Blackwater Jones : . . . . msg#15834 Tue, Aug 5, 11:36PM PST
*A cold foot is what awakens him, or at least pulls his attention from a half-alert dream about the time he fell from a bolting pack animal and broke his arm... A cold foot and the jolt of fear from the fall. He jerks, gasping, eyes flicking open... He drags his foot back under the blankets and maintains his tenacious grasp on the young man beside him...*

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker (~~ Upstairs ~~): . . . . msg#15894 Tue, Aug 5, 11:41PM PST
~~Fear seems to be the emotion of the evening then. Running from a nightmare he knows he won't awaken from in time, Neets tightens his arms around the trader, not even realizing it's him just yet. Jor...gods, he hates that name. That face...why'd she have to say that? His entire body feels cold, icy with the cold he tried to surround himself in for so very long...though he's actually sweating, the sheets a clammy trap of linen twisted around his scarred legs...~~

Blackwater Jones : . . . . msg#15962 Tue, Aug 5, 11:46PM PST
*Why was he so cold? Or clammy, rather....And his arms were too tight.... He shakes his head and begins humming to Neets, the same tune that he's hummed ever since they met... He was awake, now, a nameless fear beginning to touch him with cool fingers...He tries to squelch it, concentrating on the tune*

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker (~~ Upstairs ~~): . . . . msg#16038 Tue, Aug 5, 11:53PM PST
~~The tune reaches his ears, pulling him a little further from the memory...dream...nightmare...whatever it was. It allowed him a little distance, looking down on the scene with concern, instead of frigid disinterest. 'Oh,' said a tiny part of him in a very small voice, 'that's not good at all...that poor boy...' It wasn't enough though...the tune...follow the tune to the surface...not so hard a swim... And then he's out of it, body jerking once as he rejoins the waking world, a gasp for air...~~

Blackwater Jones (-Upstairs-): . . . . msg#16117 Tue, Aug 5, 11:59PM PST
*His song stopping momentarily as the young man twitches... It restarts, but a different song....Old. This song is older than dirt, full of octave jumps, slow, almost hymn-like.... his arms stay right where they are, one hand drifting along pale back...*

Blackwater Jones (-Upstairs-): . . . . msg#16190 Wed, Aug 6, 0:05AM PST
*He stretches as well as he can, noting the fear has ebbed.... He pulls the shelved questions from the last couple of days down, still murmuring the song as he shuffles through them and wonders...*

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker (~~ Upstairs ~~): . . . . msg#16225 Wed, Aug 6, 0:07AM PST
~~There's a twist in his gut...it hurts, though not as much as the raw lump resting in the back of his throat, or the rapid beating of his heart. He surprises himself by not scrabbling to get away, but pressing closer, biting back the whimper of a frightened puppy as he desperatly clings to the trader, the song...anything to keep him -here-...-now-.~~ T'lk t'me... ~~A whisper, begging.~~

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker (~~ Upstairs ~~): . . . . msg#16340 Wed, Aug 6, 0:17AM PST
~~He follows the tune, trying to let it calm him and wishing he'd never thought to look for his family...but then... No, best not to follow that line of thought...why does he feel as though he should be answering something? Probably the dream.~~

Blackwater Jones (-Upstairs-): . . . . msg#16359 Wed, Aug 6, 0:18AM PST
I'm right here..... I'm not goin' anywhere.... *His own stomach pinches, the questions being reshelved as the fright wells up again... He stamps on it, firmly holding onto the words of the song as other words slip from his mouth, his arms aching a bit with the effort of keeping him so close...* Let us go then, you an' I.... When th' evening is spread out against the sky.....Oh, do not ask, "what is it?"...... Ma perciocche giammai di questo fondo.......

