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Mitchell Roslyn ([info]pyro_madness) wrote in [info]chaosunraveled,
@ 2008-05-08 19:43:00

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Current mood: restless
Entry tags:dorian, finished thread, mitchell, rating: pg, setting: asgard, setting: ballroom within asgard

Swear to Shake It Up
Who: Mitchell and Dorian [Open to Asgard]
Where: Asgard, the ballroom
When: Afternoon-ish, end of featherfall week
Rating: PG-ish
Warning: Loud music. Possibly techno (just kidding!)
Summary: Mitch has his eye on the most beautiful set of drums he's ever seen and the most awesome electronic sound system ever. 


Things were going all right during Mitch's first week living at Asgard. He hadn't gotten into any fights with his teammates. He'd spoken with interesting people over the journals. A few were intimidating, others were rather quiet, some were loud, and this one person... Well, he wasn't excited about meeting that person at all. Sal sparked such a rush of anger that the already fuming teenager wanted to hit something. Any inanimate object would've done, or Sal himself would've been even better. Instead, Mitch pushed the anger down inside, along with the many other emotions he had difficulty expressing.

There was one nonviolent way to blow off the steam. Well, mostly nonviolent. He'd still be hitting something, but it wouldn't be destructive. 

Asgard had the most luxurious room he'd ever seen. The ballroom opened up onto a grand dance floor, with tiles that were both sturdy and elegant. Chairs were kept to one side while on the other stood a huge electronic sound system, which could play both old records and modern CDs. Although Mitch was definitely interested in that, he headed over to where all the instruments were, new and shiny and waiting to be played.

The bright red drum set caught his eye. He put down the large, half-frozen water bottle he'd been holding and sat on the stool. His foot pressed on the foot petal and began a steady beat on the bass drum. Before Mitch picked up the drumsticks from the snare, he looked around, anxious that people might hear him playing and tell him to stop, or just plain ridicule him.

"What the hell," he murmured to himself. 

Then he began to play, and soon became swept up in the rhythm.

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[info]boy_silhouette
2008-05-09 01:59 am UTC (link)
Dorian hadn't been so excited in all his many, many, many years. For the first time ever, he was going to rendezvous with a friend! A nice friend at that - a boy with a passionate heart and a mighty fist. Such a warrior's soul this boy had, and the mummy admired it greatly. So when he and Mitch agreed to meet for the music, he gathered himself up in eager anticipation.

He found himself ambling crazily through the halls, creaking and snapping, but paid the sounds no heed. His speed even gathered (if one could call it 'speed') when he heard the sound of what seemed to be percussion. It must have meant Mitch was waiting for him!

Several turns later, Dorian came to the music room, entranced by the sights before him. The space! The instruments! The sound enhancers! The friend!

The mummy was so stunned, even, his jaw broke from his face the moment he stopped moving. It landed loudly on the floor.

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[info]pyro_madness
2008-05-09 02:23 am UTC (link)
Bump-ba-ba-bump-ba-bump, bump-ba-ba-bump-ba-bump-bump.

His shoulders moved side to side, and his head bounced in tempo. It was just such a movement that allowed Mitch to glance up just as something landed on the floor. The cymbals clashed just as he realized WHAT was on the floor and what was missing from Dorian's face.

"Oh MY GOD!" He threw down the sticks and nearly tripped over the laces of his shoes trying to move fast enough. He stopped before he stepped on aforementioned jaw, with his hands held out, his face panicked and concerned. "Are you all right, Dorian?!?!"

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[info]boy_silhouette
2008-05-09 02:40 am UTC (link)
Confused as to why his new friend was panicked, Dorian merely cocked his head in response to Mitch's query. Yet he sank down, spine shifting and moaning in progress, and he grabbed the fallen jaw off the floor. Just to be silly, Dorian looked from it to Mitch's shocked face for a moment before dusting the skin and bone off with a shaky hand.

The next few seconds were spent with reattaching the part to his face. One hand held the jaw as the other pressed down on the top of his head, wedging the two pieces together again. When finished, Dorian twitched it experimentally and wiped his hands on his purple robes.

"Oh, d-dear, didn't mean to...scare you..." Dorian apologized. "It...is a raaaaaare occurrance, I assure y-you." Pausing, the mummy got a good look at the young man, and to say he was impressed was an understatement. His eyes were like lit matches, his hair like Cheetos. He was a sturdy boy. And so, Dorian held out his gangly hand. "P-Pleased to meet you, friend!"


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AN: Haha, I know Dorian has no idea what Cheetos are, but I couldn't resist.

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[info]pyro_madness
2008-05-09 06:29 pm UTC (link)
The redhead watched in both horror and awe as Dorian put his jaw back together. When everything seemed all right again, he relaxed, but only because Dorian's personality was not the scary-movie-zombie-kind.

