Post by fidel on Jan 7, 2011 23:34:32 GMT -5
[/center]"Hey now, hey!" Fidel gave a cheeky grin. "How'd you like being poked in the eye? Not a lot of fun, yeah?"[/size]
Dymetri seemed really sort of small curled up in the curve of his waist and with his face resting on his chest. Fidel rubbed his nose in order to hide a smile. He would never have admitted it, even to Jayden, that he really like to cuddle. That is, be close to another person. Too him, the words "cuddle" or "snuggle" sounded, froofy or weak. The extra warmth was certainly welcome in any case.
The ferry rocked to a lazy stop, and Fidel felt a small jolt. Fidel glanced over his shoulder. Suddenly, Dymitri jumped to his feet and jumped out of the boat, hitting the ground running. Fidel, however, calmly stood up and placed his hands, palms out behind his back, arching forward, he was rewarded by an audible pop. The boy had a habit of cracking any bone he could: neck, spine, knuckles, whatever. He even knew a cool trick that would make someone's hand crack. Boy it felt good. He watched Dym jet across the slick pier.
The coon frowned, Dym seemed pretty hasty "Hey! Be careful! You might--" Dymetri had already slipped and fallen flat on his face. "fall." He grinned a bit, reminded of the time when he had first met Jay. On their first meeting, the boy had tripped while grabbing his sign language book. Fidel secretly thought it was really cute.
He thanked the ferryman and got off the boat. Jamming his fingers into his the pouch pocket of his hoodie, he trotted to the end of the pier, watching his footing so as not to fall over. He approached Dymetri with a broad grin. "Told ya so! But man, you ate it!" He didn't laugh, but he leaned forward on the balls of his feet, examining the shorter boy closely for injures."You all right?" Nothing was visible under his clothes.
"Dude! You're soaked!" Fidel exclaimed, picking at the wet shirt. He shook his head, "Didn't your momma ever teach ya that you can catch a cold from wearing wet clothes? Let's getcha in something dry, yeah?" he winked, "Which means we'll stop off at Sport's Authority first, yeah? Fidy takes care of his own."
He placed a hand on one of Dym's shoulders and gently led him in the direction of the shop.
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tagg'd;; Dymetri
notes;; fidel has a funny way of showing affection[/quote]