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker (~~ Upstairs ~~): . . . . msg#16430 Wed, Aug 6, 0:24AM PST
Know y'ar'...butcha wer'nt fer a m'nute...inna dream... Don' go. ~~An order delivered in such a soft, quavering voice should have very little effect, and he knows it, adding his own scant strength to the embrace, trying not to hold too tight as words in a language he doesn't know slip into the darkened silence of their room.~~

Blackwater Jones (-Upstairs-): . . . . msg#16497 Wed, Aug 6, 0:30AM PST
*Taking a somewhat ragged breath at the tremulous words, he shakes his head again* I'm not gonna... *Deciding he likes the way the Italian sounds, he dredges up a little more...* S'io credesse che mia riposte fosse........ Or puoi la quantitate........ Senza tema d'infamia ti rispondo....... After the cups, the marmalade, the tea, Among the porcelain, among some talk of you and me......

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker (~~ Upstairs ~~): . . . . msg#16582 Wed, Aug 6, 0:39AM PST
Y'can't...don'...cou'dn't...~~ He finally manages to shut himself up by tucking his head in the hollow of the trader's throat, careful not to press so close that he makes talking impossible.~~ Beej? ~~So softly, after the lilt of foriegn words has faded.~~ M'ke me ta'k...a'kin feel't...m'cold... ~~Frustrated by the lack of a better explanation, he sighs, breath too hot as it slips past his lips. ~~

Blackwater Jones (-Upstairs-): . . . . msg#16644 Wed, Aug 6, 0:45AM PST
Make you talk, Neets? Why? You've got the blankets all squangled...which is probably why you're cold..... What can you feel? *He wriggles and squirms, fishing for the edge of a blanket... He gives up and lifts the edge of the blanket that covers him and puts it over the slender youth* I am staying right here....

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker (~~ Upstairs ~~): . . . . msg#16741 Wed, Aug 6, 0:53AM PST
~~Reaching down, he realizes he -does- have the blankets in a jumble, and manages to untangle them a bit, tugging them back up to cover them both.~~ Cause I kin...s'cold...don' wanna be cold an'more Beej... Kin feel...'ear...gods. ~~Shaking, both his head and his body, he tries again.~~ T'dream...s'jus got me rattl'd...don' mean t' 'old'ya to 'ard.

Blackwater Jones (-Upstairs-): . . . . msg#16844 Wed, Aug 6, 1:02AM PST
I know... It's all right, I don't mind....*He tucks Neets' hands under his arms to help warm them, sharing as much of his blanket as he can...* You can hear what? It was just a dream... it's all right..... *He puts a soft kiss on Neets' forehead*

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker (~~ Upstairs ~~): . . . . msg#16915 Wed, Aug 6, 1:08AM PST
~~Shaking his head again, still with his face pressed against bare chest.~~ T'voic's Beej. Kin 'ear'm 'gain... A'mean...th'y ain't in charg'r'nuth'n...but t'dream. Aaagh! ~~His growl of unhappiness fades off at the kiss.~~

Blackwater Jones (-Upstairs-): . . . . msg#16994 Wed, Aug 6, 1:14AM PST
They were in the dream...? *Not trying to be, or sound, stupid, he's just trying to help.... To encourage Neets to talk, which may provide a clue as to how to help.... He keeps a sigh to himself, pressing face against the green hair* That's good, that they aren't in charge.....You getting warm?

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker (~~ Upstairs ~~): . . . . msg#17091 Wed, Aug 6, 1:22AM PST
Inna'dream...yeah. Inna back'a m' 'ead. Cold...touch'n. B'for? Wh'n'a firs' metcha? A'was...cold. M'not 'xplain'n ver'well. ~~One hand reaches up to rest on the trader's ribcage.~~ M'warm...

Blackwater Jones (-Upstairs-): . . . . msg#17158 Wed, Aug 6, 1:27AM PST
Cold... Oh. *Nods* Like the phrase 'cold fish'.... I know what you mean, I think....*A quiet bit of rumbling at the hand, relaxing his hold on the younger man, bringing one hand up to rest on his face* That's good... I don't like being cold, either..... You gonna be okay?

