?" He swallowed hard and tried to look everywhere but at Chase. He was finding that even harder, and finally settled on fixing his gaze upon Chase's face. "That is, if the Chores Monster doesn't get to it first."

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 Posted: Feb 19 2013, 11:52 PM
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Today was the day. A day that was a long time coming. The magical day in which dirty dishes and filthy laundry would finally be taken care of. The day that would go down in the history books as infamous! A miracle! It was the day that Chase would finally tackle his list of chores. It was one of those days when, despite being busy or having work in the morning, you wanted to be productive. The kind of day where that tragic mess finally pissed you off so much that you just couldn’t handle it and had to bring out the yellow rubber gloves and Mr. Clean that had gathered dust under your sink and show them who the boss was. But of course, things couldn’t always go according to plan. He had intended to scrub the kitchen down the moment he got home from work, throwing his dirty apron and chef coat into the pile of laundry closest to the exit, but when he stepped into the doorway he had been met with a sudden urge to find something better to do. It was daunting! The dishes were laughing at him, sneering even. The empty cabinets mocked him with their brutal barrenness. He could feel his willpower being drained, reducing him to a weak man grasping at straws for a reason to turn away. But alas none had come. He was excuse-less, and so there was but one thing to do. The dishes. It was when he had quite nearly turned the water on and began his hunt for the foreign substance known as dish soap, that he received the first text message. It was Theo, or Teddy as Chase had input in his cell. Although he was filled with confusion by the sudden communication from the ginger, he couldn’t help the smile that curled to his lips as his fingers moved across the keys. He hadn’t heard from Theo since the night he got Red, a part of himself being half convinced he had only acted friendly to get the dog adopted. He had sent a small number of texts after that night, stupid texts about random things he had seen, or simple greetings to initiate conversation. None of which were returned. So he stopped, not wanting to seem desperate or like he was pestering the boy. He had been disappointed, though he couldn’t guess why. They had only just met! He couldn’t have honestly expected a friendship out of a chance meeting. But he did… A few more messages were exchanged, each one slowly but surely bringing Chase out of the kitchen and into the living room where he sat on the couch, scratched Red behind the ears idly. It was nice to hear from him again, to at least know he hadn’t fallen off the face of the Earth and plummeted to his death. Theo wanted to apologize? His brow furrowed at the message and he sat for a moment wondering why he could possibly want to apologize. Did he feel guilty for not returning the messages? He shouldn’t. They had no obligation to one another. They were just strangers, even though that had acted like old friends. That realization hadn’t stopped Chase from checking his messages every night just to make sure he hadn’t missed a text from the boy. He had told himself that Theo was just a stranger… but he never sounded convincing enough to make himself believe. All good friends started out as strangers… the connection they had… it was very real. Before he knew it, Chase had abandoned the plan to tackle his chores, and exchanged it for a last minute run with Red. He changed out of the rest of his work clothes with lightning speed, his checkered pants being reunited with his chef coat and apron, replacing them with his running gear, all while trying to juggle putting a leash on Red and messaging Theo back. He knew she shouldn’t rearrange his schedule to accommodate someone who didn’t have the decency to respond back to a simple ‘hello’ text. But like a shunned girlfriend, he couldn’t turn his back. This was his chance to get some answers and maybe figure out what had happened. Theo was obviously still interested in a friendship with him, otherwise he would have gone completely ignored. Besides, it wasn’t like the dishes couldn’t wait a day. This was just the excuse he was looking for. The feeling of the cool February air was refreshing against his face as he ran, making his cheeks and nose turn a light shade of pink. The briskness he felt prickling at his skin, fighting the warmth that permeated through him from the exercise was exhilarating, and enough to distract him from his life for a few solid moments. The sound of his feet against the pavement, each breath he took, each bark Red released into the air. This was what he remembered loving about being a dog, the ability to run for hours and not feel it. The way his body moved when he caught a scent and chased the vermin from their hiding spots. Running reminded him of home, of a better time before all the hate and bloodlust had come into his life. Of a time when he could escape to chase crickets with Tod, or play hide and go seek. This was good for him, in more than one way. The humans here called it a runner’s high, the uplifting feeling you got when your ran, your brain releasing endorphins or whatever. It pulled him into a state of euphoria, making it that much easier for him to send playful messages each time his phone buzzed in his short’s pocket. But that all came to a dead halt, both his heart and his body stopping mid run, when he read the message from Theo. He had to reread the message… over and over again to make sure his eyes weren’t playing tricks on him. Copper. Did Theo know who he was? Had he somehow figured out that he wasn’t who he said he was? Fear took over and he bit his lip, his fingers moving over phantom keys, typing a message in the empty air. The sudden message about it being an auto-correct mistake allowed for him to catch his breath, but the feeling of horror and whirlwind of confusion stuck around as he stumbled through his next message, trying to play it off that he was unfazed by what it said. The more he thought about it, the more he recognized that it probably was an honest mistake. The names had only one letter difference. That had to be it. Autocorrect. That’s what he got for picking a name so close to home. After that short moment he spent standing there like an idiot, trying to catch his breath, he began the last sprint home. In the back of his mind he still wondered if Theo was someone from home… if he was Tod. But he had convinced himself that he would recognize the fox no matter what. He was in the last leg of the journey when his phone buzzed for the last time, a comment about his large ego putting a smile on his face and a comeback heavy on his fingertips as he ran. But Red didn’t quite see it the same way, and with an excited bark and jolt he was jostled from the message and forced to sprint with Red as she nearly barreled into the boys open arms. “Oh well, I always look this go—HEY!” he exclaimed with mock offense at Theo’s comment about the compliment not being aimed toward him. He knew it was a joke, and he obviously wasn’t as egotistical as he sounded. But it was always fun to play along. He was about to open his mouth with another retort when he finally let the image before him sink in. This wasn’t the ginger he had met a month ago. This boy was whittled down to nothing but skin and bones, a ghost of who he had met. The large grin on his face never left, but his eyes were cool and calculating, moving over his features and making mental notes. He could sense that things weren’t okay, shuffling awkwardly for a moment as he pulled out his keys to let them into the building. Slowly he was overcome with guilt, angry at himself for thinking ill of Theo when it looked like he was barely able to stand in front of him. He had no idea what was going on to cause the boy to look as he did, but he figured this was why he had wanted to come over… and if he was going to talk about it, he shouldn’t be pressured. “I will fight the chores monster to the death if he tries to take that pizza away. NONE SHALL PASS!” he exclaimed, throwing a fist in the air as he unlocked the door, holding it open for the boy, Red following in and already headed up the two flights of stairs. Despite Theo being in the state that he was in, Chase not knowing the extent to his abysmal look, he was glad to see him. He was glad to feel that same warm feeling he got when they first met, a reassuring feeling that made his grin widen as he took the stairs two at a time. Though, the circus tricks his stomach was performing weren't nearly as welcomed. “Now I have a mission for you. Should you choose to accept it, you are to enter the dwelling and try not to be too disgusted by how I live. Oh, and try not to get kidnapped, I don’t know if I could forgive myself.” he said with a playful wiggle of his eyebrows as he bounded the last of the stairs like an excited puppy and quickly moved to open the door Red was standing in front of. In a sweeping movement he bowed and motioned for the redhead to enter, smile playing on his lips as he followed him in, closing the door behind him. “Lovely Highness Princess Theodora,” he teased, “welcome to casa Chase!” he finished, throwing his keys to the couch and quickly surveying his apartment. Yeah, it was covered in miscellaneous piles of laundry, and the kitchen has a sink full of dishes from who knew how long ago. But otherwise, he wasn’t too embarrassed. The trash had been taken out so the smell of take-out no longer lingered in the air. He had to hand it to himself, for no preparation he wasn’t nervous at all about how his new guest would react. He watched for a long moment, peeling off his jacket and letting it drop to the floor. “Make yourself at home.”tagged: Theodora | word count: 1800 | outfit: HERE | notes: OMG WORDS! WHERE YOU COME FROM! Also, THEO I JUST WANT TO CUDDLE YOU!cassie at atf & caution.
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 Posted: Feb 24 2013, 01:09 AM
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I remember how we used to play. I recall those rainy days, the fires glowed, that kept us warm. And now I find, we're both alone. Goodbye may seem forever, farewell is like the end. But in my heart's a memory, and there you'll always be.
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Theo really couldn't help the laugh that escaped from his lips as Chase acted all surprised at his comment. He knew that the blonde would understand the joke Theo was hinting at. So as he scratched behind Red's ears gently, he felt something wash over him. Something that allowed him to feel warm as Chase stood there catching his breath. The smile Theo wore upon his face was very small on his lips, but it was one of the first smiles he had worn since his life took a dark spiral downward.

As he felt Chase's eyes looking over him. Try as he might, he couldn't help the warmth rush to his cheeks that would give away the blush he wanted to hide. He knew that Chase could see the dark rings under his eyes. That he knew the freckles that dotted along his flesh stood out more than they had a month ago. He just hoped that he couldn't see how his belt was tightened more than it usually was. Or how his shirt was baggy on him, showing off more of his neck and collarbone than he wanted. This was not Theo's best, and he felt terrible for making Chase see him like this. Part of him though, a small part, wanted Chase to see him like this. To show the boy that he needed someone. That there was a reason why all of his texts had gone unanswered.

That Theo wasn't doing well.

If Chase was thinking that- which Theo prayed he wasn't, he did a really good job at hiding it as he fished for his keys in his running shorts. Red was getting excited, and was spinning around in front of the both of them. He smiled wider this time, and lifted heavy eyes to look at Chase. Grabbing the pizza box, he took a step forward but paused as Chase let out a victory cry. "You mean, you'd do all that- for me? Why Chase, I do declare." A small laugh bubbled through his lips as he gave Chase a tiny nod before stepping through the door. As he looked around, he noticed the stairs in which Red had taken off at a leap and a bound. He felt his face fall and already his weak legs were hurting. Hopefully they wouldn't have to take very many? He wasn't too sure how long he could hold out.

Chase brushed past him and he felt a jolt of electricity surge through his arm and straight to his heart. It was similar to what Theo felt at the shelter, but it felt more intense. Almost like it had been pent up in the other boy. It was obvious that the blonde was a bundle of excitement and energy. He took the steps two at a time, and Theo just stared up at them as they bounded upward. It was honestly like watching two young pups play tag, and it made his heart ache for Copper. Why hadn't he found his friend yet?

Inhaling deeply, Theo took to the stairs at a pace he hoped would keep him from getting too tired too fast. With each step he took, and each bark he heard Red call out, he felt a little bit better. He was able to just keep the other two in his sights, as Chase's laughter echoed through his ears. It made his eyes widen and his heart skip a beat. It was so familiar, but so different all at the same time. Half way up the second set of stairs, Chase paused and grinned at Theo, wiggling his eyebrows as he mentioned a mission. Blinking rapidly, Theo tilted his head and paused mid-step as Chase told him to not get kidnapped either. "You're making me regret not buying that foam sword, aren't you?" With a soft shake of his head and a small laugh, Theo finished the hike up the stairs with just enough breath left to not be flushed.

Rolling his eyes as Chase bowed and called him "Princess Theodora," he chuckled. Chase was never going to let him live that down. Following Red in, his heart was racing as he took the first steps into Chase's home.

It was small, smaller than his own; and even though Chase had made comment after comment about it looking like a war-zone, it didn't really seem all that bad. His nose twitched, and he surveyed the area: nothing smelled rotten, so he was at least keeping things kept up with. Sure, there was some laundry on the floor and a Mt. Everest pile of dishes in his sink, you could still walk around. Taking the few short steps to the small table, he sat the pizza upon what he hoped was empty envelopes, as he undid the buttons of his coat, hanging it over the back of a chair; followed by his plaid over-shirt and his hat. He pulled the sleeves of his thermal down, trying to hide as much of his paled skin as possible, as he smiled at Chase once more.

"Really Chase, you had me scared that I would need to use force to make it through the door. Although, that sink looks like a disaster waiting to happen." He chuckled and ran a hand through his hair, shaking it out so it fell around his face. He heard the sound of Red at her water bowl, and with curiosity playing at the back of his mind, he went and checked out what Chase had set up for her. Off to the corner, she had clean bowls, both full, and a large plush bed by the couch. "At least Red's taken care of."