"Please to meet you too," Mitch said, still a little startled.

He took Dorian's hand and hoped that he didn't grip too hard for Dorian. This was his first look at his teammate and he was impressed, too. 'And I thought I had it tough! Yeah right!' Under the robe, wrappings covered him up and down just like an Egyptian mummy, but Mitch could see a few places where the wrappings couldn't hide the skin, pulpy like a bruised winter apple. What was not mummy-like about Dorian's appearance was his liveliness. There was something very alive behind those eyes, unlike the bodies for show at the museum.

"Glad you could come, I was just waiting over there on the drums... as you could see." He let out a nervous chuckle.


~
AN: Hahahahahaha, the Cheetos! XD

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[info]boy_silhouette
2008-05-09 10:43 pm UTC (link)
"Why, thank you...for inviting me!" Dorian exclaimed, wheezing when he wasn't speaking. All the excitement had caused his lungs to tighten and his breathing suffered from it. Yet as he could not die, this would be nothing more to him than a discomfort. "D-Drums, you say..."

Sliding past Mitch, the old/young man hobbled over to the percussion set, eyes gleaming at the fascinating sight. His bandaged finger touched the smooth cymbal.

"I...I hhhhheard you playing," Dorian turned back to Mitch, grinning. "You are...t-talented."

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[info]pyro_madness
2008-05-09 11:43 pm UTC (link)
"Do you need water? Your throat sounds sore. Ya can share my water bottle, if ya need to. And you're welcome." Mitch nodded as he followed behind Dorian. "Nice set, ain't it?"

He sat back behind the drums, trying to hide his flaming red face. However, a grin couldn't help but escape at Dorian's compliment. Not everyone had thought so back home; he'd had to borrow someone else's drums, and that someone, another foster kid, didn't always like Mitch touching his 'babies.' "Heh, thanks."

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[info]boy_silhouette
2008-05-10 01:11 am UTC (link)
"Oh, ah...no, I'll b-be right as raiiin." Dorian waved a hand softly. "Water...goes right through me..."

When the boy sat down, Dorian watched his face light up. He was his own sun, Mitch was. And it honored the mummy boy that he could become acquainted with such a good person. He watched as Mitch picked up the hitting sticks (he knew not what to call them).

"How...kheygh...how did you llllearn how t-to play?"

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[info]pyro_madness
2008-05-10 03:38 pm UTC (link)
"I learned on my own, started when I was..." Mitch paused, gazing up at the ceiling in thought before returing to Dorian. "Thirteen, I think. I'd use my foster sibling's drums, or I'd sneak into the music room after school. The teacher there caught me, but he'd let me practice anyway." Drums had become one way Mitch could escape from the harsh world around him, the world always trying to strike the happiness out of him. The boy sighed. "Saved enough money to buy my own set once, but some jerk swiped every dollar."

He shook his head, smiling wryly. "Oh well. How 'bout you? Didja learn how to play any instrument? Not that ya have to play a thing to just love music, anyway..."

Ba-ba-bump-bump, ba-ba-bump-bump, tsh-tsh-tsh-tsh, ba-bah-tsh-tsh-ba-bah, bump-bump-ba-bah-ba-bah-bump...

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[info]boy_silhouette
2008-05-12 09:36 pm UTC (link)
Dorian listened intently to Mitch's explanation, a heavy-hearted sadness sweeping over him the more the boy said. To know that someone had taken his money, that he had to sneak around, that he had been fostered (Dorian knew this term, surprisingly), was devastating to the cheerful mummy.

But when Mitch's conversation altered course, Dorian perked back up, smiling to hide the screaming concern inside of him. "Oh, ksh, I nnnnever got to learn. Music was outside. I....was inside. Everything...was d-d-destroyed whhhen the shadows left..."

Dorian shook his head.

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[info]pyro_madness
2008-05-12 10:01 pm UTC (link)
Mitchell paused. He was still learning to translate Dorian's poetic speech, but he was getting better at it. Little by little. What made it easier was that Mitch could recognize that Dorian had a traumatic past. Someone had said to him once that those who've experienced trauma can sometimes recognize it in others. That was sort of the vibe the young redhead got.

"That sucks," he said, not one for much poetry. "Why was everything destroyed?"

'What a crappy question,' he thought. 'Can't I do better than that?'

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[info]boy_silhouette
2008-05-12 11:01 pm UTC (link)
It was impossible for Dorian to hold back a twitch at Mitch's innocent question.

"There was blood...nnngupon blood...upon...blood." He inhaled, exhaled, inhaled. "Mmmmy father...he was a...sick m-man... There was...much c-carnage until the..day the sssunlight came."