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker (~~ Upstairs ~~): . . . . msg#14217 Wed, Aug 6, 1:42AM PST
Yeah...th't cold... ~~The hand on his face comforts him more than he can ever hope to express, and his body relaxes minutely.~~ Dunno...jus' keep t'lk'n t'me, 'kay? Ask s'me ques'ions r'summat...need'a be d'stract'd. ((This is what I typed before you left...Um...I'm counting them as still tucked safely away upstairs...*grin*))

Blackwater Jones (-Upstairs- ): . . . . msg#14295 Wed, Aug 6, 1:49AM PST
((Neets- *Nods* Yeah, they're still upstairs... Thanks, I didn't see that one.)) Questions? How about twenty questions, that's distracting.... Lemme think... Okay, I've thought of something.... *He smiles a bit in the dark, glad to feel some of the tension leave Neets.... He starts tracing the lines of his face* Remember, yes or no questions....

Blackwater Jones (-Upstairs- ): . . . . msg#14333 Wed, Aug 6, 1:52AM PST
*Actually, he's still waffling... His hat, or...? The humming begins again, the old hymn slow and stately...*

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker : . . . . msg#14336 Wed, Aug 6, 1:53AM PST
~~He manages a faint smile, the roiling of his stomach ebbing somewhat and a soft sigh leaving him. Thin fingers stroke absently over the drum of ribcage.~~ Yes'r'no...yeah... Yer' turn's firs'... ((*grin* Only because I never got the chance to send it! It was FREAKY! I was just doing my 'I MIGHT have mail' check, and there was that message from you! *blinkblink*))

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker (~~ Upstairs ~~): . . . . msg#14362 Wed, Aug 6, 1:55AM PST
~~The song sounds oddly familiar, but he can't quite place it...~~ ((*giggle* 'Here Comes the Bride' by any chance?)

Blackwater Jones (-Upstairs- ): . . . . msg#14399 Wed, Aug 6, 1:59AM PST
((Woah... After I sent it, I thought, 'Oh, I wonder when Reesa will get it? I hope she gets it soon...yaddyaddyaddy...' My browser tells me I've got mail, so....*Shrugs* Odd....)) My turn first...'Kay... Is it round? *He feels the knot in his own belly relaxing some, those fingers leaving a trail of warmth after their passage... He shifts a bit closer*

Blackwater Jones (-Upstairs- ): . . . . msg#14432 Wed, Aug 6, 2:03AM PST
*He takes up almost where he left off, deriving a bit of comfort from the words, even if they don't quite fit him, his life.... Sliding up three steps smoothly, holding the high notes wihout much trouble...* ((*giggle* Nope! Amazing Grace. ))

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker (~~ Upstairs ~~): . . . . msg#14436 Wed, Aug 6, 2:03AM PST
Wha'? A'me'nt fer...I ferg't 'ow't'play th's... Y'sed you 'ad summth'n in min' s'you go firs'. Um... ~~Smiling again, a bit longer this time as the trader sidles closer in the dark.~~ S'it roun'? ((*laugh* Congratulations, you've just entered the same category as Andrea...the 'Freaky Timing' category!))

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker (~~ Upstairs ~~): . . . . msg#14454 Wed, Aug 6, 2:05AM PST
~~He listens to the humming with a bit of interest, reminding himself that some night he needs to ask to hear that song...~~ ((*laugh*))

Blackwater Jones (-Upstairs- ): . . . . msg#14490 Wed, Aug 6, 2:09AM PST
((Oooh... I'm sharing a catagory with Andrea! *Yays* *Flips through her Book of Cool and notes the shiny gold star next to 'Reesa', under the heading of 'Listens to/Knows of TMBG'* *Grins*)) Well, one of us picks something, then the other asks questions about it.... And, yes, parts of it are round.... *He swears he can almost feel Neets smile.... or maybe it's just his improved mood.... He adds that thought to his growing pile, picking up the thread of song*

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker (~~ Upstairs ~~): . . . . msg#14553 Wed, Aug 6, 2:15AM PST
A'know't -now-... ~~There -is- humor in his voice..not a lot, but then, he's hardly in top shape.~~ Ummm...s'it 'live? ((*grin* Scary huh? *laugh* Oh...I have a gold star!))

