Pet [Denver, open]

[Veriah Nadeah]

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— give in,

to temptation that keeps
following you tonight
obey the shadows cry

He couldn’t believe it, he was going to be late to Orchestra and it wasn‘t like he could really help it either! He had ran into so many people that wanted to say hi to him and many more that wanted to try and beat the dickens out of him. Luckily, he was able to avoid those special individuals by evading them by taking the long way about. Even now, he was playing that game. His blond head popped out from behind one of the many random classes rooms within Ouran. He looked to his right and then to the left before venturing out into the halls.

His arms were full of sheet music that he was going to have to play today for a bit that was coming up soon. He had at least three folders in his small arms. He walked quickly down the hall with his head down, bells jingling with every step he was taking. Blue eyes glanced down at his watch with a deep frown. Man, if he didn’t get there in time then the main doors would be locked. Meaning, he would not be able to attend practice this very day.

He hurried down the stairs taking three at a time and jumping to take a fourth. He was now in a full sprint and having no trouble getting down the stairs as he finished jumping off the last stair and took off to the right. He rounded another corner, wondering if Kira would be able to come up with a good excuse for him to try and keep those doors open. It was very rare for Nadeah to be late but sometimes it happened, like today.

He was making head way until he ran straight into something tall, hard, and possibly grumpy. Having clashed into whatever he clashed into, he landed flat on his back and papers fluttering about everywhere. Good lord, what had he even hit and why? While laying there like a dead person, he turned his head up to see and paled instantly. Oh, God. He knew that dark haired fella in front of him, how could he not? He was one of the people he was trying to avoid!

Suddenly, Nadeah was on his knees and grabbing all the papers in fist fulls and trying to shove them into some kind of order into his folder quickly as he had the deer in the headlights look on his features. ”Sorry. I’m sorry. Sorry.” Deah said quickly as he gathered his mess, trying so hard not to go into a panic attack at this moment. Lord, of all the people to run into! Who was next? Smirnov Yuri? One of his brothers?

Once he gathered most of his papers, he stood straight up and stiff like a board. His eyes stared at the other widly as he felt like he might pass out in fear. ”Y-You’re not hurt, right? I, um, I ah. So, sorry!” He was gonna die wasn’t he? Hung up by his underwear on a flag pole.

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[Nheira Denver]

Denver had been wondering around the school looking for his pet. He was more than annoyed that he'd been unable to find him. He knew it shouldn't be that hard considering that Deah wore bells on him almost constantly. Deciding that the music room might be the best bet to find Deah he decided to head that way. Denver wasn't really sure if he'd run into him or not but he guessed it was better to try then not too. He himself had finished a painting he was doing yesterday and it wasn't really necessary for him to have to attended the meeting today, nor did he feel like it.

Heading towards another hallway he finally spotted Deah, however he didn't expect the little angel to run into him. Denver didn't even move when Deah hit him. He stared down at him with annoyed violet eyes. He was trying to think of something to say as he watched his pet scattered about on the floor. Reaching towards any papers that were near him as he openly said sorry towards Denver. What a silly kid. Of course he wasn't hurt, he was built and much taller then Deah. Deah looked rather fragile.

Just touching him made Denver think he was going break him. Stepping forward and touching Deahs head he side smiled. "Relax. You can always make it up to me later pet." He ruffled his hair and turned on his heals. He made his way towards the rest of the papers scattered about on the floor. He picked them up one by one and spoke towards Deah. " I was looking for you, we're you avoiding me again?" Denver asked, he looked towards Deah with a slight glare, more or less trying to make sure he told him the truth.

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[Veriah Nadeah]

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— give in,

to temptation that keeps
following you tonight
obey the shadows cry

The small blond did not move from the spot he stood. His hands clasped the sheet music to his chest as he stared at Denver like a scared puppy. He hadn’t really a clue on what to do or say in this matter. True, he was avoiding Denver because well, Denver was a scary student here in Ouran and had a reputation for kicking ass and never asking questions before doing it. Taking names? Pfft, he didn’t need too. The guy proved to have an excellent memory that Nadeah took notice of after a few past encounters. Which was why it was so hard to avoid him, Denver could remember where Deah normally went off too.

