simplistic divinity. [koota.]

[valor chessaire]

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[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][STYLE=border-left:11px solid #000000; padding:10px; background-color:#f2f2f2; width:320px; margin-bottom:-2px; text-align:justify; font-size:10px; line-height:10px; margin-top:-2px] Seven hours into a secretive study of his own literary exploits, there was a hidden yawn, stretching back the upper cavern of his mouth. And though he placed a palm to his lips, covering his act of indecency toward the author of which his reading was manufactured, he could not cover the soft whine to which his vocal chords chimed, as they usually did whenever the young man yawned. The teenager could not hide the accountancy that it had, in fact, been just another bland expansion of twenty-four hours, and with little to nothing better to hold his time, he continued reading, each page turning earlier than most would with the intricacy of Leo Tolstoy. Sadly, the rendition of which he was reading was one in another tongue than he was particularly accustomed to, giving him a rough transition from what he remembered of the novel to the odd changes due to the transient language. At the very least, the difference in character usage over vocabulary kept him on his toes, his brain exchanging each phrase of sounds at a higher pace than he would have done before. Granted, he had exchanged the words of Tolstoy for smut hardly ten minutes back, and had less words for his brain to convert over larger images of interesting quality. Not that he cared more for one than the other-- in fact, on any normal day, he easily would have chosen to partake in "War and Peace" over much else. But this was no ordinary day. No. It was a particularly boring day in which he had received no extra assignments. He had no papers to ignore. No artwork to shirk off of his shoulder. No mathematical equations to write off at the very last minute. For once in his High School career, the young male had made the cognizant decision to make haste of his work early on in his excess time, making for an, ultimately, in adventurous weekend, to which his liking was in no way met. Hence, smut. Something that even the common man could comprehend without ever having to know what the gigantic kanji over each page meant. One could partake in the simplistic divinity of nudity with no need to disregard the subtext. It was what it was, without need of fancy words or extravagant idioms. But still, despite being a teenaged boy, his brain was cold, his eyes drooped, his body in need of oxygen. In other words, he yawned. The ultimate sign of a brilliant mind gone bored. [/style]

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[/font][/color] K-O-O-O-OTA!
words:[/font][/color] four-hundred and twenty-three.
notes:[/font][/color] aaaah. much shorter post than i usually make. apologies. @o@
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[koota dubois]

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[style=background-color: #cad7df; padding: 8px; width: 240px; margin-left: 3px; border-radius: 15px 0 0 15px;][style=background-color: #f5f7f9; padding: 5px; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; color: #494949; border-radius: 10px 0 0 10px;][style=font-family: arial narrow; color: #4ecdc4; font-size: 50px; float: left; margin-right: 5px; font-weight: 100!important;]I[/style]t really was far too easy to sneak into this school. This time, Koota didn't even wear a school uniform but simply he worn jeans and loose shirt. It was only thanks to the chilled weather he wore a beat jacket, Well, perhaps security wasn't THAT bad. After all, he did run into a teacher which caused him to duck into the nearest classroom. In doing this, he wound up in a room, not quite alone. Koota didn't shout, he didn't panic. Instead, he tossed the other a faint, charming smile. Well, this was awkward. However, perhaps it could work in his favour. The boy was yawning, bored perhaps? Slowly walking towards him, Koota eyed the door, then the boy, holding a finger to his lips with a soft wink. He walked till he was beside the other, speaking in a low tone. "Shh.. don't mind me alright kiddo? just hiding from the big bad teachers.." A playful smirk rested n his lips while those dark eyes scanned the room. He didn't see anyone else around, which was good. Dropping into the seat beside the other he let out a relaxed sigh and tossed his head back. This didn't as smooth as he wanted. The man was just to sell some of his product to the kid and duck out. He didn't count on the lil' guy wanting to chat it up and meet him in a room lacking windows to get out of. Tsk, typical. Still, he thought this over before tensing. Then, softly, whispered ' don't..mind the smell~". If he was lucky, this kid wouldn't know what was on the man. [/style][/style][style=font-family: courier new; font-size: 10px; text-align: center;]TEMPLATE BY JOHN OF OTE & BTN[/style]

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[valor chessaire]