Blackwater Jones (-Upstairs- ): . . . . msg#14558 Wed, Aug 6, 2:15AM PST
*Someday, he'll really have to sing to Neets.... Though he'd run through the scales in that one bath house.... Didn't count. The song changes, becoming a little more swingy, but still maintaining an air of old dignity...Almost lullaby-like, if the beat was slowed down a bit...* ((*Grins* I'm feeling Traditional tonight, or something... Now he's humming 'Swing Low, Sweet Chariot'.))

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker (~~ Upstairs ~~): . . . . msg#14584 Wed, Aug 6, 2:18AM PST
~~The brief thought of a bath, soapy water and scales in a rich tenor...he finds himself wondering where he picked that memory from, then decides it's because of the humming.~~ ((*laugh* Suuuure...hum Hymns at the pagan...*giggle*))

Blackwater Jones (-Upstairs- ): . . . . msg#14605 Wed, Aug 6, 2:20AM PST
*Now he must decide... * Yep... *His smile widens at hearing the small lightening of Neets' voice, relief washing through him.... He distantly wonders if this will happen often, trailing a slow finger along lips...* ((*Laugh* I don't mind... Andrea's cool. *Nods* Yup, y'do!))

Blackwater Jones (-Upstairs- ): . . . . msg#14658 Wed, Aug 6, 2:26AM PST
((*Laugh* Neets is Pagan, too? They're -music-.... *Sighs, thinking about the tunes, the melodies...The harmonies...* *Quits, 'cause she'll have more OOC than IC*)) *A few words slip out, sotto voce, as he wishes for a bit of back-up...* commin' for to carry me home..... *He returns to his humming, the words and verses muddling in his head...*

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker (~~ Upstairs ~~): . . . . msg#14659 Wed, Aug 6, 2:26AM PST
S'live, n'round. Mmmmm... ~~The quiet buzzingstarts out as thoughtful humming, but turns into a light buzz directed at tickling that finger tracing his lips.~~ S'it small? ((*laugh* I rather think so! *giggle* Wow...my mother will be so PROUD! *giggle*))

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker (~~ Upstairs ~~): . . . . msg#14687 Wed, Aug 6, 2:30AM PST
Eh? ~~He returns to his quiet speculation of what the 'thing' could be, not paying attention to the words, merely the tune. ((*giggle* I dunno...I don't think Neets is really strong on religion...*snort* And I was just kidding...*grin* I like music...I think Amazing Grace is a pretty nifty song, when done right.))

Blackwater Jones (-Upstairs- ): . . . . msg#14698 Wed, Aug 6, 2:31AM PST
((I'm sure she will! *Snicker*)) *He grins as the younger man's lips tickle his fingertip, attempting to touch the tip of his tounge as it flicks out on 'small'* Well... It's bigger than a breadbox, but it's smaller than me.... *He chuckles* So much for sticking to yes and no answers...

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker (~~ Upstairs ~~): . . . . msg#14733 Wed, Aug 6, 2:35AM PST
~~Restraining himself (And tonight, it's not taking much effort...), he merely plants a kiss on the fingertip.~~ S'it mek'noise? A'don' mind... ~~All innocence, not thinking he has much of a chance at winning if he doesn't cheat.~~

Blackwater Jones (-Upstairs- ): . . . . msg#14743 Wed, Aug 6, 2:36AM PST
((*Grins wryly* I didn't think so... Beej isn't either, but he likes the music... *Nods* If done right, Amazing Grace is stunning..... I love The Messiah, too...)) Nothin', just the words of the song... *He's quiet for a moment, before picking up Amazing Grace, again.*