Turning, he had his arms crossed over his chest and he gave the place another look around. "It's actually kinda nice. Smells like.... clean linen and a hint of citrus." He twitched his nose again and rubbed at the tip of it with his index finger. He didn't mind it. He actually knew that smell, from some of the college kids that came looking through the thrift store. His boss said it was a name brand deodorant or something. "Uh... Aze? No... Axe? Was that it?" He flushed a bit, wondering why he was trying to figure out what Chase used.

He blamed his fox senses for being so keen. But it still smelled good.

He licked at his lower lip, and his stomach made a terrible noise as the combination of chicken, bacon, and garlic drifted to his nose again. If left alone with that pizza, despite it being large enough to last a normal person a week, he could probably devour that thing in one sitting and not have any second thoughts. With a weak laugh, he apologized as he scratched at the back of his neck. "Oh- uh... haha. S-sorry about that." He looked down at his shoes, biting his tongue before looking back up at Chase through some hair that fell over his eyes.

"So, I uh... really hope you don't mind me bringing a pizza. I... apparently have an appetite again." Swallowing hard, he took the short couple steps from the couch to the table and lifted the lid, inhaling deeply as it hit him like a wall of bricks. "I wasn't sure what to get, so I just had them double up on pepperoni, and added bacon, chicken, and ham. Because I apparently feel like being a carnivore tonight." Flashing a small grin at Chase, he slowly faded as the sight of the dishes caught his eye. Maybe Chase would at least let him do the dishes?

"Oh.... Well, do you even have any plates?" He didn't think Chase was serious, so he didn't take the offer of plates from the woman at the register when she offered a stack of foam plates. Maybe he should have.

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 Posted: Feb 26 2013, 04:18 PM
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The way he looked, the nervous blush on his cheeks flushing over his pale skin, he noticed. The way his clothes hung on his body as if they didn’t quite fit right, he noticed. The sickly dark rings under his eyes… the way his disposition changed at the prospect of going up stairs… the way his breathing changed at the physical movements. He noticed. All of it. But he made no indication or had any intention to let Theo know he noticed, his calculating eyes barely noticeable behind the well-practiced mask. Theo seemed awkward, almost like he was embarrassed about it. As if he was afraid of being judged for what had happened in the passing month, or so Chase assumed. Honestly, there was no way of telling what might have happened in the days of unreturned text messages, and he almost didn’t want to know what had caused his friend such distress. He had seemed so carefree when they met, so easy to talk to and befriend. It was hard for Chase to imagine him as anything but that vibrant ginger who had made him laugh so hard he cried, made his ribs hurt for days after. But here Theo was, barely a shadow of the boy he had met. A withered soul weighed down by god only knew. And it almost scared him to think that such innocence and vibrancy could be dulled and beaten away, leaving the shell damaged. So he made sure to remain quiet about it, not wanting to make the situation awkward by jumping to incorrect assumptions. Bringing everything to light when he barely had been presented with enough details to make a proper assumption would just make an ass out of him… but that wasn’t what worried him most. If Theo was as emotionally compromised as he appeared to be, Chase wanted nothing to do with making it worse by causing unneeded and unwanted grief. He wanted to help him. Make him better. Watching the redhead through the corner of his eye, he gave himself a moment to file away his worry, taking in the last detail of him pulling down his sleeves, before locking it up for later interpretation. He wasn’t going to be a Debbie Downer trying to connect puzzle pieces that very well might not fit together. This was none of his business unless and until Theo wanted it to be. With a nod of affirmation to himself, stepping out of his shoes and kicking them somewhere in his apartment, he let himself move forward and past this. A smile curled to his lips as Theo commented on the state of his dwelling, and he felt himself breathe a breath of relief. “Of course you didn’t need to use force, I was the one who opened the door. You didn’t have to feel the amount of force the Laundry Monster had on the door. I think it was trying to team up with Sock Stealer and Dish Disaster to blockade the door and start a plan for world domination. Luckily I think I thwarted those plans. You’re safe for another night.” he joked as he eyed the many piles of assorted laundry that littered his tiny apartment. He stuck his tongue out at one before looking back to Theo. “And hey! I had almost quite nearly vanquished the Disastrous Dishes today… but I got this message from this guy, you see, and that was kind of more important.” he laughed with a wink. Looking over to Red as Theo went to inspect her living, he shook his head. He really did seem to care about the animal, more so than someone who probably should working in a place where they are constantly coming and going. A small smile curled to his lips as he moved, hobbling as his balance faltered when he tried to peel off his socks. Wiggling his freed toes with a relieved sigh, he tossed the socks to a random pile and moved over to Red, patting her side gently. “This dog eats better than me and gets taken care of like a princess. No need to worry about her. She’s in good hands.” he laughed as she lifted a paw, lightly scratching at his legs until he leaned over to pet behind her ears. “Girl has me whipped.” Watching has Theo moved around his apartment, taking in how it smelled and going on to explain how it wasn’t nearly as bad as he had expected, Chase laughed. Making the small trek to a certain pile of clothes, he began the process of pulling his running shirt off, wiggling awkwardly as it clung to his skin. “Axe, you’re right.” he started with a grunt as pulled the material over his head, shaking his head as he freed himself and laughing in victory when it was discarded. “Ya know… under armor is great and all, but the damn moment you’re inside I swear it feels like you’re on fire,” he explained idly before returning to the previous conversation, turning to face Theo not quite caring about his state of undress. “It’s actually my favorite scent. It’s called Phoenix. Like your middle name.” he said with a laugh and a wiggle of his eyebrows as he maneuvered around the ginger. Through everything he was doing, peeling his clothes off so he could take a quick shower and wash the smell of b-o off of him, he hadn’t had the chance to really take in much of what the boy was wearing, other than the thermal he had pulled the sleeves of. He had to choke back a laugh, taking to only snickering behind his hand. “Sorry… sorry… I just wasn’t expecting that.” he explained, taking a deep breath to dismiss the urge to laugh. He had no idea what the characters were on the shirt and what they represented, but he could have sworn he had seen some immature teenagers running around wearing other things like it. It seemed childish, and not something he had expected to come from Theo. Especially considering how he looked. It was refreshing though, to see that even though he looked a bit like death that he could find it in him to be humorous. The thought made him smile and the urge to laugh completely disappeared. Instead, he turned his attention to the gurgling sound of his stomach and the large pizza that had been brought in. Admittedly, the smell made his mouth water and his own stomach turn in agitation from neglect. His brow furrowed at the words he used to explain his appetite, and he stopped his motions of gathering clothes and smelling them to assess their cleanliness. “Wait… Again?” He knew he told himself he wouldn’t badger the poor boy, but the word made him uneasy. Yeah, he could tell he hadn’t been eating due to how he looked, but the affirmation was something completely different. Was it a purposeful starvation? Intentional? Or what? He bit his lip as he returned to the task of finding a clean outfit to wear after his shower, hoping the boy wouldn’t notice the momentary flash of worry on his face. “Mm, I see you are well versed on the main food groups! Pizza and bacon? Fine by me.” he laughed shaking his head. With a quiet ‘aha’ he pulled a shirt and pair of jeans from the pile and finally stopped his hunt, returning to the table and draping the clothes over the back of a chair. “Do you really think I mind you bringing food? I love food! And free food is always the best.” he chuckled again before motioning to the hallway. “I’m going to go grab a shower before I stink up the place,” he started with an exaggerated face of disgust, lifting a hand and rubbing his neck. Honestly, he probably didn’t smell to a normal person. But his own sensitive nose could smell the sweat and it bothered him. He knew the boy was hungry and had come to see him, but a quick shower wouldn’t be too bad. Moving past the redhead, a hand moving across his shoulder as he maneuvered his way to the counter and grabbed a roll of paper towels. “Tah-dah! Only the finest china will do for this delectable feast!” he exclaimed, setting them on the table next to the pizza box. “I have bottled water in the fridge, a few beers, and apple juice… though I don’t think I have any clean cups. Feel free to take anything though.” he explained, moving back to his chair and clothes. “You don’t mind do ya?” he asked with a small smile, running his fingers through his hair and messing it up purposefully. “I’m starting to think I’m only going to see you when you’re starving Mister, using me just to get to food. Feel free to dig in without me,” he said with a laugh, moving to lean against the wall until he got confirmation, smile playing on his lips as he watched Theo.tagged: Theodora | word count: 1514 | outfit: HERE | notes: Sorry if its kinda blah, my computer ate my original post. anyway... THEO BABY!
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As he was surveying the place, he heard keys sliding against wood and shoes rolling off of clothes. For a place that was suppose to be a mess, it was rather organized. Everything had its own place, and nothing seemed to be where it shouldn't. Well, unless you counted the clothes on the floor. The dishes were in the sink. What Theo was hoping was mail was on the table. Chuckling ever so softly, Theo gave his head a small shake of his head. Chase was just being Chase- expanding one's expectations for a laugh or two. Theo didn't mind it though, he liked the feeling he had in his chest when he was around Chase.

Chase was carrying on about Sock Stealers and Laundry Monsters as Theo looked down the hallway that he assumed led to the bathroom and Chase's room. "Well, I must say, thank you for being a real Knight in shining.... uh..." He turned to look at Chase with a questioning expression on his face, trying to figure out how to describe his 'armor.' He hadn't noticed how the running outfit clung to his skin, and Theo sucked in a bit of breathe while his stomach did flips. He wore blue really well. Gathering his train of thought back, he was going to blame his silence on figuring out what the blonde was wearing. "Uh... spandex? I... suppose?" Giving the boy an awkward shrug with an expression that read: 'I-don't-even-know'.

"....I got this message from this guy...."

The words played in his mind, and he was thankful he had turn to check on Red. It hid the dark red blush that made his cheeks feel as if they were on fire. I'm not that important. Why would you stop your quest in slaying the Disastrous Dishes to talk to me? He felt guilty, and surely it was playing on his face as he stared down at the floor. His stomach tightened in a mixture of hunger, regret, and those cursed butterflies. He almost voiced those thoughts out loud, but he was distracted by a damp nose pressing against his hand and he smiled down at the red husky with the heterochromia eyes. It was honestly her most exciting feature, and as Theo knelt down to scratch behind her ears and nuzzle his forehead against her muzzle, he saw Chase stumbling from the corner of his eye.

Looking up at the blonde with a soft smile upon his lips, he saw how he looked at the two of them. He felt his smile fall just a fraction, knowing that he shouldn't be as close to her as he was. He couldn't help it though. She was a sweet dog, and was the first one he was able to check up on without having to take her back to the shelter. Those calls were terrible, and he honestly despised making them.

Slowly he stood up, avoiding Chase's eyes as he patted her side and petted her behind the ears. "Well then, how is the Princess of the castle going to feel about my intrusion?" He was trying to keep his wavering spirits up as he flashed Chase a grin. So if it meant he was to be dubbed a princess, then so be it. Continuing his short lived tour, he noted the socks that were peeking out from under the couch, and the chewed upon tennis ball under the coffee table. That linen and citrus smell still played along the edge of his nose, and he twitched his nose once again. It was strong in some spots, and weaker in others. Chase was laughing at his guess, and Theo looked up to see him struggling with his shirt.

He was going on about armor and how it was like fire, but Theo didn't hear it. His blue eyes were busy staring at Chase as the shirt stuck to him. Practically peeling off the blonde's chest and getting stuck around his head. Before he could stop himself, he stole a look at the topless Chase and his heart skipped a beat. This was something that he knew he shouldn't do. He hardly knew the boy, hell- he wasn't quite sure of his own feelings at times. There was also the thoughts of how this world thought about love and crushes, and the nightmares he had about it. Hell, he didn't even know if Chase was honestly joking or being serious with his teasings. For all Theo knew, he was just a playful guy. The jokes could just be little jabs to see people blush and feel uncomfortable.

