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Post by Vyn on Mar 30, 2008 21:51:18 GMT -5
Javaid jolted backward, eyes going wide as his face burnt with embarrassment. That was utterly stupid of him, wasn't it? He'd just...been trying to help...but he should have known better than to touch someone without permission. He withdrew slightly, putting a proper amount of distance between them although he lingered on the edge of the bed.
Stupid.
His voice was low as he spoke, and one wouldn't have had to see his face to hear his flush of shame. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have breached those boundaries without your permission." He didn't bother giving excuses. Whether or not he meant to help, he'd only upset Conway in the end.
Javaid lowered his head, clasped his hands together, and continued his silent berating as he worked to contain the burning red that danced clearly on his white-furred cheeks. This was the sort of thing that happened whenever he let himself worry too much over the living, he truly should have known better.
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Post by Kari Muffin on Mar 30, 2008 22:51:43 GMT -5
Conway raised an eyebrow. "Do you even understand how wrong that sounded?" If it were possible for him to move properly away he would have. As things stood he just gave the man a rather confused look. He was good at that.
"Not doing it is better than an apology. You have no reason to freaking blush like that," he snorted before turning onto his side. Ow that hurt. He had half a mine to curl up in a ball, but that wouldn't work so well when he still ached. The medicine for his throat was working though.
He didn't feel bad for being so direct. He just didn't like it when people touched him. Personal space was something he greatly appreciated ever since his mother... okay. Enough of that. He was not going to get depressed about the past right now when he was bed ridden and could do nothing about it.
Conway made an annoyed growl before burying his face in the pillow.
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Post by Kiki on Mar 31, 2008 18:52:45 GMT -5
Kari and Vyn receive 1 token each, to be redeemed in Ashwin's Shoppe.
This will automatically be added to your recorded totals in the shoppe.
Congratulations, and keep up the good RP!
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Post by Vyn on Apr 1, 2008 22:54:28 GMT -5
Javaid's face only flushed a richer shade of crimson at Conway's comment. Did he understand how wrong his words had sounded? No.. Not in the least. His baffled expression made that achingly clear. Javaid really was quite socially inept.
"I'm aware of that now, and I shall know better next time." He wouldn't touch him again, not unless the boy asked for it in some way.
As Javaid spoke, he slowly worked to swallow down his emotions until the burning flush of embarrassment was gone from his cheeks and his expression was clear of humiliation once more. He'd obviously made a fool of himself, but he wasn't about to continue doing so if he could at all stop himself.
The jackal peered quietly down at Conway as he turned off, face buried in the pillow as he growled to himself or -- more likely -- at Javaid. Had he really upset the boy so...? Well, yes, obviously he had, but he wished that he could make it up to him somehow. He liked the boy, he didn't want to scare him off with such a foolishly absentminded action.
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Post by Kari Muffin on Apr 3, 2008 0:01:47 GMT -5
The emotions were filling the room rather nicely, weren't they? Conway shifted so he wouldn't suffocate in his pillow. Glancing back at Javaid he pulled the covers up to his neck. He somehow felt safer. Ugh. Whatever.
"So... I think I asked this question, I don't remember, but don't you have... anyone else to take care of?" Conway, in all honesty, could not bring himself to say the word "family" after having so many mental breakdowns. Javaid would just have to make general assumptions of what he meant. Or something. Conway could careless at this point.
He was silent until the Jackal responded or not. It was his choice after all. Conway didn't exactly want to pry. He just wondered why the man always seemed to be around. Didn't most people have families or things to attend to? Even if they had a job that required working with dead people.
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Post by Vyn on Apr 3, 2008 0:14:53 GMT -5
Javaid had successfully managed to wrap up his concerns into a managable lump and further move to hide from his own senses. He wasn't about to further blunder this evening by whimpering and whining about his mistakes.
"No, not really. It was just me and the dead here, before you came in." He rolled his shoulders gently, tilting his attention upward. When Conway went back to sleep again, Javaid would have to take a brief look around the grounds to be sure everything was in one place. "What little family I used to have, sleep here now."