Blackwater Jones (-Upstairs- ): . . . . msg#14798 Wed, Aug 6, 2:42AM PST
((It's okay.)) Yep... The amount depends on the circumtances, though.... *He does grin at the kiss on his finger, moving his hand to follow the curve of ear... He doesn't care about whether or not the answers count as cheating, since he hates strict yes and no answers...*

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker (~~ Upstairs ~~): . . . . msg#14825 Wed, Aug 6, 2:45AM PST
Mmmm...s'nice...~~Dare we use the word? Cuddling closer, one pale leg slipping over the trader's as he yawns a little, he moves his ear to lie flat against Beej's chest.~~ ((*grin* I like it...I also like...oh...um...*blanks* Some of the Gregorian Chants. *yawns* I don't know if I'm going to make it all night...all of a sudden all my energy is gone...))

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker (~~ Upstairs ~~): . . . . msg#14859 Wed, Aug 6, 2:48AM PST
~~Were he interested in moving, he'd give the trader a suspiscious look.~~ What color's't? ~~There...a little bit of a shiver, not an unpleasant one at -all-....~~ ((*blinks* What's okay? *lost* Ack...))

Blackwater Jones (-Upstairs- ): . . . . msg#14897 Wed, Aug 6, 2:53AM PST
*He notes the leg, the hand on the younger man's face moving down to just above the bend of his knee, slipping towards hip...* Glad y'like it.... *His other arm just gathers Neets close, all tension draining from him.... He should feel wrung out, but a quiet happiness just sits there in his chest and he tries to keep that lewd little voice away from his thoughts...* ((We can wrap it up soon if you want.... *Shrugs* Gregorian Chant's okay... I like stuff that's got more than three notes... *grin*))

Blackwater Jones (-Upstairs- ): . . . . msg#14946 Wed, Aug 6, 2:58AM PST
((The repost was okay.... *Blinks at the T.V.* You know those G.A.P easy-fit commercials with the musicians? Junior Brown is the guy with the cowboy hat doin' the wild dobro guitar work...)) Umm... It's mostly white..... Or sometimes mostly black..... There hasn't been a lot of black, of late...

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker (~~ Upstairs ~~): . . . . msg#14951 Wed, Aug 6, 2:58AM PST
Jus' like you... ~~ Allowing himself the security of being held, he lies in the huddle of blankets and Beej, feeling...tired. Or maybe just drained...hard to tell.~~ ((*yawngiggle* Sorry Shan...I hate doing this but considering that I just fell asleep at the keyboard, I think we'd better wrap it up...*sigh* *laugh* There is that...it depends on the mood I'm in..))

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker (~~ Upstairs ~~): . . . . msg#14988 Wed, Aug 6, 3:02AM PST
~~Not nearly as dim-witted as all that, he pokes one slender finger gently into the arm resting on his hip.~~ S'no fair pick'n -me- s'yer top'c! ((*grin* Those are the STRANGEST ads! *laugh*))

Blackwater Jones (-Upstairs- ): . . . . msg#15073 Wed, Aug 6, 3:10AM PST
*Actually, that salacious little voice seems to have gone to sleep of its own volition.....And weariness has a hold of him, too. He moves his arm back around Neets' waist, happy to just lie there...* Like me? *A small huff of amusement* Love you.... *Oooh, he said it a little louder...If a stage whisper counts as louder.... The call of Morpheus is a siren song, indeed....* ((It's okay, I'm tired, too... And there's always tomorrow afternoon, if you want/can....*Grin*))

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker (~~ Upstairs ~~): . . . . msg#15103 Wed, Aug 6, 3:14AM PST
~~He decides to let it pass that he meant 'I like you', yawning.~~ L-l-love you too... ~~ He wonders if the heat of his skin can really increase that much without his body bursting into flames...at least in the dark no one can see the bright crimson...~~ ((Okay... Afternoon sounds good.))