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[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][STYLE=border-left:11px solid #000000; padding:10px; background-color:#f2f2f2; width:320px; margin-bottom:-2px; text-align:justify; font-size:10px; line-height:10px; margin-top:-2px] Symbols in giant, bold, black ink jumped at the child's face, his brow quirking in the slightest as he debated on whether to proceed his own measures of cultural study or the ever popular anatomical study. No, the half bare figure of an unnaturally busted woman dawning nothing more than ridiculous sequin tassels did not cause some sort of steaming arousal, nor did the previous pages of pig-tail swinging girls in unusual costumes, meant for taunting the fantasies of men, pique his interest any more than a Japanese rendition of Russia's invasion by France through the eyes of different aristocratic statures might have. The entire room reeked of inappropriate unpleasantries, and not even through means of his own juvenile behavior. Books, magazines, computers-- hell, the internet in and of itself was a source for more deviant evil than any sort of crazed blocking system would ever be able to tame. And, yet, there was more. A gentle waft of something maniacal had sifted and was traveling through the air. And it smelled... sweet~ Surprise, embarrassment, nervousness.. Upon seeing another person rushing to their position whilst committing a deed as Valor was, most children would be swallowed by the worst kinds of terror-- public humiliation. However, Valor was calm. Mildly concerned. The most that the other being's presence changed was the slightest of lifts to the blonde's brow. With the man's hurried, whispered words, boredom seemed to lift like a weight off of the teen's eyelids. Gently, he gave the lightest of chuckles, eyes rested still on his smut as he spoke. "Signore..~ Why mind such a familiar scent as that?" His words were soft, clear, and given with little care of the connotation into which the subject delved. "... And why presume I am not eh... member of faculty board~?" Between the last few words, he let the syllables catch in the air, a hint of expectation in his tone. Though he had the.. "best" of intentions for conversation, he never cared to back down from joining in on trouble, whether forced upon the second party or no. [/style]

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[/font][/color] K-O-O-O-OTA!
words:[/font][/color] 347.
notes:[/font][/color] Lovelypostbby. <3 youareperfectineveryway :'D
credit:[/font][/color] oxymoron @ back to neverland[/style][/td][/tr][/table]

[koota dubois]

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[valor chessaire]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style,margin-bottom:-4px; background-color:#000000][STYLE=width:100px; height:100px; margin:10px; background-image:url(http://i61.photobucket.com/albums/h50/DNAlchemist/FABRIZZIOICON3.jpg); float:left] [/style][STYLE=width:229px; background-color:#000000; margin-top:15px; color:#f2f2f2; font-family:georgia; font-weight:bold; font-size:30px; margin-left:120px; letter-spacing:-2px; line-height:20px]the storm is come, and i am following[/style]

[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][STYLE=border-left:11px solid #000000; padding:10px; background-color:#f2f2f2; width:320px; margin-bottom:-2px; text-align:justify; font-size:10px; line-height:10px; margin-top:-2px] There was a tinge of a scoff befalling the other's expression, assuming that the elder man had found Valor's denial of assumption somewhat humorous-- to which Valor, certainly, would not be amused. Never had he really be thought of as.. well, his own age. Of course, the major factor for that was his height over most else, and seeing as he typically towered over his peers, it was decently believable. And, yet, this single person seemed to know. And Valor was never fond of a lost opportunity to sway another's opinions with stories of farce. However, when the man laid his reasons out on the table, Valor, too gave a gentle laugh. Of course-- what a brazen sense of deduction this man held~ "Hnn~" he chimed, eyes continuously glued to his reading material, despite the hand being placed there, "I have yet decided whether your standards for faculty are high or low, signore.. To believe that they, even if of male persuasion, would not partake in such material...~ Why, I would be more surprised to hear that they did not." And it was fair to believe so. Perhaps this being had no eye for the perverse in man-kind, but the blonde highly doubted that. If this man was to strut around, offering paraphernalia to children... then he must have, at one turn or another, known the trials and qualms of the world, perversion included. Though, when the other lit up a fiery scent, Valor could have cared less as to whether or not the man believed in the level of perverse faculty members at the establishment... and once the door had been sealed, the boy gave a crude grin, waiting for the other's return to place his books on a nearby table, caring little to keep track of his page. He did, however, care for the compliment given him, and in little to no time, he retorted, "Oh, goodness... You would be surprised to see the looks of the teachers about the school.." he uttered, happily taking the cigarillo from the other and gingerly placing it between his own soft lips. It had been... much too long since last he had taken to such actions. "Now, what makes you believe, signore.. that I would not be so low as to report your visuals to nearby authorities...? Have you faith in your fellow felon or something to that sort?" [/style]

