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5th Floor Common Room - Sunday evening.

Pippi had come back from her trip into town with Molly to discover a bunch of holes in the wall, including one in Proty's eye.

Poor Protty!

So she flounced back into town to get a few supplies and was now patching the holes in the wall and painting over them.

She started with Proty's eye. Which she patched and then painted an eye-patch over it.

Then she added a goatee, a magnificent hat, and a hook on the end of one of his tentacles.

Meet Proty's cousin.

Obed.

She smiled at her handy work and got to work on the rest of the wall.

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Yep. Confused.

"Oh. Right," he said weakly, then went back to the part of the conversation he could understand. "I'd totally pay you for the jacket, man. D'you think it'd look okay on me?"

"Sure! They look good on everybody. It's like...a little black dress." And Demyx had the gloves and boots to match. Though he wore pants too, of course.

"I've never had a little black dress," Anders said, laughing. "But that'd be kind of awesome, if you're sure."

"Me either, but I know they're supposed to look good on anyone." Demyx slipped the coat back on, zipping it up. "I think it'd look great on you, actually." No, no, he wasn't trying to flirt.

...Okay, maybe a little.

Anders wasn't noticing. Except maybe he kind of was.

"Thanks, man," he said, grinning. And possibly preening just a bit. "I think I'd like to try that out, then."

"If you can just get someone to adjust it a bit..." Demyx walked around Anders, gently running his hands up Anders' spine and across his shoulders. "It'll fit like a glove. Like it's supposed to. I bet it'll be hot, too."

Anders was . . . not minding the attention, actually. "You really think it'd be hot?" he asked with interest, looking over his shoulder at Demyx.

"Mmhmm," Demyx murmured, trying not to purr. Okay, maybe he wasn't trying too hard. "I do think it'd be hot." He massaged Anders' shoulders, much stronger than he appeared to be.

Whether or not he'd admit it, Anders was such a sucker for flattery. "Well, if you really think so, I guess I'll have to take your word for it," he replied, trying really hard not to grin.

And, possibly, failing.

Demyx was just a sucker for a hot guy. And Anders fit that bill very well. "I could tell you more about how hot you are, if you'd like..." Demyx trailed off, leaving the invitation open-ended.

But . . . boyfriend?

That totally lost out to the 'sucker for flattery' part.

"My ego wouldn't mind a little stroking," Anders allowed slowly, definitely grinning now.

"Hmm...sure that's not the only thing that wouldn't mind a little stroking?" Demyx was a tease. Definitely a tease. He continued to rub the other boy's shoulders. "Do you work out? You're really muscular."

"I might think of a few other things."

Lords of Kobol, did he really just say that? He so totally did. Anders might even have been leaning back into the massage a little bit. "I could stand to work out a little bit more," he allowed. "But I do, yeah."

"Mm...I can tell. We should...you know, work out sometime." Demyx grinned, leaning closer to lightly, barely brush his lips against Anders' ear. "Maybe sometime if you aren't busy you could come visit me..."

And cue the internal flailing, though there was definitely at least some glee there. Also, quite possibly, a bit of a shiver.

"I'm . . . always on the lookout for workout partners," Anders said, his voice cracking just a bit. "Though I don't know where you live . . ."

"Room 517. No roommate." Blatant, yes. Seduction...possibly. That depended on Anders. "You can come...anytime." Ah, double-entendre. Demyx was enjoying himself immensely. Obviously.

Hey, the double entendre even occurred to Anders. See, he was learning. "517," he repeated. "I'll have to remember that. Anytime, huh?"

"Anytime I'm not in class." Demyx's grin turned wicked. "But if you show up on a Thursday evening, maybe you could help me with my Sex Ed homework." He was being good, patient...notice how he hadn't simply jumped Anders then and there!

"Depends on what the homework is," Anders replied, grinning himself. "Fair exchange, maybe? I'm in that class too. How come we never talked before?"

It's possible he was going to hell for this. If his people believed in hell. ~~Which canon has completely not addressed.~~

"That sounds like a good idea to me," Demyx agreed, snaking an arm around Anders' chest and kissing the side of his neck. "We'll have to see what the assignment is neck class. Though we do have all these neat toys to play with from last time..." He walked his fingers down Anders' chest slowly, teasing him.

Anders stiffened ~~not like that, OMG~~ involuntarily at the kiss, which wasn't to say he hadn't enjoyed it. Not that he had any idea what Conner was up to (http://community.livejournal.com/fandomtownies/992025.html?thread=41516313#t41516313) this evening, but he was definitely feeling a bit guilty now.

"Yeah," he managed after a moment, "we do. I've gotta . . . there's some stuff I need to do, so um, I'll see you in class on Thursday, or maybe before if I come get that jacket?"

"Well, like I said," Demyx pouted a little, but didn't push it. "You can come anytime. I'll be sure to be ready for you."

Anders thought he could pick up on the disappointment in Demyx's tone, and by way of apology leaned back into him for just a second. "I'd like that," he said honestly. "I've just gotta take care of some stuff right now."

He turned and smiled, almost shyly. "See you around soon?"

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