Blackwater Jones (-Upstairs- ): . . . . msg#15106 Wed, Aug 6, 3:14AM PST
Whattya mean, no fair? *Softly, rubbing his nose against the younger man's* I thought my hat would be too obvious.... *He brushes his fingers against Neets' side, a small tickle for the poke* ((I like 'em... They impress me, some of them.... *Laugh*))

Blackwater Jones (-Upstairs- ): . . . . msg#15138 Wed, Aug 6, 3:18AM PST
(('Kay, about four as usual?)) *Ah, the dark may hide the color, but not the heat.... He just cinches up his embrace, his eyelids growing heavy* Mm-hmm....

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker (~~ Upstairs ~~): . . . . msg#15147 Wed, Aug 6, 3:20AM PST
~~Still blushing, he manages to sneak a kiss on that still-smooth cheek, making a soft sound at the tickling, something like a quiet laugh.~~ ((*grin* Yeah, some of them are kinda cool.))

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker (~~ Upstairs ~~): . . . . msg#15179 Wed, Aug 6, 3:23AM PST
~~Thakful he doesn't have to say anything more, unsure of what he would say if he were to open his mouth again, his hand moves softly over the trader's back, and he sighs, yellow eyes closing as he murmurs something sleepy.~~ Mmmmhhhuuhhh...tir'd...g'n'ght Beej... ((Four sounds good to me!))

Blackwater Jones (-Upstairs- ): . . . . msg#15205 Wed, Aug 6, 3:25AM PST
*The grin turns into a totally intelligence-free expression at the kiss, which he returns...then just setlles down against Neets, feeling very....content? Complete? Something like that....*

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker (~~ Upstairs ~~): . . . . msg#15227 Wed, Aug 6, 3:28AM PST
~~The kiss only barely felt, he murmurs once more, drawing close as he can to his partner? lover? soulmate? Too much to even consider...he merely lets himself enjoy the closeness, sinking back into his sleep without even a thought of nightmares.~~ ~~GONE IC~~ ((*yawns* G'night Shan. *Waits for response, then gone.*))

Blackwater Jones (-Upstairs- ): . . . . msg#15236 Wed, Aug 6, 3:29AM PST
Mmmph...G'night....*Blink...b l i n k....He eyes shut one last time, breath slowing as he sinks away from conciousness....Deeper, into pleasent dreems about clever hands and scorching sun....**GONEIC** ((*Grins* *Nods* Four it is, TT, of course... *Hug* Thanks! it was fun as usual... Surrealism and all....))

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker (~~ Upstairs ~~): . . . . msg#11813 Wed, Aug 6, 4:21PM PST
~~Fitful sleeping, after waking up a time or two, finally gave way to exhaustion. But now exhaustion was loosing its hold on him, letting him swim towards wakefulness...ah, there it was. Groaning, he rolls over a little, feeling the pounding in his head with a wince.~~ ((*grin* Oh boy!))

Blackwater Jones : . . . . msg#11875 Wed, Aug 6, 4:26PM PST
Hmm...? *His usual fully-alert state and lightning-quick reflexes would stun a slug.... Ah well, the last few days- or maybe just day and a half- were not exactly the easiest... He does manage to open his eyes and focus on the green-haired lad beside him...* 'Mornin'....'r whatever....

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker (~~ Upstairs ~~): . . . . msg#12022 Wed, Aug 6, 4:38PM PST
Nugh... ~~What a -brilliant- answer! He thinks about sitting up, then discards the idea.~~ Sorry...'bout wakin y'up las' n'ght...

Blackwater Jones (-Upstairs-): . . . . msg#12096 Wed, Aug 6, 4:43PM PST
It's all right.... I sort of woke myself up. Y'feelin' better? *One hand comes up to brush at that malachite hair, scooting his head back a little so he can look at that alabaster face*

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker (~~ Upstairs ~~): . . . . msg#12121 Wed, Aug 6, 4:46PM PST
Dunno...a'g'ess so... ~~He shrugs, hands folded under his cheek as he watches the trader.~~ Less scar'd fer sure..

