A lovely crowd [Carm, Ashton]

[jethro]

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Credit to Memzard of BTN

[carmine conte]

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[atrb=valign,top][STYLE=background-color: #7E2217; font-family: courier new; color: #F1ECDC; font-size: 9px; letter-spacing: 6px;]-I FIND IT KIND OF FUNNY [/style][STYLE=background-color: #e1e1e1; font-size: 10px; padding: 5px; text-align: justify; color: #3A2C2F;]They had a date today. A totally cool and heterosexual threesome date. Just Carmine, Jethro and Ashton, along with whatever eavesdroppers were roaming the area around them. It was a chance to try and pry Ashton further out of his shell, while also bugging Jethro outside the bedroom. What was the difference between bothering Jet in and outside the bedroom? There wasn't one. Except Carm had to be less nerdy about his bullying. No LARPing outfits out there, except for those horns Carm had given to Jethro which he expected him to wear every single day, all day, everywhere he went. Carmine couldn't imagine what he'd do if Jet were without his horns. He would just be absolutely devastated. Which was why, when they arrived in the cafe, it was the first thing he noticed off about Jethro. Carmine had dragged Ashton their, his arm hooked around the smaller's boy to prevent him from having that chance to run away. He had a pair of handcuffs under his bed, but he didn't want to draw the police into this play date. So he just kept a vice grip on the boy, not planning to let him make up excuses to get out of this. They were all friends, weren't they? Despite not having known each other long. But friendship didn't need time. Friendship just needed everyone to be together, like they were doing today. Dropping Ashton's arm- even giving him that small chance to run free if he wanted- Carmine jabbed an accusing finger not only at Jethro, but at the top of his head. His mouth hung agape, wide eyes hidden behind sunglasses. "What the hell have you done?! I swear, if you lost them, this whole thing is over. Do you have any clue how much those cost? Do you even know where I got them? You better go find them right this instant, young man!" Carmine snapped, jumping to the immediate conclusion that he must have lost them. If he hadn't lost them, they'd be on his head. There is no reason why Jethro shouldn't be wearing them and Carm knew this. He always wore them. What was this tomfoolery? [/style]

[STYLE=font-size: 9px; letter-spacing: -1;]made by retrogress of back to neverland[/style]

[ashton parish]

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[atrb=background,http://i49.tinypic.com/nlr339.png] why did it have to be him? why was he the one being dragged away from his sweet, silent-when-ori-wasn't-there dorm? he had essays to write! no, his teachers didn't assign him any, but... eh... it was complicated. what was even more complicated was why he was getting dragged into some cafe, restaurant... er, place where they sold food. he didn't really catch the title of the building on the way in. he was too busy trying, and failing, at releasing himself from carmine's grip. for a larper, he had a strong grip. it must be from swinging that sword around all the time and saving 'princesses' in his free time. ashton let out a little whine when the sophomore finally let go of his arm. he took a step back, surveying the room full of people while his hand rubbed his sore arm. next time, he was coming willingly... maybe... but, all these people... a tremble ran down his spine. he wasn't that fond of going out to eat. the waiters and waitresses scared him, and all the customers gave him judging stares for being the quiet, nerdy little boy he was. couldn't they have just, you know... ordered pizza and hang out in the safety of the dorms? there were creepers and pedophiles in places like these! okay, maybe that wasn't the most... accurate statement, but he did grow up with a paranoid mother. ashton flinched when carmine snapped at jethro, successfully gluing his attention to the two sophomores. wh-why was he so mad at jethro? weren't they friends? you... you don't just get angry at your friend! at least... that's not what he's heard... he did't know if it was true. did friends get mad at each other? and... over... horns? oh, yeah, jethro didn't have his horns on. why would that anger carmine? he was never really told why the grey-skinned boy wore horns. then again, he was never told a lot of things. maybe he should ask... but, you know, when carmine isn't fuming. over little nubby horns... and when ashton could stop trembling, looking like a kid watching his parents get killed before his eyes. okay, well, maybe not that frightened... but, he was still scared, enough so to be speechless.

[jethro]

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Credit to Memzard of BTN

[carmine conte]

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[atrb=valign,top][STYLE=background-color: #7E2217; font-family: courier new; color: #F1ECDC; font-size: 9px; letter-spacing: 6px;]-I FIND IT KIND OF FUNNY [/style][STYLE=background-color: #e1e1e1; font-size: 10px; padding: 5px; text-align: justify; color: #3A2C2F;]Carmine instantly snatched the note from him, lifting it very close to his face. Too bad reading with sunglasses on wasn't the easiest task. So he lifted his sunglasses a fraction and squinted with his crimson eyes to read Jethro's so called explanation for not having his horns. The boy readjusted his glasses and crumpled up the note to fit it nicely in the pocket of his bright red jacket. Carmine didn't say a word. Behind his sunglasses, he glared at the other, but there was a very obvious pout on his lips as he quietly followed to the table. He took the seat directly across from Jet, ready to kick him in the shin hard if the time called for it. The male was grumbling already. "He needs to be exposed to the real world. The real world comes with violence, yelling and fighting. Dammit, we can't sugarcoat it for him, Jethro! The world is an awful place and he's safer inside. But when our enemies come and he's spent all of his time indoors, he won't have a clue how to protect himself when they come breaking down his door. He needs to be exposed to the raw, hateful world and learn to face the facts!" What was Carmine talking about? He didn't even know. He was just throwing out a bunch of epic phrases that he thought sounded pretty cool in movies and hoped they sounded cool together when he said them. But they couldn't just tell Ashton that everything was great outside. There were bad people and if he couldn't even handle Jet and Carm having a playful, not really, but kind of serious argument, then how was he going to handle everyone else? [/style]