Determined to change the subject (true, he'd already divulged his life story to Nix, but he'd avoided the most intricate points), he rejected any more questions aimed at him. "Whhhat of you? You were...fostered, yesss?"

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[info]pyro_madness
2008-05-12 11:17 pm UTC (link)
"Oh." Now it was Mitch's turn to shake his head sadly. He never knew either of his parents, and while he used to imagine what they might have been like, he dreaded thinking if either or both of them were cruel people. 'If they really abandoned me, then maybe I'm better off...' "I'm sorry for bringing that up..."

He shrugged at the question, but answered, matter-of-fact. "Oh, yeah, I was. Classic case of baby dropped off at a hospital... That's where my last name comes from by the way, Roslyn Senior General Hospital." As he stood up again, he continued, "Never found my real parents, and I bounced around from foster home to home, until two years ago, when I got placed in a group home with guys my age."

Talk about a need for subject change. "Hey, want me to show you the sound system? It plays all sorts of music on records and CDs and stuff..."

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[info]boy_silhouette
2008-05-13 10:27 pm UTC (link)
Again, Dorian had listend with the intent of understanding each new detail in Mitch's past as well as keying in to his personality - his likes, his dislikes, what sparked magic in his eyes. The boy's eyes were like embers, and they fueled to life, Dorian could tell, when he was passionate. But his past was sad. It was filled with as many miseries as Dorian's was. The mummy considered both of them very lucky, now that they were in a new home.

"A sssssystem of sssound?" Dorian squacked as he drew nearer to Mitch, leaning over to see what his new friend was showing him. "D-Does it play...dancing music?"

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[info]pyro_madness
2008-05-13 10:57 pm UTC (link)
"Oh yeah, over here." Mitch only had to take a few steps away to reach the huge stereo. A rack of about a million CDs and records were off to the side. He ushered Dorian to take a closer look while the redhead looked through the music. "Looks like Metatron found music from every time and place. Whoa, even I've never heard half this stuff!"

He spotted a familiar name and pulled it out. "I dunno if you'll like this, it's kinda modern, but you can definitely dance to it."

After pressing a button on the CD player section, Mitch put in a CD from DJ Tiƫsto and fastforwarded to a song. The music instantly filled the room, but it wasn't the kind that just took over one's ears. It filled your chest, made your spirit... want to dance.

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AN: Here's a pop song I found. =D http://youtube.com/watch?v=R2eY0VrS-cU

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[info]boy_silhouette
2008-05-13 11:08 pm UTC (link)
In all of Mitch's movements, Dorian was attentive, clearly enthralled by the disc the boy had placed into the machine. Several button presses later, the raised volume emitted something heavy and fantastic into the room. It was a song he'd never heard before in a style he'd never known existed!

Wildly excited, Dorian couldn't help as his foot pattered along, while his fingers slipped deaftly into his marble pouch, drawing out one of his souls. He placed the bright marble to his neck, where it became embedded and sucked in. Like the ticking of a maddened clock, Dorian's form shifted oddly, and within moments, a young man with piercing green eyes and black sweats stood before Mitch.

"Now I must dance!"


~
AN: Woo, awesome! Thanks for that. =D

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[info]pyro_madness
2008-05-13 11:17 pm UTC (link)
"Whoooooooooa..." Mitch's hazel eyes turned saucer-wide and he'd have backed up a few steps if there had been anywhere to go. But after taking in Dorian's new appearance, the lively body that matched the lively soul, all he could say was, "That was. So. Cool."

He laughed, remembering when River had got him to dance. Before that time, he'd never imagined ever dancing at all. "Go ahead, I'd like to see." The other body seemed too clumsy, too fragile, but this new one, lithe and young, could definitely handle it. "I'm new to dancing, maybe you could teach me a step or two."

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AN: You're welcome! <3

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[info]boy_silhouette
2008-05-13 11:33 pm UTC (link)
As Mitch got over his shock, Dorian was already doing flips and turns. He didn't know if these movements had names, but his authoress did. (Authoress: Hey, Mary!) He started to move in ways akin to breakdancing, which was a surprise all in itself, since the mummy hadn't a clue what breakdancing was.

He sommersaulted twice before getting down and doing a flare. Kicking up his feet, he returned to a complete standing position in order to answer Mitchell's request.

"New to dancing? Not a problem." The man was as full of energy as his persona, but this form's face hardly moved when he spoke, as though it lacked refinement in its expressions. "What would you like me to show you, friend?"

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[info]pyro_madness
2008-05-13 11:45 pm UTC (link)
"Uuuuuuuh." Unlike Dorian, Mitch was familiar with what break-dancing looked like. He wanted to ask how the mummy-now-using-marble how the heck he had learned how to do that. Still, he figured that one, it'd be rude, and two, it was probably as natural as breathing as Dorian, close to it. He was graceful, rhymic, poised, and just freaking awesome (Authoress Duo: Hey, Vicky!).