Blackwater Jones (-Upstairs-): . . . . msg#12197 Wed, Aug 6, 4:52PM PST
That's good, Neets....*A faint frown skitters over his face, those questions falling off their shelf* You...were scarin' me..... But it wasn't 'cause you were scared....*Snorts* That's not what I mean.... It's like when you 'faded in....*Sigh* That's not quite it, either.

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker (~~ Upstairs ~~): . . . . msg#12262 Wed, Aug 6, 4:57PM PST
~~He lowers his eyes at the frown.~~ M'sorry...shou'da gone downsta'rs... Y'don' need'ta see't...

Blackwater Jones (-Upstairs-): . . . . msg#12401 Wed, Aug 6, 5:05PM PST
What are you sorry for? *Concern/puzzlement in his voice, he hadn't meant to sound mad... And he wasn't, just trying to figure this out. Whatever it was.* I...I'm here. *As if that should be reassuring or something....He bites back annoyance at his lack of words*

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker (~~ Upstairs ~~): . . . . msg#12465 Wed, Aug 6, 5:09PM PST
~~He frowns, glaring at his arm.~~ Ain't r'ght...jus' cause't 'appen'd t'me, don' mean you gotta 'ear 'bout't... ~~He feels a soft flutter in his chest, caused by those two words.~~ A'know...

Blackwater Jones (-Upstairs-): . . . . msg#12559 Wed, Aug 6, 5:16PM PST
*He scrunches up his face... He hadn't heard about...Or that- He shakes his head, letting his face relax* I haven't... You haven't said anything about...whatever. The dream, or... *A soft sigh* I don't think it'd bother me, too much, any more... *He smooths his hand over the atacamite locks again, nodding*

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker (~~ Upstairs ~~): . . . . msg#12614 Wed, Aug 6, 5:19PM PST
~~He shakes his head quickly.~~ No. Don'...wanna t'lk 'bout't. Not y't... ~~He continues his steadfast examination of the dark green hair on his arm, then begins counting the threads in the sheets.~~

Blackwater Jones (-Upstairs-): . . . . msg#12700 Wed, Aug 6, 5:26PM PST
*His own head begins to pain him, the thorough scrutiny of minute objects making him a little antsy...* -Something- is bugging you.... And, in turn, bugging me... *He releases Neets to rub at his face and turn onto his back, putting and arm back about the youth* Whenever you're ready....*He tries to distract himself with a song, but the words and tunes run together into a mess*

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker (~~ Upstairs ~~): . . . . msg#12766 Wed, Aug 6, 5:31PM PST
~~Something, yes, but he couldn't explain it right now, not with his head all muddled from sleeping too hard. Trying for something like gaeity, he thinks for a moment.~~ We cou'd allus play twenny ques'ons ag'in...

Blackwater Jones (-Upstairs-): . . . . msg#12847 Wed, Aug 6, 5:37PM PST
I suppose.... It's your turn. *He smiles, remembering the reaction to what he chose...* You never did tell me why it wasn't fair of me to choose you.... *Deciding to lighten the mood, knowing he'll hear about it, sooner or later, and besides it'd take his mind off of those quietly stewing questions*

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker (~~ Upstairs ~~): . . . . msg#12918 Wed, Aug 6, 5:42PM PST
Mmmm...gimme a min'te... ~~A sudden sly grin overtakes him and he looks up.~~ A'r'ght...go 'ead...

Blackwater Jones (-Upstairs-): . . . . msg#12951 Wed, Aug 6, 5:45PM PST
*His eyes having drifted closed again, he misses the wickedness on Neets' face* Hmm... Is it bigger than a breadbox?

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker (~~ Upstairs ~~): . . . . msg#12989 Wed, Aug 6, 5:48PM PST
Much...~~Gentle fingers trace soft contrours of a tanned face.~~

Blackwater Jones (-Upstairs-): . . . . msg#13024 Wed, Aug 6, 5:51PM PST
Hmm... *He smiles, both from the answer and the touches, settling closer to the younger man* Is it bigger than you?