But now that he took note, the taller male was not followed by his usual gang of thugs. Now, that was a bit unusual to see. However, it didn’t make Deah comfortable at all nor did the pat on the head which made him flinch and shut his eyes quickly. What did catch his attention though was the sudden pet name, Pet. It seemed Denver liked to call him that starting two weeks ago and it didn’t seem to be stopping anytime soon.

”I’m not a pet.” He remarked so softly that his words probably wouldn’t even be heard. Frowning, he turned his eyes to the floor and they remained there. He didn’t watch Denver pick up the papers but he heard them being ruffled about. Nadeah was stuck, he wanted to help pick up his lost papers but he didn’t want to interact with Denver either, or find out what he meant about the later part. He just wanted to go hide in a closet somewhere and not come out. With no where to hide though or an option to run, he just stood there.

”No.” Nadeah lied softly. ”I was going to Orchestra…” Speaking of said class, Nadeah was now late for the club and was certain the doors would be locked now. Well, there went practice with the harp for the day. ”I was taking a short cut.” One that would allow him to avoid pretty much everyone near by, except for Denver. Go figure, the one way he took, took him right to one of the people he was trying to avoid.

Nimble fingers tightened against his messy folder as he continued to stare down at his feet. This was rather awkward.

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[Nheira Denver]

Despite the fact that Denver had been calling Deah pet for a while now. It seemed that the angel didn't like it. Denver often thought about calling him something else but that tone in his voice. He loved it. He liked teasing him more then he ever thought he would. After noticing him watching him so much before hand he couldn't help but take up a interest in the boy. Picking up a few more pieces of Deah's sheets he wondered if Deah was now locked out of the room considering it was so late. He figured he might be so visiting with him now and taking his time wouldn't really matter at this point.

"So much for a short cut," Denver replied towards the smaller male. He finished picking up a few of the papers near him and organized them in his hand. He was always loved it when things were in order. He moved towards Deah and rested his hand on Deah's chin. He pushed it upward. "I'm not going to hurt you," He said and moved his hand away as he brought up Deah's papers. He waited for him to take them. Their were still some around them, Denver would help with that mess too.

He wanted to be with Deah and chose him above anyone else in Ouran. That meant being their for him and helping him. Denver couldn't help the fact he'd built a bad reputation and most people stayed away from him, but taking his time with Deah better have some advantage. "Lets get this mess picked up and I'll walk you to your club. If the doors are locked... I'll figure something out." Denver figured picking the locks was probably a bad thing but if it help bring Deah's spirits up he'd do it. Not that he cared if someone pulled him into a 'classroom' and bitched him out either.

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[Veriah Nadeah]

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— give in,

to temptation that keeps
following you tonight
obey the shadows cry

Yes, so much for a short cut that didn't do jack for him! He was late for his club, carrying tons of scores and had nothing to do with them now. His poor harp was all alone, without someone to play it. Kira was going to be shake a finger at him for this but he couldn't help it! He had to run away from a jock that was out to make his life a living nightmare, dodge his brothers, and try to stay out of the Mafia's way.

Didn't pan out very well as he stood before one of the Mafia fellas right now. Great. Deah took a deep breath and hesitantly took the papers that Denver offered. "Thank you." He managed to say as he remembered his manners. Even if he was scared shitless, he somehow remembered to be nice to the other and thank him for his help. Which was ironic as he was the reason for him being late.

Right, kay. He got his papers in order now minus a few on the floor but he would leave them there. Well, that was the plan until Denver decided to touch him and made him look up. Oh, now that was a bad idea. Nadeah turned as red as a tomato upon looking at the giant that was known as Denver, and a handsome giant at that. But also a bad news giant.

A soft and high pitch sound erupted from the short blond. Quickly and nervously, he pulled away from the other with a soft laugh. "Ah. Hurt? No, I didn't think you would...ah. Um, why would you? It's not like you are a tall, dark, handsome-bording-kick-peoples-butts-type." He paused.

Right, he was going to shut up now. "Um, ah. Yeah, here, I'll get them and then um..." Um? Um, what? Like he had any idea what to say to being walked to his late class! What was he going to say to that? He didn't know and as he picked up the remains of his papers, he wondered what was going to happened. Luckily, it didn't take long to get all his papers together but being late for his club was a death wish.