Just as Chase's head was freed from the shirt Theo was quickly walking past him towards the table, tongue darting over his lower lip. Almost like a cue, his stomach growled and for once he was thankful for it. He was almost to the table when he heard Chase snickering. Oh God he had saw Theo looking at him. Turning on his heels to try and defend himself, he saw that Chase was looking at his shirt, and he quickly looked down and then groaned, rolling his eyes and waving Chase off. Mentally, he was sighing a heavy breath. Chase hadn't noticed, thankfully. "Oh don't even Chase."

Opening the pizza box, he didn't see Chase's methods of dressing, and he inhaled deeply. "Again? Oh. Uh..." He chuckled weakly, and kept his eyes off Chase. He didn't need to see the shame in his eyes. "I, uh. The past month's been.... well.... it's been rough for me." Clicking his tongue against the back of his teeth, he inhaled deeply as Chase mentioned taking a shower. A flush spread across his cheeks, and Theo swore to himself that he would just paint his cheeks pink so no one would really know when he was flustered. Turning his head to look at Chase as he set the roll of paper towels on the table, he stood there blinking at him for a bit, before a laugh bubbled up his throat and out his lips. "Why, I almost don't want to mar such beautiful dishware!"

He couldn't help himself. Even with the butterflies in his stomach, and the blush across his paled skin, he laughed. This was the best idea he could have had. This is what he needed, more than anything. In the back of his mind, he had it decided: no matter what were to happen, he would always come back to Chase. Whether it be for food, a relationship of sorts, or a laugh or two- he would always come back. The way being around this boy made the ice in his chest melt, and the haze from his night terrors slowly ebb away; Theo knew that this was how he was suppose to feel. Like the young kit he once was when he first met Copper.

Shaking his head and running his thumbs under his eyes, he apologized, holding onto the nearest chair to stay standing. "S-sorry! I just, I couldn't help it." A soft cough to clear his throat, and he looked at Chase with his lips pursed tightly together. "I shouldn't laugh, I really shouldn't! And oh! Apple juice! You shall forever have my heart Chase." He followed the boy as he made his way towards the hallway, and he quickly stole another glance at his bare chest before looking at the pizza.

"Are you sure? 'Cause, uh, there may not be any left when you get out...." A weak chuckle was forced out and he awkwardly shuffled his feet. None the less, he nodded to Chase, letting him know it was alright. With a wink Chase disappeared down the hallway and Theo looked down at the pizza. Licking his lips and aiming to please his stomach, he picked up a slice and took a large bite of it. His eyes fluttered to the back of his skull and he almost purred as he swallowed it. He missed this feeling, the pleasure of eating. Why did he go so long without it? Another large bite, and then another, and before he knew it, he was on to his second slice. There was a soft pawing at his feet, and he looked down to see Red sitting on her hind legs begging. Shaking his head with half of the second slice hanging from his lips, he took to the cupboards in hopes of finding at least one glass. Door after door turned up empty, and as Theo finished the second slice, he couldn't help but wonder how Chase was surviving with no clean dishware.

Licking his lips and sucking some pizza sauce from his thumb, he made another trip to the table for his third slice, and turned to stare at the mountain of dishes in the sink. As bacon and chicken mingled on his tongue, he had a thought. Maybe Theo could get by with just washing the glasses? Taking the few steps to the hallway, he peeked around the corner to make sure Chase was actually bathing, and a smirk played across his features when the sound of the shower running played against his ears. Finishing his third slice, he stood staring at the pile chewing on his lower lip.

Sliding his sleeves up, he organized the dishes so they stacked up neatly and took up less space: stacking bowls in with bowls, and cups in with cups. Suspense was coursing through him, and he searched under the sink of the bottle of dish soap- covered in a layer of dust, and gave a small cry of victory as he stopped the drain and started filling the sink. A squirt of soap, and he had the cups in the water, letting the heat from the faucet take away some of the chill he still felt from outside. Grabbing a clean sponge from the bag, he quickly set to work at cleaning the pile of glasses. His heart raced, and he couldn't wipe the grin from his face as he had them cleaned before the sink of even full.

His ears caught the sound of the shower being turned off and his heart rate increased he quickly rinsed the glasses, sticking them in the strainer and letting the water drain. Scurrying to the table, he ripped off some paper towels and dried his hands, giving the sink a once over to hide any soap evidence he tucked the towels in his back pocket. At the sound of Chase padding down the hall, Theo quickly took a glass and filled it with the sinfully delicious apple juice. He had just managed to sit down at the table when Chase appeared, and he kept his head bowed as he sipped at his glass, sleeves still rolled up. Reaching out for another slice, he swallowed hard as he felt Chase's gaze upon him. Taking another large bite from pizza slice number four, he kept his eyes trained on the table.

"'Sup?," he mumbled out from a mouthful of pizza, thankful he wasn't able to properly grin. He knew Chase would be upset, but right now, he would count it as a small victory after all the teasing Chase had put him through so far.

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 Posted: Feb 28 2013, 12:06 AM
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There was something about it. About the way the steaming water poured from the showerhead, rolling down your back and gently beating away the tension. The way the privacy of the tiny room, the door shut and locked, made you feel safe and secure. The way the water ran in such a way that all other outside noises were canceled out, leaving you alone in your solitude. The way the soap smelled as you squeezed it in your hand that left you free of inhibition. How the sweet serenade of the shower seemed to be the key to unlocking your mind. How the heat warmed your skin and made everything a shade brighter, made it okay. How everything mixed together could form to create such a magical haven, a sanctuary, a place where you could let go and just think. It had always struck him as weird, how the running water and soothing feeling of heat rolled over him could somehow unlock things he had adeptly tucked away. How it was a master key to every memory and thought he had ever had in his life, bringing to light the skeletons he prayed would stay in the closet. There was a reason such memories were never relived, a reason why things were compartmentalized and stored for a better time when he knew he could handle it better. There was a reason he didn’t want to remember every gritty detail that would send him reeling in waves of confusion, drowning with questions he would never know the answer to. But those reasons never seemed to be enough for the shower to let him be. It dragged them out of him, luring him into a false sense of security, and manipulated him into thinking it was alright to let the what-ifs in life haunt him. What if things hadn’t gone the way they had? Would he still be here right now? Attempting to take a quick shower so he could return to the boy waiting for his company in his kitchen? Would he be the person who he was today, able to find the strength to laugh and have fun in the darkest of situations? Would he be more trusting… more forgiving… able to let go and forgive himself? See himself as a better person? What if he had exacted his revenge? Would he be able to live with himself? Would he finally be happy? Would the satisfaction of avenging Chief make up for the loss of a friend? A best friend? What if he had never met Tod to begin with? Would being blissfully unaware of how a strong friendship felt be enough to make the pain go away? The betrayal he felt… the guilt… the confusion… the agony… Would it be worth it to never know? Two never know love or friendship? To never experience a broken heart? To never know himself? This wouldn’t be the first time these questions reared their ugly head, making him angry and confused, throwing his shampoo to the slippery floor in frustration and aggravation. But this would be the first time they plagued him when there was someone waiting for him. Someone waiting for a playful and carefree pup rather than an angsty and guilt ridden hound. He had come to Chase, apparently in a time of need, and he was rewarding that trust by losing control of his mind and letting shadows take over. Theo didn’t deserve that of him, he deserved more. But that didn’t stop the creeping feeling in his stomach, a sick twisting, at the thought… the fear… of another betrayal. The last person he had let into his life, had been so jovial and happy with, had turned his back on him and hurt his family. He had let Tod in, had found a best friend whom he trusted and believed that they could withstand their destinies of being enemies. Chase had betrayed his own master and mentor to make sure that the fox was safe, to preserve the memories and solidify that his loyalty toward the kit had never wavered, only to have those actions thrown back in his face, a knife firmly in his back. What if that happened again, with Theo? Stepping out of the shower, he approached the mirror and wiped away the steam, staring at his reflection with cool eyes. The person he saw wasn’t anyone he recognized and it made him sick to his stomach. The old Copper thought that way, he was distrusting and tainted by the darkness itself. But he wasn’t Copper anymore, the only thing left of his namesake being the collar he wore through the portal hidden in a drawer in his room, the engraved tag faded from the years passed. He was Chase now. He could be who he wanted, could do what he wanted, could act how he wanted, could befriend who he wanted. He didn’t have to let his past define who he was. And yet here he was, staring at his reflection, questioning himself and weighing the possibility of the ginger just a few steps away breaking him just as Tod had done years ago. He growled to himself, bowing his head and staring at the sink, gripping the edges with a white knuckled grip. The sweet melodic tunes that had manipulated him into unlocking his mind and giving up control no longer had power. The sound of draining water and whatever was going on in the kitchen met his ears and allowed for him to slowly regain his previous mindset. He was Chase. Chase Orion Cooper. He was a butcher in a shop just a few blocks away. He had a dog who he had adopted named Red and she was the sweetest thing alive. He abhorred chores and anything to do with dishes and laundry. He loved the thrill of running and working out. He had a guest in the other room waiting for him to emerge so they could have a good night. A guest who was someone he felt strongly about being friends with. Someone he didn’t want to scare away. Someone he wanted to trust. He was Chase Copper, not Copper. Not anymore. Looking back up, he met his eyes in the mirror and nodded, a small smile on his lips as he heaved a heavy sigh. He was in control again, and could feel the light mood returning to him. For a moment he wondered how long he had been in the shower, his eyes moving to the wrist watch he had wrapped around where his hand towel should have been. Fifteen minutes, give or take a few. He laughed and shook his head. Not his best timing, but all things considered it wasn’t bad. He just hoped that Theo wouldn’t take notice of it, of the amount of time it would take him to get back into a joking jovial mood. But more so, he hoped it wouldn’t take him too long to get back to being the person Theo needed him to be in that moment. The playful pup. The strong shoulder. Reaching for the clothes he had picked out, Chase sighed and rolled his eyes. He could have sworn he had grabbed them and draped them over the sink! But apparently, in his haste to get clean so he didn’t reek he had left them hanging on the back of the chair in the kitchen. Smooth move Chase, he mentally chastised with a laugh as he grabbed his towel, wrapping it around his waist and rolling it so it would stay closed. Shaking his head quickly, ridding his hair from as much excess water as he could, he opened the door and left the warmth of the bathroom to retrieve his clothes. In a matter of seconds he was standing in the doorway, smiling as he watched the ginger eating, greeting him with a mouthful of food. He chuckled to himself and shook his head. He was already beginning to feel better, watching the withered redhead at his table, the smell of bacon and chicken enticing him with its sensual ways. This was the guy who had faked a southern belle accent to play along with a bogus story, the guy who had laughed along with him and his flamboyant sarcasm, the guy who had made him laugh so hard he cried. This was the guy who had reached out to him, despite a month of time separating them from their first and only encounter. He was being trusted with something, whether or not Theo saw it that way. He wasn’t a cruel individual. He was… better than that. A smile played on Chase’s lips as he watched from the doorway, fondness in his eyes. Something struck him as odd, though, the smugness mixed with pizza that had played in the redhead’s muffled greeting. “Sorry, I’ll just be another moment. I seemed to have forgotten my clo-“ he started, about ready to make a comment about himself and laugh it off like it was nothing. But then he realized what was so odd about the picture. Juice. More importantly, what the juice was in. The cup. It only took a few seconds for his eyes to move to the sink and notice the dirty dishes stacked neatly, clean cups in his dish strainer. “What is that,” he questioned dumbly, obviously knowing the answer. His eyes shifted from the clean cup on his table to the ginger and then to the clean cups, repeating the chain until he was convinced he wasn’t seeing things. “What are those!” His arms crossed over his bare chest, still slick from droplets of water. Moving to stand by the ginger, he leaned over and plucked his cup up from the table, eyeing it scrupulously. “I thought I told you I didn’t want you doing my dishes. No, I know I told you I didn’t want you doing my dishes.” he began, his voice smooth but laced with agitation as he replaced the cup and moved to the sink, shaking his head at the new order it had been put in. Never before had he thought he would get angry about something so trivial. It was just dishes for Christ’s sake. It wasn’t like Theo had cleaned his whole apartment and then decided it needed new furniture and a fresh coat of paint, though admittedly, it did. It was simple, just dishes. And even more so, just cups. But the rational part of his brain had turned off and logic no longer had any say. Just dishes had turned into deliberate disobedience to his wishes. And while it was just a shallow anger toward Theo that would fizzle in moments, that left him with a raised brow and stern look on his face, he felt himself grow guilty. He hadn’t wanted Theo to do his chores. They were his dishes, meaning his responsibility. He had only warned him about the mess, not because he was fishing for help, but because he didn’t want the boy to be blindsided when he came in and saw Mt. Dishmore. Now, he felt as if his efforts had been in vain and he had unintentionally taken advantage of the boy’s kindness. And in the condition Theo was in, he didn’t need to be doing chores. He didn’t need to think in the back of his head ‘Great, my new friend is taking advantage of me, wonderful’. He needed someone to support him. Someone to laugh with and ease away the ‘rough times’ he was going through. He sighed and bowed his head, pinching the bridge of his nose, the real reason to being in the kitchen completely escaping him as he paced the length of the kitchen twice. He rubbed his eyes before he looked back up, trying to relay everything he felt in one look and hoping Theo would understand and read it. “Why couldn’t you just leave them alone? It wasn’t your job to clean them. I told you that. Now I look like an ass-hat.” Sighing, taking a deep breath, he paced the length of his kitchen one last time. The sane part of his brain told him to let it go, it wasn’t important. It was just some stupid dishes and he should just build a bridge and get over it. But the more he looked to the neatly stacked dirty dishes the more he felt himself get agitated. Walking over to the seat with his clothes draped over the back, he pulled it out and sat down, his elbows on his knees and his head propped in his hands. Shaking his head to himself, he looked back up to Theo with a raised brow. “What am I going to do with you?” he said, humor in his tone as he shook his head. Damnit… they were just dishes!tagged: Theodora | word count: 2149 | outfit: HERE | notes: WORDS! OMG WHERE YOU COME FROM! Also, feelsy Chase xD
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Sitting there at the small table, with a monster of a pizza in front of him, Theo couldn't help the goosebumps that were covering his arms. Couldn't help the way his heart pounded in his chest as he thought of what Chase would do. He quickly stole another glance at the neatly stacked dishes and feeling that maybe he shouldn't have done that. That maybe he had crossed an unmarked line. IT-it really wasn't a problem. After all, the boy had dropped what he was doing to let Theo come over, it was the least he could do, right?