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker (~~ Upstairs ~~): . . . . msg#13053 Wed, Aug 6, 5:54PM PST
~~He pauses to consider for a moment, the image of two puzzle pieces interlocked swirling through his mind.~~ Yup...s'bigg'r n'me. ~~His hand brushes over a cheek, tickling at the top of an ear.~~

Blackwater Jones (-Upstairs-): . . . . msg#13143 Wed, Aug 6, 6:00PM PST
*He thinks about those puzzle pieces, briefly, before moving his attention back to the game and tipping his head into the hand tickling his ear* Tickles.... Hmm. Is it...Is it portable? *He opens his eyes again, smile widening*

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker (~~ Upstairs ~~): . . . . msg#13167 Wed, Aug 6, 6:02PM PST
~~He grins, tickling on purpose now, running a nail over the skin at the back of his ear.~~ Yup. Moves re'l easy...

Blackwater Jones (-Upstairs-): . . . . msg#13239 Wed, Aug 6, 6:06PM PST
Uh-huh.... *Feigning thought, trying to shift his head away from that fingernail* Agh, that tickles! Hmmph....*Raises a brow* Is it nearby?

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker (~~ Upstairs ~~): . . . . msg#13355 Wed, Aug 6, 6:13PM PST
~~He grins widely, a rather toothy(!) affair.~~ Mmmm-hmmm. S'close alla time...

Blackwater Jones (-Upstairs-): . . . . msg#13432 Wed, Aug 6, 6:18PM PST
All the time, Kitten? *He notices the teeth with an answering grin and a rather false sigh* I suppose that it's me? *A foot sneaks up to the bottom of one of Neets', then closer, tickling at it...*

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker (~~ Upstairs ~~): . . . . msg#13485 Wed, Aug 6, 6:21PM PST
~~Blushing, giggling and grinning should not all be done at the same time. There's really should be some sort of law. As it stands, Neets is rather unable to answer for a moment.~~ Nope! Yer parta' it...but s'not you...

Blackwater Jones (-Upstairs-): . . . . msg#13699 Wed, Aug 6, 6:33PM PST
((*Giggles at Reesa* I know... *Snicker* And -I- shall have Beej pics. *Nodnod*)) *He laughs, drawing his foot away, turning and putting his other arm around Neets* I'm only part of it? *A mock pout* Aw, you wound me! *He grins again* Well, then, it's bigger than a bread box, bigger'n'you, it's easily moveable, always around... And I'm part of it.... *He shakes his head* Hmm. This...*Waving one hand at them, the bed* Us?

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker (~~ Upstairs ~~): . . . . msg#13780 Wed, Aug 6, 6:37PM PST
~~He snuggles closer, thinking that was actually a rather silly thing to choose.~~ Y'g'ess'd it..y'git a prize now y'know... ((YAY!!!!!!!! *grins* Shall we just leave them pretty much there?))

Blackwater Jones (-Upstairs-): . . . . msg#13993 Wed, Aug 6, 6:50PM PST
((*Rubs at her ear* Hoo...People like to shout 'yay' at me... *Laughs* I think so... )) *Thinking it was actually rather clever, he shores up his hold* I do? You never claimed yours from last night, then... Let me see if I can make amends.... *And with that, he plants a kiss on that tempting pale rose mouth, reaching for those terribly wonderful teeth... Fade Out.* ((*Grin* *Hug* I'll see you later! Thanks... ))

Neetlemyre Knickerbocker (~~ Upstairs ~~): . . . . msg#14034 Wed, Aug 6, 6:52PM PST
~~Grinning like a fool in the instant before the kiss, he formulates a plan to get -exactly- what he wants out of his reward...~~FADE AWAY~~ ((*hug* Byeeeee!))