"It's okay. I don't need to go today, anyways, it's locked and going in there late would lead to a scolding, so..." He didn't know what to say after that as he stood there, fiddling with papers.

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[Nheira Denver]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,width:450px, bTable] The thanks you from Deah made Denver smile. It was a good thing to hear from the guy after he had to take his time to pick up the papers. Though he guessed if Deah hadn't ran into him the papers wouldn't have been tossed everywhere either. Being in a hurry would do that to someone though so it's not like he didn't expect something like this to happen with Deah. He always getting into some kind of trouble one way or another. It seemed like it was just going to be how his life went for a while. Even though Deah had pulled away from his hand he was till rather amused. Not mad in the least, which was usually a good thing. He watched as Deah's face became red and he said things he probably wish he hadn't a moment later, Denver couldn't help but chuckle towards him a second after he spoke. Oh this was too good, Deah amused him more then he probably should. Moving his arms to rest against his chest so that Deah would feel a tad more comfortable around him he continued to listen to him. "For the record, rather I be what you explained or not. I'm not here to punish you," He paused and moved his arms away from his chest and picked up a few papers past Deah. "If your not going then that means you will be going with me," Once he picked up the few behind Deah that he was near he stood. He gave a rather charming smile towards Deah. "I can take you out to dinner since it's getting late." Denver was the type not to take no for a answer so he wondered how Deah was going to handle that.

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[Veriah Nadeah]

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— give in,

to temptation that keeps
following you tonight
obey the shadows cry

Deah chewed on his lower lip and stood there awkwardly before Denver. Why did he feel like he was on trial around him? He didn't used to feel that way when he was younger, such as fourteenish. He actually, at one point, had really liked Denver. In fact, he used to stalk him and talk about him all the time to Kira. But he never told Kira who his actual crush had been. That crush came to an end though, when he had caught Denver beating up a lower class-men, for reasons unknown. He never stuck around to find out why.

Since then, he had been a bit terrified of the older male, especially when his reputation at school grew to be something a bit more frightening. It was odd though, the more he stood with this guy the less frightening he seemed, at the moment.

The blond flinched when Denver began talking to reassure him he wasn't here to harm him. Hard to believe though as he had seen a lot of kids get tossed around by the other. But if he hadn't been tossed around yet then there was no reason to worry, right? "O--Okay. I didn't think you would...I mean, I havent done anything to justify --um, I mean. Well, I don't know but its okay." He turned his head up to face Denver and offer a nervous smile.

Of course, that smile dropped to a curious expression. "Go with you?" Now that was a different thing all together. His face was burning red at the mere mention of going somewhere with his old crush and then dinner? Oh my god, was he going to die? Would he die in a way he would like or not? His blue eyes traveled back to the floor as if it suddenly had become the most interesting thing in the world to look at!

"Di-dinner? I--I don't know. I mean, I am rather hungry but you don't need to take me anywhere. That co---I mean, surely you have plans for the night all ready." Good cover. He had almost mentioned it would cost too much money and everyone here in this school was richer then hell. But since he had been homeless for a year, he was now more paranoid about spending money or losing it for some reason. The mere thought of being homeless a second time and without any kind of founds made him feel ill. He didn't like it either when people spent money on him---cause what if they have the same thing happen to them? Homeless that is or disowned.

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[Nheira Denver]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,width:450px, bTable] The smile made Denver feel a little more better about the situation at hand. Slowly but surely Deah would be getting comfortable around him. What a hard task he had at hand here. "Deah we're together, and I don't abuse my partner and I sure as hell don't beat on people with out a reason." Denver had to lecture Deah, well the boy just wasn't exactly getting it and how else was he to get that into his head? Obviously he had a bad reputation and he wasn't about to say anything against it. He admitted to what he had done, no shame in it either. The curious expression that Deah held on his face was only their for a moment but he enjoyed it none the less. Deah's face was red, man did he enjoy this. This was one of the many reasons why he had chosen Deah. He was just too adorable and expressional, he enjoyed it a lot. Denver however frowned a moment later with the response that he was given. "I just canceled them. We are going out rather you like it or not," He paused. "You just admitted to being hungry so no matter what we are going, I'm not going to let you starve. It's my job to make sure your taken care of." He stepped forward and took a hold of Deah's arm and turned him around. He walked over towards the other part of the hallway and picked up the music notes, he handed them all to Deah. After that he continued to pull him along away from the room that Deah was originally heading towards. He decided that it was best to make Deah get moving rather than to make him sit around and think about it.