But somehow no matter what reasoning he gave himself, the back of his mind kept singing 'You're in trouble~.'

He heard Chase in the doorway before he saw him, so when he finally looked up mid slice of pizza, he was caught completely off guard at the state of dress the blonde was in. A towel. He was fresh from a shower. Droplets of water still clinging to him. In just. A. Towel. For a full solid moment Theo forgot what he was doing as shock and surprised blatantly crossed his features as he forgot to breath. The pizza he was chewing on getting caught in his throat. He panicked as he sat the glass upon the table and covered his mouth to cough hard. Of all the things for this blonde to do, he comes out in only a towel! Pounding hard on his chest, he managed to choke down the slice of pizza and he inhaled deeply.

How was he suppose to survive encounters with this boy if he kept doing things like that?

Breathing heavily, he took another small sip of his beloved apple juice before sitting the cup back on the table. His chest hurt, and he turned to once again, look at the bared chested blonde who was standing before him in his own bare necessities. He couldn't help the way his eyes danced over him. He was grinning at Theo, like he had this all planned out and that the reaction Theo had given him was the correct one as he leaned against the doorway.

There was no way to conceal the heat that took over his face. Theo was wearing a flush that surely rivaled the color of his shoes and he took to wearing it proud as he took in every detail of fresh from a shower Chase. He wasn't overly chiseled, but he was fit. His collarbones for noticeable, and Theo saw bits of water droplets pool up and run down his chest with each breath. And that chest. Theo felt like a complete creep because he couldn't look away, but he couldn't help it. Chase had been the one to present himself like this, coming out in only a towel. His eyes rested at the white make-shift covering of the boy. Noting how it just hung to his hips like it was meant to be there. How he could see the natural V that peeked its way from the towel. It took everything Theo had to finally bring his eyes to look at Chase once more. His face was on fire and there was no way to hide it.

A part of him didn't want to hide it.

Trying to swallow but completely forgetting the simple action, he felt an odd tingle coursing through his body. What was this feeling? Should he be feeling it? Had he actually choked and this was just a sick image his mind was playing on him? Was Chase actually knelt over him trying to bring Theo back? Worry across his face as he tried to resuscitate Theo with CPR? Oh God. Chase giving him mouth-to-mouth made a new blush flare up on the young ginger and he felt his arms getting hot at the thought.

What was this boy doing to poor Theo?

Chase was speaking, and Theo couldn't hear anything. His mind was stuck on the CPR he wasn't getting, and his mouth was busy trying to find words to say. He should've been paying more attention though, because he was caught in the midst of Chase freaking out. It all seemed to happen in slow motion though. As if the situation was giving Theo's mind a chance to come to speed with what was happening. That it knew Theo was stuck on one thought and knew he would need a moment before his mind revved up again to turn him back into a normal human.

Within a matter of seconds, his mind ran into a brick wall as Chase was standing right beside him. In just a towel. Leaning over him to pick up his glass and question him. His voice sounded off- like it was far off in the distance. He was questioning Theo about the glass he was drinking from. It clicked something in his brain and his eyes widened and he could only think one thing: 'Oh shit.'

Quickly he turned in his seat, dropping his half finished pizza to the box to cling to the back of the chair. Chase was pissed at him. It was obvious as the boy's shoulders tensed in frustration. Something Theo couldn't help but notice and bite his lower lip over. He was shaking his head, and there were no words coming to Theo to try and save himself from the scolding he was going to get. He felt, somewhere deep in him, the knowing that this would be worse than any scolding Widow Tweed had given him. He noticed it with how his breathing came through in ragged chunks as his eyes frantically darted from the strainer to Chase. From Chase to the stacked dishes. Back to Chase. To the strainer. Back to Chase. He tightened his grip on the back rest of the chair, his knuckles turning white as he waited for the onslaught of harsh words to come from the blonde.

Harsh words that never came.

Why did he have to do them? Why couldn't he just listen to Chase? His brows furrowed and his chest constricted with guilt. Chase had asked him, demanded him, enforced it upon Theo to not help him. He just, he couldn't help it. He was offered juice, but nothing to drink it from. It-it was just the glasses. It wasn't as if he did all of it. Then took the liberty of sweeping his floors. Just... just dishes. He still felt guilty about it. He had caused Chase distress and probably got himself a removal of Chase's apartment. That thought hurt the most. It hurt so that he grabbed his chest as that thought flashed across his mind. Chase was going to throw him out, and Theo hadn't even the chance to explain to him the reasoning of him being there.

Instead of yelling at Theo, telling him off for not following his wishes and pointing to the door and telling him to get the fuck out, he just stood there. Staring at the sink, before he took to pacing his kitchen. Slinking in the chair in an attempt to shield himself from any possible thing Chase could say, he felt as if he had once again knocked over Abigail's milk canister as Widow Tweed was filling it. He didn't want Chase mad at him. Even if he couldn't help but notice how well the agitation made his arms stand out, or how the simple flexing of his hands made the tendons and muscles move in such a manner that Theo couldn't help but swallow back the oddest of sensations. Something that he wasn't quite sure of, that made his stomach feel weird and his heart skip a beat.

Just then; the boy had stopped pacing. He stopped all movement save for the motion it took to pinch the bridge of his nose. Holding his breath, he cowered behind the chair, waiting for whatever Chase was about to spew at him. But the look that chase finally gave him, the look this blonde boy wore upon his face made Theo's heart tear itself from it's natural position and just fall into the pit of his stomach. Falling into the acid that would surely consume it and leave him dead on the floor. It was a mixture of sadness. Of aggravation. Disappointment. The slightest trace of fear. The look made Theo slowly rise from the position he was sitting in to stare at Chase with his expression turning soft. His eyes glazing over with something that resembled heartache and understanding as he listened to the words Chase spoke.

The pain that was laced in his normally cheerful voice stabbed at Theo like a knife, and he winced at the words. He asked such a simple question, and had insulted himself in such a way that made Theo want to just run away in shame. But he stayed put. He needed to face this as a man. He had disobeyed someone that had trusted him to follow his wishes, and there was no folding his ears back and tucking his tail to get him out of this situation. Granted, his tail would be tucked and his ears would have merged with his head had he still wore them like he once did. Chase sounded like a wounded pup, and Theo couldn't help but look down at the floor with a look of shame plastered to his face.

He didn't notice Chase giving his kitchen another pace as he turned in his seat to sit there with his hands in his lap. Paid no attention as the blonde sighed and slowly made his way back to the table. It wasn't until he was sitting down that Theo looked up and saw the image of Chase slumped over in his chair. That perfectly tousled blonde head of his resting in his hands as he sat there in silence. He looked like something an artist would sculpt. Like he was the inspiration for those naked marble statues that littered the museums and parks of this town. Theo bit his lip once again, completely lost for words as Chase asked what he was going to do with him. He didn't catch the humor that was infused with the comment, and Theo just let his head fall as Chase stared at him.

There was no way Theo would be able to fox his way out of this, like he normally would with any other situation. He was just too tired from his month on session of sleepless nights and lack of food. There was also a part of him that didn't want to get out of this- not with Chase anyways. He... he wanted to get caught. To be scolded and told 'no.' It was.. weird, for better lack of a proper word. Something about Chase made Theo want to prove he could stand for himself and take proper responsibility for his actions. Something he couldn't understand. At least, not yet anyways.

As he played with the hems of his thermal sleeves, Theo looked up at Chase through strands of hair and lashes. Why was he making him feel like this, when it was just their second encounter? How was he able to make Theo's stomach do awkward flips and cloud up with butterflies, while at the same time taking his breath and leaving his heart a crumpled mess on the floor? Licking cautiously at his lips, he fought for the right words to say. The situation was so tender, so raw, that he didn't want to say the wrong thing and ruin whatever the two of them were slowly building together. Should he just apologize? Give Chase a reason as to why he did what he did? Maybe he should just avoid the situation entirely? Put on the mask he wore around others and try to cheer Chase up?

No. That last option hurt worse than what Chase made him feel. Chase deserved better from Theo. It was the whole reason he made the house call. He ignored the boy's texts, and he needed a reason. A good reason. No one that wasn't hidden behind a small screen and short words. An honest, face to face reason as to why Theo looked the way he did. Why he couldn't bother to say 'Hi,' or give him a short response to his many texts. This boy had rearranged his schedule to include Theo in his evening, when he obviously had other plans. It wouldn't kill Theo to be honest with him.

But what to say?

He looked back down at his hands once more, his stomach doing the oddest of flips, before he finally lifted his head to look at Chase. He knew he face still had to be flushed from his initial reaction to Chase just wearing a towel, but he brushed it off as he kept his eyes trained on Chase's eyes. They were so soft. Looked so hurt, betrayed. It made Theo feel even worse the longer he stared at him. He couldn't avoid the situation, not after everything Chase just did. He should just still to something short and simple.

Inhaling deeply, he slowly raised a hand to run shaking fingers through his hair, letting his hand rest at the back of his neck. "Chase. I, uh. I'm sorry." Another hard swallow, and he felt like he had a golf ball lodged in his throat. Why was he making this so hard? Making Theo want to just lay himself on the floor and pray for whoever it was that looked over them to smite him on the spot and clear up all the stress he had given this boy. "I know you- didn't want me to do them. I just- I figured it was the least I could do. A-after all, you.... you stopped everything you were doing to let me come over." He looked down at his lap once more, wondering if he should go on, add more to it, or if he should just wait for the demand to get out of his apartment. It would be a very long, very heart-wrenching walk home for Theo if it boiled down to that.

So instead of saying anything else, he did what he felt he should do, and he held out his glass to Chase. "You-you can have it back. I don't deserve it." You can have all of it. The juice. The pizza. Everything. Just please don't be mad at me. Please don't look at me with those hurt eyes. Smile. Please Chase. A frown does not suit you. Just, just one more smile before you send me on my way.

