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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Oct 7, 2008 23:31:35 GMT -5
Michael felt awkward, letting himself into the shop and the apartment above with his and Dare's bags full of things. He felt a little better when he penned a letter to send off when he went by the post office or owlery, telling Emilian they were going to be using his place. He stood awkwardly in the living room, the bags in a chair, unsure what to do, other than that he needed to move what he had brought with him in. Which was most of what he owned, other than the things he had been forced to leave in his trunk.
He cringed slightly, knowing that he would have to go back to his dorm to get the rest of it, since it was all but a permanent move-in, they would just have to leave when Emilian came back. He didn't like the idea of going back, considering what all had happened, but no, he couldn't think about that, not without Dare there. So he busied himself with putting the bags in the bedroom and going to modify the protective spells, both to be easier to get in and to protect people inside the building instead of the building itself.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Oct 8, 2008 11:36:23 GMT -5
"Michael!" Dare's voice echoed through the shop downstairs, then up the stairs, along with quick footsteps. When Dare got to the living room, he was still grinning, and he had a book tucked under one arm. His eyes, bright with excitement, locked on Michael. "I did it," he said, "I've got a job, I'm gonna be a DJ!" Of all the jobs he could have gotten, it had been one he hadn't been expecting, one he'd actually enjoy. Dare paused only a moment before crossing the room in a couple wide, bouncing steps, then throwing his arms around the back of Michael's neck, book and all, and kissing him.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Oct 8, 2008 11:45:39 GMT -5
Michael staggered at Dare's weight and his arms went automatically around Dare's waist for the kiss. When it broke, his own eyes shined when he saw the excitement in Dare's. "Congratulations," he said, smiling and pressing a quick kiss to Dare's lips. "So you're working at the club?" he asked, though he quickly realized it wasn't the smartest of questions, where else would Dare be a DJ at? "Ignore that," he amended, "When do you start?"
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Oct 8, 2008 11:50:23 GMT -5
Dare was so caught up that he actually had to think for second. "Tomorrow, 4:30," he said, his eyes taking in Michael's, then dropping to his lips or the slope of his jaw, then rising to look at Michael's eyes again. His free hand speared up into the hair at the back of Michael's head, and it was all he could do not to kiss him again. "I'm going it to like, get shown around or something. I'm a f~ing DJ!" Dare pressed his lips to Michael's again.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Oct 8, 2008 12:10:11 GMT -5
Michael laughed lightly into the kiss at Dare's enthusiasm, he couldn't remember seeing Dare so excited about anything before. He pulled Dare tighter to him and when the kiss broke, met Dare's eyes. "So I take it you're happy?" he teased, running a hand over Dare's back as he examined his eyes, taking in all of the excitement and happiness to remember later.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Oct 8, 2008 12:33:18 GMT -5
"Maybe," Dare answered, grinning again. "I went to every place in Hogsmeade, and no one was hiring, then Dru just up and offered me DJ! It's so going to rock!" Dare pressed another brief kiss to Michael's lips, then leaned slightly back, drawing his left arm into view, and the book with it. "I got this for you, to celebrate," he said. It wasn't an expensive gift, but Dare knew Michael would appreciate it. It was a sketchbook with a deep forest green cover. Dare only hoped it wasn't too soon.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Oct 8, 2008 12:45:19 GMT -5
Michael's broad smile tempered into a softer curve of his lips when he saw what Dare held. His eyes came back up to Dare's and he kissed lightly, "Thank you." It wasn't too soon, it was perfect. He pulled his arm from around Dare to take it, moving his thumb over the cover and looking down at it. "I'm glad you got a job you like," he said when he finally pulled his eyes away from the book.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Oct 8, 2008 12:49:08 GMT -5
"So am I," Dare said, bringing his arm back around Michael. His right hand caught at his left wrist, still bare, and rubbed at it, then he blinked, looking around the room. "Where's my bag?" he asked. He let go of his wrist long enough to step away, then resumed his absent rubbing. He felt naked without something on his wrist, and he was done job-searching, so there wasn't any reason he shouldn't put his wristband back on.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Oct 8, 2008 12:54:29 GMT -5
"It's in the bedroom with mine in the chair," Michael said, looking down at the sketchbook and running a hand over the cover. Out of the corner of his eye he caught on the motion of Dare's hand, and brought his gaze up to Dare. "Did you do something?" he asked, his eyes flicking back down to Dare's wrist before looking back up.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Oct 8, 2008 12:58:25 GMT -5
"What?" Dare mentally followed Michael's gaze, then shook his head, turning toward the bedroom. "It's just weird not wearing them," he said, not even realizing he hadn't made any mention of his wristbands yet. "I feel half-dressed." Exposed. Dare shook it off. "I'll be right back." Dare headed into the bedroom then, fully intending on digging his wristbands out of his bag.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Oct 8, 2008 13:12:28 GMT -5
Michael nodded and his eyes went back to the book in his hands. "Alright," he said absently as he opened the book, running his fingers over the blank first page, clean and fresh. He really hadn't expected Dare to get him a sketchbook. But it was wonderful and he wasn't going to say or think anything that might end with it being taken away, even if it was a ridiculous thought.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Oct 8, 2008 13:41:08 GMT -5
When Dare returned to the living room, relief was written in his posture and on his face. He was looking down at his wrist as he adjusted the band around it, but he hadn't bothered with his belt. He didn't intend on going anywhere tonight, unless the ice box wasn't stocked, but Dare had a feeling that Emilian hadn't gone through what was in there. When Dare was satisfied that his wristband and watch were in place, he finally lifted his gaze to Michael, stopping to watch him with a light smile.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Oct 8, 2008 13:49:49 GMT -5
It took a minute for Michael to feel Dare's gaze on him, and when he did he brought his eyes up, reluctantly shutting the book and focusing his attention on Dare. "I'll have to find something special to put in it," he said, smiling. He loved the book and planned on keeping it close, the pages filled with pleasant thoughts that couldn't be ruined by some idiotic Slytherin.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Oct 8, 2008 14:00:30 GMT -5
Dare's smile widened and grew crooked as his eyes met Michael's, then dropped down to his lips. "I'm sure you'll figure something out," he said. Dare finally released his wrist, then headed across the living room again, still excited, but to a manageable level now. All the same, he stepped up behind Michael and slipped his arms around him, wanting to hold Michael without making him set down the book just yet.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Oct 8, 2008 14:10:08 GMT -5
Michael sighed softly and leaned into Dare, looking back down at the book before tucking it against his chest with one arm and turning his head to look up at Dare. "It's going to be nice being down here," he said. He could handle the stares, and they would only have to listen to the students during class time, class time. He had only had to deal with a couple of classes the day after the Prophet had been out, it was going to be an interesting day back.
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