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[Veriah Nadeah]

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— give in,

to temptation that keeps
following you tonight
obey the shadows cry

Nadeah stood there as still as statue of an angel. Not even a bell made a sound while his jaw dropped to the floor. What had he just missed? Surely, he had missed something here! But what? Did Denever Nheira just call him his partner? That they where together? Together in what way? What did he mean by this and why was his face feeling hotter then before. Why did he have the sudden urge to cry? Luckily, he didn't. Instead, he clang to his music notes and looked stern and yet confused as hell.

"P-partner? Together? What to do you mean together? Do you mean like together together or like together?" He took a step back and his bells jingled slightly to bring him back into clear reality. "I don't remember agreeing to any of this!" Why was his heart pounding so fast? Was Nheria going to get mad because he said no? Deah's mouth closed shut in a heart beat as he added softly. "I never said you abused you partners and what reason could you have for hurting someone? That makes no sense." Actually, a lot of things didn't make a lick of sense right now. The blond hugged his music closure to him. How far could he run if he tired too right now? His eyes went towards the main doors.

It wasn't that he was afraid of Denver at the moment, just more so uncomfortable and uncertain how to handle this change of events. "But, I. I don't--I ahhh!" And off he was going, being pulled by Denver into a gentle walking pace. Denver had him and he was certain the older boy wasn't going to let him go either. So, he tried to keep in stride as he thought to himself for a while.

He decided to try and be civil, no need to get upset, right? It wasn't like he was going to run away now. "Why is it your job to take care of me?" he asked softly as he looked towards Denver. Man, he was so tall. "I'm capable of taking care of myself." And so the lies fly out of his lips like nuts. He couldn't take care of himself, he barely got through the day without someone harassing him inside or outside class. But he was adjusted to it, sometimes he did get times without being picked on. He was just luckily that no one knew his backstory or his life would be a nightmare.

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[Nheira Denver]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,width:450px, bTable] Denver looked over towards the angel. He was asking about how they were a partner, did the little runt already forget? That irritated Denver to say the least. Not to long ago he had walked to Deah and told him that he was his now. His pet, his lover, his partner. No matter how much you wanted to break it down he had decided to make the boy his and he was not going to just hand him over to anyone else. He had known about Deah stalking him for the longest time and the moment he stopped Denver had began to pay more attention towards Deah and over time he wanted him. So that's what had happened a few weeks ago. Denver ignored the reasoning for wanting to explain why he might have to hurt someone. Instead he immediately focused on the issue at hand here. "I told you that over a week ago that you were mine." He looked towards Deah with his only eye. "...Partner, Lover, pet... You are everything to me, and no matter how much you dice it, we are together." He replied towards him. He wanted to get it through his head no matter what he was thinking, they we're dating now. He just hoped that he would understand that rather quickly. "It's my job because I'm with you, I want to take care of you when your around me. Deah you can do anything you want on your own, but When I'm around it's my responsibility. So your just going to have to deal with it rather you like it or not." He replied towards him and kept a hold of his arm as he lead him towards the doors. He paused for a moment to allow Deah to understand everything he was saying, surely their was bound to be a moment where Deah might have snapped at anything he'd just said.

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[Veriah Nadeah]

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— give in,

to temptation that keeps
following you tonight
obey the shadows cry

Things were moving all to fast for his brain to take in at the moment. He had heard everything that came out of Denver's mouth but none of it was making sense. Okay, well some of it was! But a lot of it still wasn't sticking where it should. Now that he as thinking about it, Denver had randomly came up to him before and told him he was his pet. But Deah didn't think much of it.