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 Posted: Mar 1 2013, 12:42 AM
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He didn’t know why he cared so much about trivial things. Didn’t know why he was blowing this whole situation out of proportion as if he were some PMSing teenaged girl. Why he let this get under his skin and made him feel as agitated and frustrated as he was. Yeah, so he had asked and told and enforced that he didn’t want Theo doing them, but he couldn’t lie to himself and say he didn’t really expect it. There was a part of him that he didn’t want to admit that knew this was probably going to happen. He had hoped it wouldn’t come to this, that he could be happy and blissful with Mt. Dishmore in his kitchen sink and know that it would wait to be conquered on another day at another time. But there were so many forces playing against him. There were too many things that despite his determination, he didn’t stand a chance. There was only so much of Chase that could fight fate, which was unfortunately a losing battle. Despite all of that though, it still shocked him to see the clean dishes in the strainer, mocking and laughing at him in all their pristine glory. To see the ginger drinking from a glass Chase had been 100% positive had been used a week ago with grape koolaid. A grape koolaid he didn’t finish that had a few days to ferment in the sink and turn into thick syrup. He had seen it happen before… practically cement. Yet there Theo was drinking apple juice out of it as if he had merely plucked it from the cupboard without a second thought. It amazed him just how much it really bothered him, how much he really didn’t like it when people did things he should do. It wasn’t about the dishes, surprise surprise. He would get over the dishes and just be happy to see a good portion of his dishes clean and available for use yet again. It was the intention behind the clean dishes. And maybe not even that! The intention was harmless! Theo wanted to help, Theo wanted a glass to drink his juice from. The end. Nothing more to talk about. Apparently it was what Chase took away from it. How he felt about it. Not only did it make him feel like he was worthless and that Theo thought he was unable to do his own chores, but that he made himself feel guilty for inadvertently taking advantage of his friend’s kindness. He wasn’t the type of person to be manipulative. He hated being sneaky and underhanded, only to manipulate someone to do something for him. He didn’t like that conniving nature in people, the way they could string words together in such a manner that they wove you in an intricate web and trapped you with no escape other than to do their bidding. And yet, here he was, feeling the weight of that on his shoulders. As if somewhere in his texts he had somehow worded things to push Theo’s buttons and make him feel obligated to wash his dishes. He hadn’t! He swore on that! But a part of him thought that maybe he had. And maybe he shouldn’t be so upset because this was secretly, subconsciously what he wanted. But he didn’t. Not for Theo. He sighed into his hands as he rubbed his temples with his index fingers, staring at the white towel around his waist obscuring his view of the floor he so desperately wanted to study while he figured things out. He needed to stop being a woman about this. He needed to grow a set, or rather use that to which he already had, and just deal with the fact that things hadn’t gone as planned. If he was going to be friends with Theo, he would have to get used to the idea of clean dishes, be them from his doing or the ginger’s. Though, admittedly, it would be a long drawn out process learning to be okay with the idea of someone else doing his dishes. Maybe after this it would never happen again. He sighed, wishful thinking. Biting his lip, he looked back up, confident he could approach the situation better than he had before. He had been blindsided by the clean dishes and bombarded by an onslaught of guilt and anger at nothing. But now he just had to deal with it. It was in the past and there was no changing what had already happened. There was only moving forward, learning to live with it, and getting past it. Dwelling on it would only make things worse. Food for thought. If only he could take his own advice and get over other things in his life as easily as clean dishes. It was only when the look on Theo’s face registered in his mind, that Chase instantly regretted the events that had just transpired. Instantly, all the confidence he had, vanished. Only to be replaced with more guilt and a terrible desire to try and make everything better. After all, this was his fault. Theo just looked so… so… wounded and afraid. Chase had never seen such a face before, sadness in eyes that didn’t deserve to look so… helpless and nervous. It made his heart stop in his chest, his eyes softening in sympathy. It took everything in him to not reach his hands forward and cup his face. To not smile at him, the most genuine smile he could muster with the weight on his chest, and tell him that there was no reason in this world to feel the way he looked. But he couldn’t. Couldn’t they just go back to before the dish incident? To when Theo choked on his pizza at the mere sight of him in the hallway? To the adorable way he blushed and brought a beautiful shade of life to his otherwise sickly looking skin? Couldn’t they just go back to when he was standing in the doorway, when he was admiring Theo, glad to see that he could move past the darkness in his life and still find the strength to laugh and be happy. Appreciating how Chase had somehow fit the bill to be let into his life and trusted, even though that might not have been the case. Couldn’t they go back to that? When Theo was all smiles, ogling him, unable to react properly for whatever reason he had? Couldn’t they go back to when he couldn’t stop smiling at Theo, instead of being where they were now? Met with eyes filled with agony and guilt, his voice trembling and adding to the sight that made his heart stop in the first place. He took the offering that was given to him by the ginger, his eyes finally moving him his freckled face, each angel kiss slightly highlighted from the disappearing blush that had warmed his cheeks just moments before. He didn’t know what to do with the offering, other than study it and try to decide what to do with it. He was hurt by Theo’s words, not because he felt guilty for making him feel that way (although that was a contributing factor), but because of the boy’s idea of his self-worth. Could he not see how he deserved better than what was offered… how he was being treated? Could he honestly not see that he was the one who deserved better than a friend who didn’t have clean dishes and instead got mad at him over some stupid cups and chose to make him feel worse than he should? Chase wished Theo could see what he did, that he could make the boy somehow understand, but he knew it would take more than what he could do in this moment. Setting the glass down on the table, he shook his head slowly. A hand lifted in an attempt to brush through his hair, but stopped when he was met with soggy tangles. Mentally he noted that he still needed to get changed, but he had waited this long, there was no need to rush now. Sighing, he let a small half smile curl to his lips, before reaching his hand up, and gently flicking Theo on the nose, a curt laugh escaping his lips in the process. “Never say that about my friend again.” he commanded in a gentle tone, soft smile on his lips. He wasn’t going to sit back and let Theo talk about himself like that, not if he could help it. The action he took was probably a bit… well… frowned upon. But he didn’t know how else he could make himself clear to the boy. Standing up, he smoothed out his towel, hands checking to make sure to loose roll was still stable and showing no signs of slippage. Motioning to the glass of apple juice, he raised a slim brow, remaining silent. He still felt guilty and angry over the situation, but all he had to do to get over was think of the hurtful look Theo had given him. He didn’t want to care and over exaggerate the situation. He just wanted it to be over so they could move on. So he could hear Theo laugh again, hear his voice in a jovial tune that was like a comforting song to him, soothing the ruffled feathers that he didn’t necessarily know were ruffled. They were just dishes. “I stopped everything I was doing because I wanted to Theo. Because I was excited to hear from you… to know you were okay. Not because I wanted to use it as leverage to get you to do my dishes. I wanted to.” he explained in as soothing of a tone as he could muster, moving over to his fridge and pulling open the door. Retrieving the apple juice and moved back to the table, letting the door swing closed on its own. “They’re just dishes… I’ll get over it. Just please, don’t do it again. I can’t handle that face of yours.” he finished, gently nudging the chair with his hip as he twisted off the cap, pouring more liquid into the glass, welcoming the redhead to it with a gesture of his hand. He didn’t know how successfully he pulled it off, but he was okay with that. He was at least confident that this stupid unneeded hiccup would go forgotten in the coming moments. Setting the bottle down, he leaned forward, grabbing a slice of the pizza and bringing it to his lips, biting into it like a hungry beast. Through a mouthful of bacon and chicken that had his mouth watering as he chewed, he smiled to the boy to let him know that everything was okay now. He was over it.tagged: Theodora | word count: 1811 | outfit: HERE | notes: HEY! AT LEAST IT WASN'T 2K! And Chase just feels so guilty xDcassie at atf & caution.
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Theo sat there, staring at the blonde boy as he stared down at the towel. He looked so stressed. So hurt. Betrayed almost. It made breathing for Theo hard. It hurt more than it would have with another other person. Surely he would've laughed it off and apologized, and they would've been over it. At least, that's what he thought. There was just something about Chase that made Theo want to try so hard for him. To be a better person for him. They hardly knew one another, and already Theo was thinking like this.

Looking down at his hands, he was twisting the sleeve of his thermal about his fingers. He knew that chase wouldn't like him doing his chores, but he really didn't expect it to end up like this. He just expected Chase to call him a Princess and say he wasn't wearing the right outfit. Something funny. Not... not something that twisted Theo's heart around like it was Play Doh. Never before had anyone made him feel like this. It was just... too much all at once.

He looked back up again, and with a saddened look upon his face, he offered the cup to Chase, letting him know that he didn't deserve it. Someone who disobeyed a friend's orders wasn't allowed to have the nice things they offered them. That was what Theo had done: disobeyed. Chase was far to nice of a person to have his wishes simply ignored. Chase had let him into his home, showed him part of his true self, and Theo went and tossed all that to the side just to wash some stupid glasses. Just because he wanted apple juice.

Chase finally looked up, and there was just a hint of the old Chase. The Chase that could crack a joke on a whim. The Chase that stared back at him seemed to be lost for words. His eyes changing their demeanor. Theo adverted his eyes to the floor as Chase took the glass, and he found his hands once again in his lap, acting like a child who just got caught stealing from the cookie jar. His left sleeve was stretched out far too much from where he was twisting it. Fiddling with it to keep him distracted from the guilty feeling that was making it's way through his entire being. He couldn't see Chase's reaction to the glass, or what he was planning on doing. Or if he was still even looking at him.

Sitting there, awaiting the judge's orders, Theo was just about to get up and make his own way out. He was trying to reach out and offer Chase a bit of himself, and he went and blew it. He had to go and upset the one person he felt would be willing to help, to understand, to let him get through it. And for what? To show that he could help and do his stupid cups. Those stupid glasses that were surely laughing as they dried in the strainer. Mocked him for throwing away the chance he had. Laughing because in a day or two, they would be dirty all over again.

Hands resting upon the seat of the chair now, he was about to push himself up when Chase's hand was in front of his face. Theo hardly had time to register was was happening before Chase flicked his nose. His eyes widened at the gesture, and he looked up to see Chase smiling at him.That was... he had never... Nose flicks were bad! Nose flicks meant you did something wrong. That you scared the chickens and Widow Tweed had to go chasing them. That you knocked the pie off the window sill while you watched your best friend play with Chief. Nose flicks always followed after Slade and Tweed got into an argument over him trying to see Copper.

It was the words that followed that made Theo look at Chase with a confused expression upon his face. Friend? What did he s- OH. Oh Chase didn't like the way he spoke of himself? But- why would Chase feel the need to think like that? Wasn't he just a few minutes ago scolding him over what he did? How... what... WHY was the nose flick needed for how Theo spoke about himself? Wh-why did that matter? He didn't notice his head was slowly shaking until Chase stood up.

Chase stood up.

Theo was so distracted by the events that had taken place, that he honestly forgot that chase was in nothing but a towel. Until the blonde stood up. The way his muscles moved under his flesh had Theo slowly losing his sense of direction. Chase was pointing at something and Theo just couldn't look away. His eyes were glued to the blonde boy who stood in front of him wearing just a towel. A towel that was apparently drawn to his hip like it was magnetic. Just- Theo needed to figure out how that towel just hung there. With no effort.

But Chase was speaking, and try as Theo might, nothing was registering. At least, not in the beginning anyways. It wasn't until Chase had moved out of Theo's pereffial vision that everything sped up and slammed into his brain at a sickening speed that had the young ginger blinking rapidly at the spot Chase once was. Everything that Chase said, nothing stood out as much as those three simple little words:

"I wanted to."

It was almost blindsiding to know that Chase actually looked forward to seeing him. His breathing picked up as it tried to resort back to a normal speed, and the smile the crept upon his face could have possibly passed for a crazy person's face. Chase wasn't upset anymore? How did this come to be? Had Theo just overreacted and took everything too far out of context? He gave a weak laugh and looked up from his original position as his face froze. Chase was standing beside him. In just a towel still. With his waist face level to Theo.