[STYLE=font-size: 9px; letter-spacing: -1;]made by retrogress of back to neverland[/style]

[ashton parish]

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[atrb=background,http://i49.tinypic.com/nlr339.png] he tensed when jethro placed a hand on his shoulder, allowing the sophomore to lead him closer to the table. the boy let out a soft it's fine in response, ducking his head slightly when his hair was ruffled. well, great. now he had to--no, wait. his hair was already a bit of a mess. he wasn't given any time to actually get ready before being dragged out of his dorm. at least he was already dressed. that would have been embarrassing, being dragged out in his pajamas. ashton took a seat in the last chair. because four chairs were for squares. for all he knew, the table could very well be a rectangle. oh, look at him, going off into his own world again. he glanced over at jethro when he asked if they wanted anything to drink. he didn't really know of any of the drinks at this place, or in japan at that. he knew about ramune, but that was about it. so... "w-water's fine..." just to, you know, play it safe. he didn't want to request something then figure out that they didn't sell it. that would be very embarrassing. ashton shrunk down in his seat a bit, glancing over at carmine as he began talking about the dangers of the real world and all that. it was pretty confusing, and he had some trouble following along. all he got out of it was someone breaking down his door. who would do that? if someone did, then wouldn't superman or batman come and save him? no, wait, they would be too busy in america to get over to hokkaido. crap...

[jethro]

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Credit to Memzard of BTN

[carmine conte]

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[atrb=valign,top][STYLE=background-color: #7E2217; font-family: courier new; color: #F1ECDC; font-size: 9px; letter-spacing: 6px;]-I FIND IT KIND OF FUNNY [/style][STYLE=background-color: #e1e1e1; font-size: 10px; padding: 5px; text-align: justify; color: #3A2C2F;]Well, if Jethro was paying for all of this, then Carmine supposed that he could behave for just one day. To think he was losing his cool over a pair of horns. And in public too. He couldn't help it! Those horns were special. Even if Jethro didn't enjoy them, Carmine felt as though they were a symbol of their friendship. So if Jet wasn't wearing his horns right now, did that mean they weren't friends anymore? Carmine tried not to think about this. He tried not to overreact more than he already had. And, lastly, he tried to pretend he didn't care. He shouldn't care. Not this much over a pair of plastic horns. "Cafe Mocha. White chocolate, not dark and it has to be chocolate syrup, not powder. Three quarters steamed milk, one quarter espresso. Whipped cream is necessary with cinnamon lightly sprinkled on the top. Also, if they have straws, that would be totally awesome," Carmine recited, as if he'd made this exact order many times before. If he couldn't get this here, he'd take a walk to somewhere that could serve him what he wanted. If they didn't want to give him a straw, then so be it. Everyone could just deal with listening to him loudly slurping until someone gave him one. Smart women carried straws in their purse for the occasion that an attractive man would need one. This was common knowledge. [/style]

[STYLE=font-size: 9px; letter-spacing: -1;]made by retrogress of back to neverland[/style]

[ashton parish]

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[atrb=background,http://i49.tinypic.com/nlr339.png] ashton bit down on his lower lip, hesitantly nodding at jethro's words. it did make him feel a little bit better. with carmine and jethro, he wouldn't have to worry too much about... well... bullies. and, he guessed, those evil super villains like the joker or doctor doom. though, the joker was pretty awesome, even if he wasn't a superhero. he was scary yet amusing at the same time. he really should hate the villain for trying to kill batman all the time, but he couldn't bring himself to. at carmine's very specific and probably rehearsed order, he couldn't help but giggle softly to himself. would they even make a drink with that much instruction? they sometimes even screw it up at starbucks, so they might do that here. and, seriously, a straw? every place should have straws, especially when kids came into it. otherwise the floors would be a sticky mess. blech. ooc: whyisthispostsosmall? >A<

[jethro]

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Credit to Memzard of BTN

[carmine conte]

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[atrb=valign,top][STYLE=background-color: #7E2217; font-family: courier new; color: #F1ECDC; font-size: 9px; letter-spacing: 6px;]-I FIND IT KIND OF FUNNY [/style][STYLE=background-color: #e1e1e1; font-size: 10px; padding: 5px; text-align: justify; color: #3A2C2F;]"I think I got the wrong coffee," Carmine stated, insisting that he wasn't the princess that ordered this. To think that there was a poor princess in this little cafe who was being denied her delicious coffee. Carmine would just have to find her and return it to her like the valiant knight he was. But he had company and he couldn't just abandon them. Also, he was thirsty. Very thirsty. So Carmine took a seem of his coffee, finding it oddly weird that this princess drank exactly what he'd ordered- they were a match made in heaven. He would have to find her later in the day and offer to buy her one in hopes of it being a good enough apology for drinking this one she'd bought today. Carmine's gaze lifted, fingers wrapping tightly around the cup as he shifted his eyes onto Ashton. It wasn't as though he'd given Ashton much of a choice on the matter. He'd literally forced him out here, whether he wanted to or not. "Nope. He's pretty light for a nerdy kid. Not saying all nerdy kids are fat... or that Ashton is fat," Carmine paused a moment and reached over to try and poke Ashton's stomach. No such thing as personal space when it came to Carmine. He invaded all spaces. "Definitely not fat. Damn, you're a skinny little kid. You're as bad as Jet." [/style]

[STYLE=font-size: 9px; letter-spacing: -1;]made by retrogress of back to neverland[/style]