How in the seven hells was he supposed to know that meant Denver was going to own him? How did he even know saying okay meant? Then it hit him like a ton of bricks and his temper went up. He jerked his arm from Denvers hold and put his feet down firmly on the floor. He looked seriously upset at this sudden realization. "Lover? LOVER? No, no, it doesn't work this way! You never asked me out and I only gave you an uncertain okay cause I had no idea what you where even saying to me. I did not agree to this and you can't force me into dating you either!" His tiny cheeks puffed out in rage that probably made him look more like a pissed off kitten then a fighting ally cat.

Still, he was holding his ground and he wasn't backing down either it seemed. "Im not a stray cat you can just take home, Nheria!" Yeah, that was right! Deah was a person, granted a once poor person but still a person. But Denver kept going on adn on and it didn't seem like this was going to end in Deah's favor. "Well, I don't like it and I don't need you to take care of me because I am not dating you." Yep, that was right, he wasn't dating him now was he? Sure, he said yes but that was only out of confusion, that so didn't count now did it?

Nope, nope it couldn't of counted that would be silly. But what if it did? What if he really was dating Nheria? What would that mean? Oh good, what would he do? Well, it was his old crush and he still did like him---a lot but still. There was a protocol to follow and Deah's rights as an individual. Surely, that meant something to Denver? From the twitch of the others brow, he didn't think it meant a damn thing. He looked too determined

"You didn't even ask me anyways! And before you say anything, the answer is, No." He gave a sharp nod, trying to ignore that look of irritation on the other face. Maybe, he should make a run for it? The more he thought about it the less chance he actually had and his voic started to flutter with each look he got from Denver.

"A..and..and y-your right, I--I can do wha-whatever I want...and...and...and..." He was losing all ability to talk. He wasn't sure if he loved or hated that look Denver was getting him. Out of instinct alone from being bullied by many, he took a few steps back and managed to somehow put his music sheets into his bag during his speech. So now, he had his hands free.

"W..what is with that l--l--look?" Maybe, he shouldn't of said a damn thing and just went with it. It couldn't be that bad dating Nheria, Denver.......right? Oh dear. Should he say sorry? He doubted it would help him now though.

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[Nheira Denver]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,width:450px, bTable] Deah had pulled away from Denver's grasp though it wasn't that tight to began with. Great. He knew what was coming next and he couldn't help the flare of his temper as he could hear the beginning of Deah's speech. He knew the boy had his moments where he went off, if he didn't, he probably wouldn't have been that interested in him. It's no fun just having a puppet. Getting a rise out of Deah was always fun. Though at this point it wasn't something that Denver would consider amusing. Though what Deah said annoyed him, force? He'd said okay in general, well, regardless he wasn't going to allow Deah to be with anyone else. Force he guessed was necessary. Though the passed of Deah before him reminded him of a pissed off kitten more then anything. Though as he stood their in silence listening to the onslaught of Deah's works his temper flared more and more. He was trying not to get mad at the guy but he was making it harder then he imagined. He continued to stare towards Deah with a glare. It seemed Deah was picking up on his irritation as his voice began to break and suddenly he was asking about his looks. Well, yes, he was glaring, he looked irritated and above all he was pissed. He grabbed a hold of Deah's and pulled him to the left and then slammed him back against the doors. He couldn't help himself. It wasn't like it would hurt Deah completely, he stepped closer and gave Deah a rather dangerous look. "I never said you were a stray cat, and I sure as hell never said I'd be taking you home." Denver stated in a emotionless tone. At that moment Denver didn't feel anything else should be added to the conversation but facts, and probably pure stubbornness himself. "Give me a little credit. I told you, you were mine and I meant that but I'm not going to just pick you out of your home and force you to go live where you wouldn't want too. That's what people do to stray animals, last I checked you were a human being Deah." Denver moved the arm that he had been using to pin Deah off of his chest. "Regardless of the situation you said okay. Now you have to deal with that and the fact that your still going to be mine." Denver paused and crossed his arms over his chest, a glare still visible. "You still have your freedom, so I don't see an issue."