Bumping the chair Theo was sitting on with his bare hip.

The temperature shot up at least thirty degrees and Theo felt the blush cover every square inch of his being. Why was Chase doing this to him? He oh so slowly trailed his eyes from Chase's waist up to look at his face, trying to form proper words but failing, as Chase mentioned not being able to handle his face. His mind was certainly working in overload right now, trying so hard to not just fall over off the chair from the sudden situation that he found himself in. Chase finally grabbed a slice of pizza and even as he was devouring it, he was smiling down at Theo.

Quickly Theo looked at the pizza box. What was he going to do? Why was this happening? How was Chase able to do this? To play with his emotions? To toss Theo's feelings around like a rag doll? Surely the blonde didn't know what he was doing? That had to be the logical reasoning. I was just too much for poor Theo to handle. This blonde boy was breaking down every wall Theo could have possibly built around himself without even trying. Just, how?

Not wanting to seem out of place, Theo picked up his old slice, and nibbled at it. His mind was not on the thought of eating. It was too busy reeling in the smell of that body wash of Chase's. Of how it mingled in his nose and complimented the blonde so well. How it paired with the strawberries Theo could just hint at from his hair. It was like a fruit stand. How was he going to survive this night?

Coughing to try and clear the silence that had settled, Theo looked straight down at the pizza like his life depended upon it. "Y-you know... I-uh.... really. Th-thank you. For.. uh... Yeah..." Oh this wasn't working. He ran a hand through his hair and he felt Chase's presence right there. He could touch his stomach with his index finger with no effort. No. Quickly he pulled his hand down and drummed his fingers against his leg. Why was he here again? What was Chase distracting him from?

Himself.

A rather small chuckle escaped from his lips and Theo took a full bite this time, letting his mind form the words that would need to be said while he chewed. He couldn't talk to Chase while he was in nothing but a towel. He needed to let Chase know that he was going through a rough time. But it was really hard to think properly with Chase the Distractor standing just inches from his face.

"Uh... I needed to uh.. ex-explain my.. uh... absence... but.. you know.... Youshouldreallygetdressedfirst." He flushed harder as the words rolled off his tongue. He didn't like talking in a rush toned, but he wouldn't get far if he didn't. "So, yes. Dressed. Then discussions?" Please. Please get dressed so I can think straight.

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 Posted: Mar 6 2013, 11:55 PM
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Could the night get any worse? It had barely started, barely even begun, and it was already floundering. The two of them hadn’t been in a room together for over a month, and the first time they finally see eye to eye again, it’s a train wreck! It was like, despite everything that was going on, all the good that could come from it, impossible! Neither one of them seemed to exactly be seeing where the other was coming from, unable to understand and try and compromise. There were just attacks without a second thought. No listening to reason and logic, no waiting for the mental filter to okay the words that were heavy on his tongue. He just jumped straight to accusations, straight to yelling, without a second thought. Maybe if he had listened… or hell… just let it go he wouldn’t have to deal with that heart wrenching look that bogged him down and regret even opening his mouth on the matter. He had to stop and think, to wonder, why they were even there in the first place. Of course the obvious answer was because Theo wanted to tell him something, wanted to apologize. Going back further, they were there because they had hit it off at the pet shelter and seemed to enjoy one another’s company. It wasn’t hard to put the puzzle pieces together to see and understand why they were both in Chase’s apartment, attempting to have a good evening. But there it was, they key word. Attempting. Just because they had the right puzzle pieces, didn’t necessarily mean they fit together. He felt his chest grow tight at the thought, his breath momentarily hitching and getting caught in his throat. That didn’t sit well with him, not in the least. Chase wasn’t about to sit back and take that as an explanation why things weren’t working out. Sure, he only had one encounter to base things off of, but that didn’t mean what he was feeling was any less true. Just because you only knew someone for a day or so didn’t make them any less your friend. Even though he had only met Theo a month ago, and spent his days sending unreturned messages, he knew there had been something there. He felt comfortable and at ease with him, as if maybe, just maybe, he had somehow known the ginger without realizing it. The thought of Tod crossed his mind briefly, his mind telling him to take a closer look at the boy twisting the sleeves of his thermal awkwardly. Although there was no science to how the portal worked and how animals came through the odd transformation, there was a bit of theory behind it. The red hair, the lean body, the eyes… those sweet saddened eyes that told worlds about the boy, and absolutely nothing at the same time. Shouldn’t that… wouldn’t that transfer over? But then again, look at him! He used to be brown furred and had dark eyes. Now he was blonde haired and blue eyed! For that reason alone, there was no reason to suspect, no reason to even think that Theo was somehow Tod. Only to reassure the thought, he reminded himself that Theo had different mannerisms… shy, quiet, nervous… qualities Chase did not remember the kit possessing. No. Once again, for what felt like the hundredth time he had to reassure himself that Theo was Theo. Theo was Theodora , the southern belle princess who took just a bit of coaxing to open up. Theo was a sweet, kind, and gentle soul who reached out to him. He did not deserve to go through whatever it was he was going through. Chase had to be strong for him, had to be someone Theo could trust and rely on to be there 100%. Not to doubt his identity… not to question him. He couldn’t keep letting this happen. He had to make it right. His attempt to show Theo that he no longer cared about the stupid dishes was rewarded with a multitude of things that made his smile grow on his lips. He didn’t seem to know quite how to react to the nose flick, and really, Chase didn’t blame him. Too many times did he earn a flick to the nose for not being the best trained pup there was… even sometimes swats on the muzzle. But he learned that it was used to train your behavior. That at least was the leading reason behind the action. He hated reliving that portion of his life, remembering that those nose flicks were more than just slightly painful but demeaning as well. But there was no stopping the effectiveness. Luckily, Theo didn’t question it, and instead rewarded him with a blush that Chase assumed was all encompassing. Normally he would question why he had flushed as hard as he did, what was so embarrassing that it made him turn that shade of red. But the egotistical part of him knew, and it made him proud. He liked the way it looked on Theo, the way each of his adorable freckles stood out on his face. The way the embarrassment had him looking around for somewhere, probably anywhere, else to look. It was a nice feeling to know that such a simple gesture could elicit such a reaction, that he could make someone feel that way- even if they were still virtually strangers. Never in a million years could he explain why the site of the blushing ginger made him smile a grin so wide he feared his face would hurt in the morning. But he knew that seeing that look made him happy, made an odd flourish of nerves take flight if only for a second. It took a moment for him to realize Theo was finally speaking up after the long silence. He had wondered if the conversation would be left where it had, a quiet understanding between the two that everything would be fine and happy sunshine and rainbows. He was fine with letting bygones be bygones and moving forward. It wasn’t like it was life altering. Damnit, they were dishes! Chase eyed the boy with a raised brow as he thanked him, then started to fidget. It took a moment to figure out why he was being thanked, when he didn’t know what it was he had done to earn it. But he remained silent, letting the pizza currently being shoved whole into his mouth be the reason he only let out a muffled ‘yer welcome’. He seemed to be getting into better spirits, and Chase couldn’t help but feel reassured that he was okay. He was laughing, that was a good sign. Taking it for what it was, he leaned forward and grabbed another slice, still attempting to swallow the one before. He hadn’t realized just how hungry he was until he started stuffing his face. The bacon and the chicken mingling on his tongue made him just want to roll around and gorge himself until he exploded. But something told him he couldn’t. Finally swallowing, he was about to take another large bite before Theo spoke up again, this time making him rethink the reassuring feeling that took him over. Okay… Theo wanted to talk about it now. For a moment he didn’t know what to do, and then Theo told him. Get your clothes on. Damnit! Had he still forgotten about that? His eyes traveled to the clothes and he nodded. “Be right back then, try not to miss me too much,” he said, dropping his untouched pizza slice back in the box and turning on his heel, grabbing his clothes in the process of going to his room. Clothes in one hand, gripping his towel in the other so it wouldn’t slip, he padded down the hall and closed the door to his room behind him. It took all of a few moments to get everything on, having to jump in order to pull his jeans up over his damp legs. Shoving his arms into the sleeves of his shirt, he pulled it over his head and gave a large shake to get rid of any excess water. There fully clothed… well… minus socks but those torture devices weren’t necessary. Opening his door and exiting, closing his door so it was just barely left open, he padded back down the hall, fingers running through his tangled and damp hair. Raising a brow to the ginger, he did a turn at the end of the hall, raising his arms up in questioning. “Better now Princess? Does this state of dress no longer offend ye?” he teased with a wink as crossed over into the kitchen, reclaiming his seat and slice of pizza. Taking a big bite and swallowing quickly, he turned his eyes back to Theo, the joking gleam in them disappearing, being replaced with concern and interest. He hadn’t thought this discussion would come so soon, despite the fact that more time had passed than a quick pizza dinner with idle conversation as they stuffed their faces. Chase didn’t know if this was going to be something he wanted to hear, if any of it would sit well with him. But he knew that he couldn’t wave it off. This was important to Theo, and probably to himself. He couldn’t just ignore it because he didn’t know if he’d like it. By the look of Theo, though, he knew it wasn’t good news like he won the lotto or something. Taking a deep breath, he nodded his head in Theo’s direction, biting into the crust of the pizza. “Fo terr me, wert’s on yer mernd?” he said through mouthful of bread. Even to his ears he couldn’t tell what it was he said, and had to shake his head as he swallowed to cleared his throat. “Sorry, so what’s up Theo? What happened to you?” he asked, his voice serious as the smile on his face faded. He was worried, expected to hear the worst. But even those expectations couldn’t prepare him for what he was about to hear. tagged: Theodora | word count: 1692 | outfit: HERE | notes: Chase doesn't like being clothed. He liked flustered Theocassie at atf & caution.
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 Posted: Mar 11 2013, 09:19 AM
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He face felt like it was on fire, as if his head would spontaneously combust and leave nothing more than a smoldering pile of ashes. All of this over Chase wearing just a towel. He would never truly understand these human emotions. Granted, he never really had a reason to feel like this when he was a fox. He never ran into another fox, and he was honestly too busy running around and playing with Copper. So there was no reason to have thoughts that made his mind feel muddled and confused. He would have to talk to Ms. Jena about this. Hopefully she could help him, or at least try to get him to understand.

As Chase disappeared into the hallway, Theo let out a heavy breath he didn't know he had been holding. He had a few minutes to recollect himself and figure out how he was going to explain his absence without going into too grave a detail. Especially about what Chase was doing in the dream. There was no way Theo could mention the way Chase's face looked as he held Theo by the throat. Holding him off his feet as someone came after him. That by Chase not letting him go, Maren had caught him in his most vulnerable states- even if it had possibly saved his life; the owner of the gun had hit not only Theo, but Chase himself. That everything in the ginger's being made him think Chase was his long lost hound dog. His best friend. The hound he had feelings for that he couldn't quiet explain them, let alone understand them.

It would tear the blonde apart, and Theo couldn't bear to even imagine what a pain expression to that extent would look on Chase's face. It wouldn't fit. It would tear at Theo like a serrated knife and leave him completely trashed and shattered. He couldn't do that to Chase. The boy had done nothing but make Theo feel like his old self, even if he made him blush and made his stomach twist in an odd manner.

Besides, Theo enjoyed being around Chase, and he wanted to continue spending time with the blonde if he could.

Looking down at his slice of pizza in his hand, he wondered if he was doing the right thing. If explaining what had happened to Chase was a wise decision. It could really go one of two ways: Chase could see it as a sign of weakness and feel that Theo wouldn't be worth the effort to maintain a friendship, or he would feel that Theo was trying to reach out to him and let him know he wanted something more than a casual chat over food. After all, if Theo really wanted to get a friendship out of the blonde, wouldn't being honest about himself be a good start? Letting the boy know that he was plague with terrible nightmares of his past, that it had driven him to the point of starvation and malnutrition? He mulled it over as he took a bite from his slice, sighing heavily as he heard the door open to Chase's room once more and the blonde spun and called him a Princess again.