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[/font][/color] K-O-O-O-OTA!
words:[/font][/color] three-hundred and ninety-seven
notes:[/font][/color] I... I may have word puked all of that. I'msorrybbyilulong time ;3;
credit:[/font][/color] oxymoron @ back to neverland[/style][/td][/tr][/table]

[koota dubois]

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[style=background-color: #cad7df; padding: 8px; width: 240px; margin-left: 3px; border-radius: 15px 0 0 15px;][style=background-color: #f5f7f9; padding: 5px; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; color: #494949; border-radius: 10px 0 0 10px;][style=font-family: arial narrow; color: #4ecdc4; font-size: 50px; float: left; margin-right: 5px; font-weight: 100!important;]H[/style]e truly was cute. Koota..just chuckled. He really didn't have anything to say to the boy - he truly was a pretty quiet man. So he merely stared at the other with a light smile, slowly shaking his head. "I have yet to find a teacher that I wanted - they all look the same. Plain and boring..". He hummed these words before raising a brow at the boy's statement. Did he think highly of him? No, he was just a stranger. He had no reason to trust him. Though the foreign male did gently take hold of the other's chin with his fingers and leaned in, looking him over. "You look far from a tattle - with your interesting book choices. Besides, you are now tainted like me, so it isn't wise to make yourself fall as well.". As he said this, his thumb just lightly touched to the corner of the other's lips and slightly slid across the lower lip.. before his hand pulled away, a smirk on his face. "You took it so eagerly - do you smoke often? I won't judge - after all, i'm the one carrying it right..?". A soft laughter followed. "like it? home grown by a lovely fellow of mine. Quite the green thumb I think" [/style][/style][style=font-family: courier new; font-size: 10px; text-align: center;]TEMPLATE BY JOHN OF OTE & BTN[/style]

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[valor chessaire]

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[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][STYLE=border-left:11px solid #000000; padding:10px; background-color:#f2f2f2; width:320px; margin-bottom:-2px; text-align:justify; font-size:10px; line-height:10px; margin-top:-2px] . The reply brought up a gentle hum from the child's throat, his gentle lips quirking, ever so slightly. "Is that so..~?" he chimed, leaning his head back a bit to gaze up toward the ceiling, "I've a few that, truly, I would not mind taking..." And it was factual information at that, despite how highly the teenager thought of himself, he had a fairly broad view of what kind of person that he would deem worth.. sharing bodies with, though, he supposed, his standards were fairly high for those of which he cared to keep contact with- even if those fitting description would still be few and far between. And as the other male made physical contact with Valor's chin, the boy could not help but give a tilt of his brow. Well, he had been given the compliment, or so he assumed was a compliment, of "cute", and quite rarely did he refuse advances of the palpable kind. Though, as his eyes met with the other figure, he was taken aback to see wandering pupils. Was there something to debate? Had he not already deciphered that Valor's appearance was of model quality? Valor would admit to being vain, but he was also aware that the vanity was correctly declared. The mere action of being "looked over" was neither flattering or necessary. His complexion was flawless, skin silken and smooth as the arse of a babe. If any physical scars to be judged, none would be visible due to his clothing. Even then, he had never received complaints. "Is there something on my face?" he asked, musing more toward himself, having foresight to the answer, though he still expected one. "Tainted". The word swelled in his mind like a quote made my Che Guevara. Though true in its standing, Valor could easily have argued his ability to sway one's opinion. How often he had gained favor among his peers and superiors, he could not even count upon all appendages at his person. And, yet, he did not care to push the argument, give a sage nod in response. Certainly, he would give the stranger that, at the very least, not that he believed such tattling would be rewarded with drug testing. Not to mention, he was all too consumed with that finger held sagely upon his lip, a smile following its departure. "No. None too often, signore. I do as.. er... company sees it fit~" Of course, such a high would be much to lonely alone. "Mm~ Right you are. Carrying is worse than the over-all usage, no? I would rather to be in my penny-loafers than your-- ah, what kind of footwear have you? ... Never mind it. And I would hope that your plant owners have the right thumbing for such a field of work. It takes just the right kind of amore to tend to such things-- what is the phrase? You must... stroke it.. the right way~?" He gave the softest of winks, giving himself another inhalation of the drug before lifting it with his index and middle fingers, offering it back to the man from which it came. [/style]

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[/font][/color] K-O-O-O-OTA!
words:[/font][/color] didn't word-count it. sorry bby ;3;
notes:[/font][/color] hope it's okay. my brain kind of fuddled around for words on this one.
credit:[/font][/color] oxymoron @ back to neverland[/style][/td][/tr][/table]