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[Veriah Nadeah]

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— give in,

to temptation that keeps
following you tonight
obey the shadows cry

Was it a bit too late to take back his words? Probably. But he was still standing by what he said for the time being. No, Deah was tone with this odd conversation and decided he would go back to his club. He was getting ready to turn on his heels but didn’t make it past the mental thought of leaving. Before he knew it, he was up against a door and staring wide eyed at the other. All words suddenly left his poor brain as he just stared at the dark haired teenager. What the hell does one say to this? Well, it seem his mind had a few things to say and that tongue of his waggled about without him even thinking on the words to use. ”That isn’t what I meant! Stop putting words into my mouth. By home I mean picking up little cute animals and keep thing them without permisson.” Oh, he just wanted to flail and smack Denver but he didn’t. He knew better then that and the other looks rather pissed off, much like how Nadeah felt with his back against a door.

Oh, he wanted to ring his neck and Deah was never a violent person. He just had fits sometimes and he was having one right now. ”You are taking things out of context here.” Seriously, Nadeah knew he was a human being and he didn’t mean the home bit to come off like that. He was merely thinking on how a child picked up an animal and wanted to keep it as theirs forever no matter what anyone had to say. But now that he was thinking on it all, he did give Denver permission didn’t he? Without even realizing it, he had agreed to something, in other words, dating this guy. Once the sudden realization hit him, the boy just turned as red as red could get. Luckily, he was let go but he didn’t move away from the door.

”I guess.” he said softly, there wasn’t any issues here at all when he thought about it and so his reactions where rather outrageous in that aspect. But still, there was a huge miscommunication here between them though he figured out it probably didn’t even matter. ”You just weren’t clear when you spoke to me. How was I supposed to know what you meant? You confused me and so I said the only thing that came to my mind.” The blond adjusted his shirt and hair, making his bells sing. Now, this was utterly embarrassing now that everything clicked into place. Yet, it settled down his temper some he couldn’t help but be upset still.

Pouting, he jabbed a finger into Denver’s chest. ”You need to work on your communication skills!” The blond huffed. Still, he had no idea how to handle this situation or what to even say! It was all pretty damn frustrating! But he was stuck now with---apparently---a boyfriend he didn’t even know he had. Lord, this was so awkward. ”And make things more clear…” He dropped his face into his hand. Lord, what a day. Late for Club, skipping the club, run into the biggest jerk in school and find out he was dating him without even knowing it! Now, he was going to be somewhat forced into dealing with the situation and having to own up to responsibility that he didn’t really think was his…but he supposed it might be.

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[atrb=border,0,true] DON'TFEARTHEREAPER

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,width:450px, bTable] Denver couldn't help but roll his eyes towards what Deah had said to him. That isn't what he meant. Yes, he knew that. He had said it anyway to make a point towards the Angelic male, he figured that didn't work out as well as he was hoping it would have. Deciding that it did he sighed, not that he could help himself "...But You are like a cute animal," He said lightly in a whisper towards Deah. He couldn't help himself, Denver would call him a kitten if he had too. Deciding that Deah was right about probably taking it out of context a bit he began to relax. Though he was still irritated at the fact, but then Deah said 'I guess'. That was not something he was exactly expecting. Though it wasn't something he would argue with. He enjoyed the idea of Deah excepting what he'd been told a week before hand. Though Deah was probably right on him not begin clear. Calling Deah a pet or even telling him he was his pet probably wasn't the right words to use. None the less Deah had said okay. The idea alone of that caused Denver worry when he said he just said what had first come to mind. "Don't be sayin' yes towards anyone else that ask anything remotely close to that... Or I'll have them dumped into the ocean with cement strapped to their feet." He already felt the rise of jealousy towards anyone that might try and take advantage of his naive little Angel. If he had the power he would smite them into dust. He was sure Deah wasn't stupid but he was lucky he was the only one that did that to him so far. Once Deah was done settling his attire and hair he jabbed a finger into Denvers chest. Which Caused Denver to blink at him in confusion as Deah suddenly got onto him over his communication skills. Watching deah pull back his hands and put his face into them Denver just smiled towards Deah. "...I'll Just look to you for help on that," He replied as he rested a hand on Deah's back, he rubbed his back slightly hoping that would calm deah down just a little from the stress. Though the pictures of Deah's red face from earlier was still fresh into Denvers head.

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