Finishing his bite, he shook his head once again and looked up at Chase. "It wasn't that it was offending me," he started. "It's just awkward to talk about something serious while the other person's naked." He took another bite from his slice, sucking some sauce from his thumb before leaning in to grab his glass of apple juice while Chase grabbed another slice. Swallowing down the pizza, he took a long drink from his glass and felt a twinge of guilt that he had created an awkward situation for the two of them.

The blonde took a seat, and through a mouthful of pizza tried to see how he was doing. The gesture brought a smile to his lips, and he leaned back in the chair, mind still slowly mulling over how to put it. Chase was looking at him intently, like he was ready for anything Theo could possibly throw at him, and it made his face fall a bit.

There was no way in this great green Earth that Theo was going to tell him all of it.

"Well- to make a long story short...." And boy was it a long story. There would be no way Chase would think he was once a fox that could talk and was happy living on a farm while playing with the hound pup that lived next door. That the more time he spent with the blonde, the more he saw in him his dreams. That he had dreams that kept him from eating. From sleeping. From doing anything logical. "I- well, it's not really the greatest thing to admit to but, well-" He rubbed a hand against his cheek before drawing it through his hair. This was hard.

This was harder than getting away from Chief and Slade.

He drew his blue eyes back to the blonde who was sitting there, on the edge of his seat, waiting to know what had kept Theo from answering any of his texts. From letting them hang out more than just those first couple hours at the shelter. That kept them from building a friendship that was obviously hanging in front of them.

He gave a small chuckle and tried to give Chase an honest smile. One that wasn't forced. It almost felt painful. Maybe he could start it with a question? Would that work?

"Chase, have you- did you ever-" Maybe a question wouldn't work. Wrinkling his face up in mild frustration, he scratched at his neck while his hand was still there. There was a soft prod at his knee, and he looked down to see Red resting her head upon his leg. He smiled down at her before reaching a hand down to scratch gently behind her ears. With a small nod and a silent 'thank you,' he brought his gaze back up to Chase.

"I-I have these really, really bad... dreams. O-or nightmares, I suppose would be the more proper term?" He sat his juice glass down and wrapped the arm around his stomach while his other hand continued to scratch at Red's head. His shoulders felt a bit lighter, but his stomach was getting upset now. He sighed softly, and felt his position on the chair slouch a bit. His face had fallen, and he could just see Chase from the corner of his eyes as he looked back at the boy's kitchen table.

"They, well- they use to come every so often. But- here lately, they've been coming more frequent.... I don't- I don't know why I get them." Yes you do. "They're usually..... blurry, so I don't know what's really happening." No they aren't. You know why they haunt you. "The feeling though, everything that happens, I-I can feel it." Oh, so now you're not going to lie? "This, this last one was..... worse. I- I started avoiding sleep. St-stopped eating. It, was interfering with my life- these nightmares. They... they got so persistent that, they turned into daymares."

He turned his head to look away from Chase. He felt so vulnerable- but almost better. In the back of his mind he knew they wouldn't go away just from talking about them. Hell- if that was the case he wouldn't be explaining this to Chase; his conversations with Ms. Jena would've made it all better.

Inhaling deeply, he knew he had to finish it. At least, let him know that there was someone trying to help him. "Well, I-uh, got 'caught,' I suppose you could say. In the middle of a daymare. She... The look on her face when I finally came to..." His throat tightened, and he felt his fingers dig into his sides as Maren's panicked induced face flashed across his vision. His licked at his lips and slowly exhaled.

"I thought I was doing fine. That, that I was taking care of it...." He looked up at Chase again, his expression grim. He really did believe that not sleeping or doing anything that involved sleep would save him. "But in reality.... it, it was hurting me more." Sitting up, causing Red to take a few steps back from his leg, he bent over and rested his elbows against his knees, holding his had in his hands like Chase had done just moments before.

The deed was done. The song was sung. They could go back to joking and having a good time now, right?

Peeking through his fingers and hair to look at Chase, he tried to show in his eyes that he was better than he was. That he was working to be better. That even though he had just unloaded this information on him, Chase didn't have to do anything- even if deep down Theo wanted Chase to help. Sighing heavily once more, he slowly resumed a basic sitting position and ran both his hands through his hair, slicking it back before it fell casually around his face. He turned his face towards Chase once more and gave him the tiniest of smiles. "But, I'm alright now. I have a friend that's checking on me, in the most Motherly fashion possible."

He thought about the next move for a bit, chewing it in the back of his mind before deciding he could probably get away with it. After all, Chase had flicked his nose, had he not? It would show Chase that he was working on moving on, and that he didn't want him to dwell on the ginger's misfortune.

So he leaned forward and nudged Chase's knee with his fist. Nothing hard. Nothing mean. Just a light, playful shove. He felt the smile tugging at the corners of his mouth as he did it. Hopefully Chase would notice it too.

"I'm just happy it won't effect my birthday at all. That would be a drag." He chuckled softly at that point, reaching for his apple juice for another drink before grabbing another slice of deliciousness.

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 Posted: Mar 19 2013, 09:48 PM
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Nothing in the world could have prepared him for what he was about to hear. Nothing could have cushioned him from the news that Theo was about to unleash, the weight he was about to bear in being privileged with this information. And a part of him was glad that he wasn’t given the chance or details enough to mentally prepare. A part of him was glad to feel the full force of the news, a sucker punch in the gut that left him winded, not quite knowing why. Not quite understanding why it was he couldn’t catch his breath, why the air suddenly became thick and tense… Chase had guessed that there had been something wrong when Theo couldn’t manage a ‘hello’ or a ‘k’ or even a ‘go the hell away I’m having a mental break down’ text. Common courtesy, as the social rules dictated here, was that the exchange of numbers meant there would be conversation, and thus messages would be returned. It was obvious that they weren’t unwelcomed, as he was sure there would have been a message in his inbox telling him to stop pestering him and go the fuck away. But they weren’t particularly welcomed either, considering the emptiness that had plagued that folder on his phone until earlier that evening. The sheer energy it took ignoring him, instead of being told off spoke worlds. Worlds more than one person should have honestly looked into or analyzed. But the details added up, more so now that the blanks were being filled in, and he could confirm that something had been wrong. He just didn’t know to what extent. He had tried to keep the conversation light and playful, letting the boy know that he didn’t have to explain to him what had happened if he didn’t want to. He wasn’t going to pry, stick his nose in business that wasn’t his—though, that was going against the training. He wanted this visit to reflect the sort of no-strings-attached friendship he had implied when they met. They hadn’t gotten the chance to get to know much about one another, so why should he expect for Theo to lay down the story of what had burdened him? To explain why it was they were finally getting the chance to hang out, a month or so later? It didn’t feel right to Chase to demand that information, when he obviously wouldn’t reciprocate. There were just too many things in his life he would never shed light on, never want anyone to know about him. Behind his happy exterior, the friendly smile that always found his way to his lips and the unassuming playfulness in his eyes that glittered with each joke he made, he was a cold blooded killer. He lusted for the blood of the most important person in his life, to relish the taste their blood left on his tongue when he finally sought out his revenge. To finally feel satisfied. To know that the creature who had put him through so much pain and agony knew what it felt like. The pain of betrayal… the heart stopping feeling you got as disbelief washed over you—he wouldn’t do that!. Oh but he would. He wasn’t proud of that, if anything, he was ashamed. He wanted no one to know that about him. For their opinion of him to be soiled. To look at him as if he was some monster—which he was. So how could he even begin to convince himself that Theo owed him so much as an explanation? As far as Chase was concerned, it was over now. It was in the past. You can only deal with what had happened and move forward from it, not dwell on it. But a part of Chase was relieved to know that Theo was going to enlighten him, as much as the story would no doubt weigh on him. It was nice to see that someone could trust him with something so personal, would want to let him in and be friends. It was a big step for a near virtual stranger. And an even bigger step for himself to allow it to happen. To take on the responsibility of knowing, share the weight he bore on his shoulders and try to help him through. It was a huge gesture that concreted the idea in his head that the two of them would be friends, no matter what. He couldn’t, wouldn’t, turn his back on Theo. He was here to stay there by his side until the ginger told him otherwise. Sitting in a contemplative silence, listening as Theo stumbled over his story obviously trying to walk on egg shells about certain details, Chase didn’t let anything show on his face. He wore a practiced half smile, using the distraction of the pizza to hide all the information that began to process in his mind. Nibbling on the bread, no longer caring that he had been near starving moments before, he nodded. It was so simple… yet… so devastating. The world wasn’t ending, no one was or had been dying, no zombie apocalypse, and yet Chase understood the gravity of the situation. He could tell by the tone Theo used that these nightmares just weren’t an inconvenience, they were utterly terrifying. He could understand that these weren’t normal nightmares that you could shake off, obvious by the way Theo looked sitting before him nervous, possibly by the reception of the news he was relaying. Nothing really could have prepared him for this. Chase didn’t need any more details, didn’t need to know what had happened or why, just that it did and it was over for the time being. He couldn’t deny that a part of him was interesting in knowing exactly what had caused him to do this to himself, to starve his body of sleep and food. A part of him wanted to know, to hear firsthand, what it was haunting him in his sleep that caused him to go to extremes in order to just prevent it. What in his life was creeping its way back up? If he could help… in any way shape or form. But that part of him was silent as he watched the ginger try and play things off as if they were okay, a hint of a smile on his lips when he tried to convince the blonde that he was fine. He knew it was a feeble attempt, that things were far from fine. But he knew better than to call Theo out on that. He was obviously trying to make amends, trying to make headway on the situation. It might not have been all sunshine and rainbows for Theo, as he sat at the table nudging his knee and making mention of his birthday, but it was on its way to getting there. He had been strewing in the silence long enough, letting his mind work while he outwardly attempted to seem neutral about the situation. It was evident by the frown that tugged at his lips, though, that he was neither okay nor neutral about it. It wasn’t sitting well with him, how someone could do that to themselves without even reaching out for help. If he could help it, it wouldn’t happen again. Idly, the crust of the pizza he had been nibbling on hung from his fingertips, swinging slowly before slipping and landing on his table to be forgotten. “You have my number for a reason.” he said sternly, though free of anger or disappointment. “If this ever happens to you again… no matter where or when or how… I don’t care if I am halfway across the world in East Buttfuck Indonesia, I want you to text me… call me… send me a smoke signal or anything. I will come.” he continued, moving so he could make eye contact with the ginger, letting his eyes express the seriousness and worry he was feeling. “I’m here for a reason. I don't like seeing you like this.” he finished, the smallest hint of a smile on his lips as he finally looked away, leaning back into his chair. He breathed a heavy sigh, closing his eyes for a moment to gather himself and be the happy-go-lucky friend that he was, he crossed his arms over his chest. The feeling of a wet nose on his jeans caused him to look down at the red husky, shaking his head at her as he leaned over and placed a kiss on the top of her head. He smiled fondly down at her, before looking back up to Theo, the last traces of concern leaving his features to be replaced with a raised eyebrow. Focus… he had to focus. Theo was making an effort to lighten the mood, to show that he was getting better. He shouldn’t be punished by constantly having to be bogged down by what had happened. Time to give up and move forward. “Birthday… aye? And when might this be?” he asked, a look of mischief taking over quicker than he had assumed it would.tagged: Theodora | word count: 1520 | outfit: HERE | notes: You know he was being a butt, pardon that he is a bit rough around the edges.cassie at atf & caution.
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Taking a bite from his pizza, he noticed that Chase's expression hadn't changed. It was still set in a manner that wouldn't give anything away. Maybe he shouldn't have said anything. Maybe telling Chase the truth was a bad call. After all, who would want to try and make a relationship with someone that was plagued with nightmares that turned into daymares and kept them from keeping in touch with you? Slowly swallowing his bite, his tongue flicked at his lower lip as he was just about to apologize when Chase spoke up.

Blinking slowly at the information Chase was giving him, Theo's breathing slowed and his chest tightened again. The blonde was scolding him, but not in a manner that would make Theo feel bad. Unsure of where to look, Theo adverted his eyes so Chase wouldn't see the shame that plagued them. Chase was making the effort to reach out and help Theo- letting him know that he wanted to help Theo. He couldn't help the small laugh that escaped his lips as Chase mentioned smoke signals and Theo looked up to see Chase making eye contact with him.