Javaid honestly disliked admitting that his family was, for the most part, dead. Very few people had ever accepted the Jackal with all his eccentricities and his family had been among those few. When the last of them went beyond Javaid had found himself greatly severed from the majority of the world. It was easier that way, safer and less overwhelming, but also quite lonely.
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Post by Kari Muffin on Apr 3, 2008 0:29:32 GMT -5
"That's... kind of depressing," Conway said flatly. If that wasn't socially awkward he didn't know what was. With an uncomfortable shift he looked away from the jackal. "I honestly thought someone like you would at least have a girlfriend or something... I mean I'm sure plenty of people would kill just to hear your voice."
He shrugged. How could someone not notice a voice that pretty? Besides the owner who obviously didn't count. He was pretty, had a amazing voice, and lived with dead people. Well, it could be a lot worse actually.
Conway then realized this could lead to questions about him. Oh no, that would lead to bad things. Well, at least Javaid wasn't well versed at reading people's expressions when lying. Form the sound of it he was worse of than Conway with the people thing. Good, that gave the wolf a small advantage that made him just the slightest bit more comfortable.
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Post by Vyn on Apr 5, 2008 0:54:53 GMT -5
Javaid nodded slightly, staring down at his bone ornaments adorning his feet. Yes... It was rather depressing, but he'd grown used to it. Death was apart of life and, really, he was usually so preoccupied with his own studies that he rarely noticed he was alone.
The comment about his voice had him flushing heavily once more, as if it were something he didn't entirely like to acknowledge. He knew it was beautiful, he'd been told just that many times, but a pretty voice was just that and rarely went any further. He laughed a little, a shy and somewhat awkward sound.
"Well, yes..., but..." He frowned, obviously trying to find the right words. "I suppose even with my voice, that's...not enough?" How did you explain that you were an utter failure when it came to socializing and that most people wouldn't give up their lives among the living to make a clan with him among the dead? ...Not very easily. "I'm not...relationship material. Most just think I'm odd for living alone out here." Good enough.
Luckily for Conway, Javaid was so crushingly awkward at this socializing thing he wouldn't even begin to think of asking questions in a similar direction anytime soon.
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Post by Kari Muffin on Apr 7, 2008 12:54:12 GMT -5
Conway snorted briefly. Right. Lack of confidence, that wasn't much of a surprise was it? The young Hisstor decided that it was better not to say anything. Instead he curled up under the blankets and pretended to be asleep.
Pretending was easier than facing the truth. After all, he had to pretend that he was a normal person so often, pretending to be asleep wasn't difficult at all. It also led to him actually falling asleep.
When he woke up with a start he hadn't the slightest idea how long he was out. He just woke up to a dimly lit room with the Jackal nowhere to be seen. Conway propped himself up to a sitting position. He was still terribly sore from being sick, and his throat was starting to hurt again. That's what he got for talking so much. Bother. Finally forcing himself to sit up completely, he looked around the room. Well... it really didn't change much did it?
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Post by Vyn on Apr 8, 2008 12:40:22 GMT -5
Javaid felt a flood of relief fill him once Conway curled up and went to sleep. He smiled a little, the expression sad but content. It was easier to deal with people like this, when they were sleeping or incoherent...when they couldn't ask too many questions about him. He didn't mind answering, but he'd grown too accustomed to their responses.
Or perhaps he'd just allowed himself to grow too interested in Conway. It made him care what the boy might think of him, and that alone set him off balance.
Chores would put everything back in order. Cleaning and tending to the Necropolis, monotonous things that were quick to clear his mind of the events downstairs. When he didn't analyze his lack of living company, loneliness didn't bother him. It was just socializing in general which made him awkward, he'd really have to learn how to manage that better.
By the time Conway woke, Javaid had managed to complete his set of chores and gain a little sleep as well before venturing back upstairs to make tea and soup. The boy had been stirring a bit when Javaid left, so he fully expected to find him awake though he was pleasantly surprised to see him sitting up.
"How are you feeling, Conway?" He held up the tray a little. "Enough to try and eat a bit? If the soup isn't to your preference, I can try to make you something else." Setting the tray down, he shrugged slightly. "I don't know much of anything outside of Hisstor cuisines, though."
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