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Post by kaiden reece dewey on Nov 22, 2012 0:24:39 GMT -5
Kade's mouth dropped. If it could, it would hit the floor. Sure, he had seen the boy angry before, but not like this. What had happened while Kaiden had been away? He was on the outside looking in, and it was the last place he wanted to be. Makism was special. He meant so much, but something was off. Kade cringed as his face was barely missed. That was enough. "Then why the hell are you still here?" He climbed to his feet and scooped the folders up into his arms. "No one's keeping you in this spot. No one told you to wait outside this room. If you don't want to talk to me, then leave." His teeth grind-ed together as he finished talking. He didn't have to stand here and take this. He didn't deserve to be yelled at or even swung at. Kade was only being a friend.
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Post by makism vandik tarasov on Nov 28, 2012 22:40:47 GMT -5
He feels... it's been so long since he's felt a god be damned thing. The Russian man doesn't know what to feel any more. There's a shaky breath in his lungs, trying to hold on. Trying to get a grip. He tries not to shake but the shivers are coming back, his eyes are flashing and starting to burn with the coldest of fires. "I'm sick and tired of talking, Kade..." His tone is soft, Russian accent playing with the words as they slide past his lips. There's a defeated look to Makism, and it's enough to make him feel sick. He refuses to say the words, he won't sound weak, but more than anything he wants someone to reach out and hold him.
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