As Chase pulled back, Theo covered his face with his hand, feeling a small blush coming on from Chase's words. The blonde cared about the boy, and they really hardly knew one another. Swallowing back a giggle that was caught in his throat, Theo licked at his lips before running his hand through his hair once again. This was a bit too much fro the ginger, having someone reach out as fast as Chase did to offer help. This would make the second person he would have to keep in contact with on a daily basis on his status.

Deep down, Theo didn't mind one bit.

Trying to keep his mind from the feelings that were creeping from the back of Theo's mind, he took another sip from his glass, giving a small pout as his glass was almost empty. He was about to ask Chase for another glass when he heard the blonde sigh. Stealing a look from the corner of his eyes, a smile sprouted on Theo's lips as he leaned over to give Red a kiss upon her head.

He still felt proud of himself, knowing he was able to bring the two of them together. If he could do that with the rest of the animals that made their way into the shelter, maybe the hole he felt in his chest about everything that happened with Copper would ease. At least, that's what Theo always hoped for. there was a nagging feeling though, in the back of his mind, that knew nothing would make up for what happened. That's why he was plagued with these nightmares. He had abandoned his best friend. Hell, he did more than that; he had betrayed his trust and hurt his family. He shut his eyes tightly as his jaw clenched.

No. Not here. He was not going to dwell on his past. No matter how badly he felt about it all. He wasn't going to do it in front of Chase.

Stuffing the last of his slice in his mouth, he let the though process of chewing distract him from allowing his mind to wander as Chase questioned him about his birthday. The look that made it's way across Chase's face terrified Theo, and he almost choked on his last bite, finishing off his apple juice to keep from having to go through a coughing fit. "Wha- when? Oh. Yeah. Birthday." He swallowed and gave a small chuckle. "It's in two weeks. March 5th."

Leaning back in his chair, he pulled his legs up on the seat with him, resting his cheek against his knees. "It's nothing big, really. For all I know I'll be stuck working, again." Offering a small shrug, he flicked his eyes back up at Chase. "I just know that I don't want to spend it like a zombie...." Pulling up the sleeves of his thermal, he looked at his pale freckled arm. "I know I'm a ginger, but God I should never be that pale."

Sighing softly, he looked down at Red as she wagged her tail at the attention Chase was giving her. A smile spread across his lips as he looked from her back up to Chase. Well, he wanted to do was done, now what? He never really did anything like this, so he wasn't sure if there was something he had to offer, or if Chase was suppose to bring up a new topic.

"Chase..." His eyes flicked off to the side before refocusing on the blonde sitting off to his side. "Thank you. You really don't have to do this." He reached out with one arm and scratched Red between the ears again.

"So- what do we do now?" He twitched his nose as he lifted his head from his knees. It was too late out to go anywhere, and Theo didn't feel like going home. Maybe they could watch TV? Or they could talk more. Looking at the pizza box that was half empty, Theo felt his cheeks redden. "I didn't know I ate that much....." He laughed softly, feeling a yawn creep at the back of his throat. "Is there anything you wanted to do tonight? I mean- anything that you wouldn't mind having company for? Promise I won't touch the dishes." With that he held up his hand in a pledging manner. He wasn't about to ruin the easy mood they had settled into.

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 Posted: Apr 5 2013, 10:08 PM
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He knew the conversation was far from over, despite the fact that indeed… it already was. There were so many questions to ask, so much more that he wanted to know. But he knew better than to rip the scab off a wound that had barely had a chance to heal. It would be messy and honestly, none of his business. When they got closer, when they had more time to get to know one another, maybe then the conversation could be revisited. Maybe then Chase would be able to sit the ginger down and ask him the questions that weighed on his mind. Could figure out why and what in the boy’s life plagued him so much that he would resort to a mild form of self-mutilation. But until then, he would just have to sit back in silence and hope that things wouldn’t come to that again. Hope that Theo would call him when things got bad so he could help, so he could make sure his new friend would never be in a position like this again. Admittedly, it was hard for him to look at Theo without feeling a wave of guilt crash over him. If he had been more persistent with his texts… maybe called him… would it have made any difference at all? He just gave up. Sat idly by with a wounded ego because he didn’t get a message in return, not caring what might have been going on to cause such actions. Quickly he shook his head, damp hair flopping into his eyes as he tried to shake the thoughts from his head. He couldn’t be thinking like that! There was no way for him to possibly know what was going on. They were strangers just starting to enter to a friendship. There was no way for him to have interpreted the signs any differently than he had. He couldn’t sit there and blame himself for not seeing what wasn’t in front of him. There was only moving forward. Sucking in a deep breath, he looked back to the ginger with a smile on his lips. The conversation was over, really over, for the time being. He couldn’t dwell on it, else it might ruin the calm happy mood that had fallen between the two of them. Theo didn’t need guilt and confusion weighing on him… he had enough baggage to carry now. Happy news was meant to be just that! So instead of dwelling on the bad, Chase focused more on the celebration of life—a birthday due in two weeks’ time. His mind was suddenly whirring with ideas as to what he could do and what he could come up with. So many things to do with so many avenues to travel down. The options were endless, though for the time being he couldn’t just focus on one idea. As soon as it came up, it flittered away, only to be replaced by something bigger and better. This would be an interesting event… no doubt the ginger wouldn’t be ready for it. “You spent your birthday working?” Chase finally said, giving him and unamused look with a raised brow. He shook his head as he stood from his seat, moving over to stand behind the ginger. A hand lifted to his shoulder, gently squeezing it as he leaned to the opposite side, his chin almost resting on the other shoulder. “Take off for your birthday, we’re going to have some fun.” he teased, standing up abruptly and moving to the fridge to grab a bottle of water for himself. Twisting the cap off and bringing the bottle to his lips, he gave the boy a playful wink, fighting back a laugh as he took a large swig. Nodding his head with a sincere smile on his lips, he lifted a hand to wave off Theo’s ‘thank you’. He didn’t need to be thanked… There was a moment of silence that filled the room, unsure thoughts of what to do next floating around. Eyes roaming around his small home, he inwardly sighed. There wasn’t much to do around his place other than sit on the couch and watch movies and TV. He didn’t have any video game stuff or board games or even a computer… His place really was boring. But that wouldn’t stop him from at least offering it to the boy. If he wanted to stay and hang it wouldn’t be an issue, he wasn’t being kicked out. But Chase wouldn’t blame him if he wanted to go home. “You touch those dishes again and I’m tying you to a chair and… I don’t know what I’d do but it would be torture.” he threatened playfully as he moved out of the kitchen, closing the short distance between him and a small shelf with a small variety of DVDs. “Well, I have a small collection of movies we could watch… Super Hero movies mostly… Ironman, Batman… things like that. Some horror movies if you like those. Or we could see what’s on TV… the choice is yours, Princess, honored and esteemed guest.” Looking over into the kitchen, he flashed a cheeky grin as he pulled his collection of super hero movies down off their shelf along with his selected favorites from his horror movies, before stopped and slapping a hand to his forehead as if he were an imbecile. Hissing to himself he looked to Theo apologetically. What the hell was he thinking offering up horror movies to someone who just admitted to having crippling nightmares? “Right… Nightmares… I wasn’t thinking. I have a cheesy chick flick… erm… What was it, Stardust?” he offered, moving back to his collection and eyeing the spine with a scrutinizing glare. He didn’t know why he kept this… it had been an ex’s who left it at his place. He sighed, shaking his head. Setting the DVDs on his small coffee table he returned to the kitchen, leaning on the empty door frame. “So what’s it gonna be your Highness?”tagged: Theodora | word count: 1009| outfit: HERE | notes: I think this one is coming to a close xD cassie at atf & caution.
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 Posted: Apr 7 2013, 02:10 PM
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Keeping his grip on his hands locked, he kept his chin resting on his knees. He could feel the change in the atmosphere once the short silence had made it's appearance. He watched as Chase shook his head then offered a smile, which Theo couldn't help but return. There was something about the look on the Blonde's face that had Theo slightly worried. They hadn't know one another for long, but Theo had the feeling that Chase was plotting something. But what- he wasn't sure of.

"Yeah, it really wasn't that big of a deal. It wasn't like I made a big deal about it....." He blinked a bit as he watched Chase stand up. Lifting his head, he turned a bit in his seat as he followed him. His eyes blinked a bit as the other male's hand rested on his shoulder, and he about jumped when he discovered Chase was almost resting his chin upon his shoulder. "We-we are....? But-wha- oh..." He let one leg slide down to rest on the floor, twisting himself in the chair to follow Chase to the fridge.

Stammering out a thanks, Chase waved it off as he got himself something to drink. This blonde was something else. The way he was so open about things. How he was able to coax Theo out of his shell. There were so many thoughts running through Theo's head every time Chase was around. How was it possible that Theo was graced with someone as mellow and relaxed as Chase? What did he do to make an impression on the blonde? It was all a giant puzzle to Theo, and he was somewhat scared to try to figure it out, for fear of losing it.

There was another short batch of silence, and he felt the need to break it. He was, after all, the one who asked to come over. "What do we do now?" Had been his question, and he was replied with a threat of being tied to a chair. "Oh you wouldn't do that. I'm suppose to be a Princess, and Princesses don't get tied to chairs." Well, from what he knew they didn't. Honestly? Theo really didn't mind the thought of Chase tying him to a chair. Although he wasn't too keen on what the blonde would consider "torture." He wrinkled his nose at the thought.

He lost track of what the other male was doing, so when he heard his voice in a different part of the apartment, he blinked a bit. He hadn't even noticed he moved. Chase was naming off movies, and he couldn't contain his excitement. "Ohhhhh which Batman?" He had a lot of feels for Batman. He wasn't sure why, in all honesty, he just really liked Batman. There was something about running around with a secret identity that he could relate to, he supposed.

A laugh escaped from his lips as Chase scolded himself about the mentioning of horror movies. "No harm done man. I actually don't mind horror movies. I do prefer the really cheesy ones. You know- the ones you can laugh at because you know it's fake." As Chase offered a chick flick, Theo bit down on his bottom lip, trying hard to not openly laugh at the boys taste in movies. Shaking his head in response, he stood up and passed by Chase, giving his shoulder a gentle shove. "Well we may just have to watch this chick flick you're so fond of." Turning his head over his shoulder, he offered a smirk at the blonde.

Leaning over to fan the movies out, he looked at their covers. Shifting through heroes and serial killers, he really couldn't help but come back to that Stardust. Something about it had Theo's attention. Part of it was curiosity as to why Chase had a "chick flick," even though he knew nothing about the movie. Straightening himself upright, he flipped the movie over to read the back cover. "Princes, Witches, and Pirates, oh my!" He chuckled as he finished reading, and held it up. "I suppose my 'Princess' title is requesting this. Maybe it'll get to teach you about how to be a proper "Knight-in-shinging-armor." Besides, it's offering laughs. I suppose it couldn't hurt us." He tossed the movie to Chase, and was grinning as he caught him off guard with the spur-of-the-moment toss.

Looking down at the couch, he took note that it seemed to have seen better days, but there seemed to be nothing that would try to pull him into it. Brushing off the spot he was going to sit, he claimed his spot against the arm of the couch, pulling his legs under him. "I suppose if we're going to do this, you best get yourself into gear. Besides, I'm more than curious to know why you, of all people, have a chick flick." It wasn't long before he was joined by an excited Red, and he wrinkled his nose at her as he scratched behind her ears.

This was something he could get use to. There was a permanent smile plastered to his face as he heard Chase mutter something about 'Yes your Highness' as he went about setting up the movie. At least, it would take some getting use to Red climbing over him to lick at his face. He laughed as she was pawing at his chest and stretching her neck to give him lovings. Thankfully he was saved when Chase took his spot, and he wiped at his face as she made the lunge for him.

The movie was starting, and Theo turned his attention to the TV as he stole a quick glance at Chase. Yeah. He could get use to this. He would just have to remember to not touch the dishes in the future.

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