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ic// Ketone stirred, arms tightly wrapped around Francis, holding him flush to his body, opening his eyes regretfully, kissing his neck, ignoring his pounding head ache. He'd drink some more when he finally got up. Sadness filled him, today was the Games. He kissed his neck and throat softly, rubbing circles in his belly, hoping not to wake him, just wanting to cuddle him
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[size=11pt]IC: "Ke" Anthony came into the room, and for second of Francis's life he never ever wanted to hear Anthony's obnoxious Spanish accent that he and Ian's dark German accent would butcher every word of the English language. "You guys should get up, the lady is here chatting it up with her Breathalyzer." He grinned spinning around and leaving. "No, kill me now, I want to cuddle." Francis whined hugging Ketone tighter[/size]
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ic// Ketone hugged him back, kissing him lovingly, 'We can cuddle in Heaven or Hell honey' he murmured, getting up and somehow maneuvered himself into his clothes before waiting to aid Francis into his clothes, he'd piggyback him. He would kill anyone who tried to separate them, stylist, Capitol member or not. He growled in his throat, a soft one, nuzzling his face into Francis' side, nibbling at the flesh of his hips, leaning up and kissing him, 'I love you' he whispered against his lips. He slipped Francis into his clothes and gently bent, helping him onto his back.
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[size=11pt]IC: "Very reassuring, love you too, too the moon and back." Francis said tiredly pushing some of knotted hair back on from his face as he stood up. He remembered his older sister telling him about how men had s-x, and how they felt so much pain when they woke up, but he didn't feel much pain, more like a dull throb in his lower back[/size]
Coraline looked over at him and smirked"Why hello"she said kicking the dummy in front of her
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ic// Ketone smiled, nuzzling his face into Francis' neck before linking arms with him, 'Here we go to face certain doom of a lady type.' He chuckled deep in his throat. He savored every memory of their first and probably only time. 'Wherever we go after this, I promise I'll get you something nice.' He murmured, 'Get you a ring if you want.' He whispered, the thought of nor having Francis at his side burned a hole in his heart, his arm tightening up
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[size=11pt]IC: "Your effort is almost mediocre, we are going to die Ketone, I promise you we are. Don't make promises you can't keep." Francis said quietly and he kissed Ketone lightly on the cheek, his lips lingering. "I'm sorry to open your eyes to realty." He whispered into Ketone's ear before walking out, with a small limp in his step.[/size]
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ic// 'Like I said my dear, wherever, be it Heaven or Hell.' He murmured, 'My eyes opened as soon as he spoke of your death.' He murmured, still keeping their arms linked, walking beside him until they reached the main room.
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[size=11pt]IC: "Ah the love birds have arrived!" Anthony gasped looking very desperate. The lady had Anthony's flask discreetly on her plate, she looked like she took it again. "Francis, are you limping?!?" Ian gasped out laughing and Anthony kicked him under the table making Ian let out an angered whine. [/size]
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ic// 'He tripped and twisted his ankle' Ketone said in a voice that meant no arguing as he got Francis a chair if he wished to sit down, every movement centralized around him as if he had twisted his ankle.
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[size=11pt]OC: Happy 10,000 posts TitanPandora, you are officially obsessed with this website -__-[/size]
[size=11pt]IC: "How'd he trip, me and Ant heard you guys all night!" He laughed harder getting another harsh kick under the table making him glare at Anthony. The lady sighed wanting to take a sip of the full Flask sitting in front of her.[/size]
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ic// Ketone gave Ian a deadly glare, growling much like a wolf would, sitting down in a chair beside Francis, his head pounding as he yawned, swearing under his breath, holding Francis' hand, 'Oh and weren't you two busy like beavers too?' He grinned.
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[size=11pt]IC: "Likewise, getting drunk is a very hard task." Ian glared. "Er Ian we did make out in the middle, or did you forget?" Anthony asked with a smile. "I forgot." Ian paled and stuttered. "Yeah right, doll-face." He smiled pinching one of Ian's cheeks as he walked by swiping his flask when she wasn't looking. [/size]
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ic// Ketone barked out a laugh, 'For a sipper yes. For a full on, not so much. That is, if you're not an expert full oner, it's easy to get drunk. If you're an expert, it's harder.' He grinned, stroking circles in Francis' hand, squeezing his hand gently, 'I won't leave you.' He murmured, kissing his temple gently, closing his eyes, 'When we die, we shall die together' he whispered
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[size=11pt]IC: "Don't need your fancy English." Ian growled standing up and taking his plate. The lady looked down at her plate. "Anthony!" She screamed and Anthony ran out of the kitchen with his lips tightly incased on the flask trying to sip the most he could before the lady could catch him.[/size]
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ic// Ketone let laughter bubble up, watching them, kissing his Head, 'What do you want to eat honey?' He asked him softly.
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[size=11pt]IC: "Anything, Ian what did you make?" Francis questioned watching Ian drop two plates in front of them with scrambled eggs and a large sausage to accompy it. "Have a German breakfast before you die." He said bitterly dusting off his hand leaving the room. "Sassy much." Francis murmured behind his fork pied high with highly salted eggs.[/size]
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ic// Ketone laughed softly, 'Won't help him in the games, I'm afraid.' He hummed. He picked up the sausage and bit into it, licking up the juices that splattered across his lips, hunger an angry presence in his gut, tongue swiping across sharp canine like teeth, hence why a lot of people called him a wolf, silver eyes gleaming dark with hunger. He devoured the sausage in seconds, tongue still swiping over his lips, picking up traces of Francis among the juices, closing his eyes and saying in a teasing manner, 'Mmm mmm mmmm, Francis sausage.' He grinned, nuzzling him so he knew it was a joke and at most a referent back to the night's activities. He dug into the eggs hungrily
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[size=11pt]IC: "Very funny." Francis blushed and looked down bitterly with a frown watching as the lady came back with a black eyes and the same flask with the compass. "Can't wait for that tall brat to die." She said angrily dropping the empty flask down on the table and only a small bit of whiskey flowed out. [/size]
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ic// Ketone watched her, tense as a coil ready to spring, still holding Francis' hand. He finished his eggs and pushed the plate to the side, he'd wait to take in Francis' plate and his own too. He hummed softly, to an Italian love song.