"I don't think I'm ready for the somersaults," Mitch laughed, already nervous again and wishing that his own body wasn't so damn awkward. "How 'bout, how should I move my feet and stuff?"

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[info]boy_silhouette
2008-05-14 08:58 pm UTC (link)
Dorian nodded, approaching Mitch only to stand beside him. He gazed down at both their feet, and smiled.

"Hmm, I don't know how to do this!" His smile grew. "I have never taught before!" But he began rocking back and forth on the balls of his feet, which were bare. "Hmmm! Roll to the beat of the music. Small movements, and then maybe - pick up your feet? More energy will immerse itself inside of you once you find your rhythm."

To prove his point, Dorian's rocking slowly transformed into the raising and sliding of feet, he looked almost as though he were crossing tapdancing with skipping. It was admittedly strange.

"The music starts in the sole, as well as the soul! You see, you see?"

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[info]pyro_madness
2008-05-15 02:21 am UTC (link)
He listened closely to Dorian's advice, never before paying so much attention to someone else's instructions. It was the nerves. Repeating carefully, "In the sole, as well as the soul, sole as well as soul."

While Mitch couldn't quite follow Dorian's exact movements, his feet did finally begin to move. At first they just shuffled in time to the beat. Then they began to jump slightly, his knees bent, and his head and shoulders began to bob up and down. Before he knew it, the music had indeed moved up from his soles to his soul and his body was actually moving.

His eyes glanced at Dorian, as if asking if he was doing this dancing-thing right.

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[info]boy_silhouette
2008-05-15 06:28 am UTC (link)
"Yay!" Dorian squealed in delight as Mitch moved to his own inner rhythm. While their movements were not the same, the mummy had never expected them to be. He'd only ever intended to truly get Mitch moving until his own instinct picked up. And it appeared to be working.

Catching up, Dorian began to shake and bop his own body, the tight half-smile of this marble form firmly plastered to his face. He spun himself in a mock-Michael Jackson move, but without knowledge of who Michael Jackson was.

"You are finding your inner percussion, your inner drum!" He spun again. "Oh, does it make your heart soar?"

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[info]pyro_madness
2008-05-15 06:51 am UTC (link)
Mitch jerked his head when he heard Dorian squeal and then again when he broke out in a rather familiar move, which made Mitch laugh. He wouldn't say anything about that, though. It was an original Dorian-move, as far as the redhead was concerned.

"I think I am," he said, tempted to try a spin, which he did and managed to not fall on his face. "Yeah!"

He was pumped. He hadn't felt this free in a really long time.

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[info]boy_silhouette
2008-05-16 12:34 am UTC (link)
"Woohoohoohoohooooooo!"

Dorian did ten consecutive backflips before settling down. After twelve years of not being in this body, doing these moves, he was easily exhausted. And it was just as well, as the song was coming to a close.

"Oh, friend, wouldn't it be solar if Asgard had a party?" He asked Mitch as he managed to catch his breath, thrilled at Mitch's participation. "We should start another song!"

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[info]pyro_madness
2008-05-16 03:22 am UTC (link)
'That is so damn cool.'

Mitch was glad for the pause, as he actually had to catch his breath, too. Just watching Dorian made him exhausted, but he laughed it off. The teen had used to push himself most days just to keep running from the punks who'd chase him across town for fun. At least now all Mitch had to do was learn how to keep up with Dorian and the others.

"I'd think everybody would like that," he agreed as he returned to the CD player. He switched out DJ Tiesto and put in one of his favorite bands, Staind. Happening to glance at the switchboard, Mitch saw that he could adjust certain sounds on the music. After tweaking a few things, he then pressed a button timed for five seconds, and returned to the drums.

Then the song began to play, and Mitchell played the drums along with the song. He'd had it memorized by heart.

~
AN: Teh song Mitch is playing now: http://youtube.com/watch?v=h_GfEWLPg9c

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[info]boy_silhouette
2008-05-17 05:28 am UTC (link)
When the music cooled down, Dorian smiled over at his companion. A long pause ensued as the red-head had gone over and changed the CDs around. The mummy watched avidly, trying to understand this whole music system, so that maybe one day he could do it himself, shaking hands and all.

When a solo guitar came on, he tilted his head to the side, interested in the new sound and style. He circled around Mitch, keeping an eye as he sat down to the drums and began to play along with the percussion of the song. Dorian's grimy face broke into another grin, fingers pressed to his chin in joy.

There was a look of concentration, of release, in Mitch's face that reminded Dorian of all the times he danced. It made him giddy, to watch him enjoy himself so freely. And not only was Mitch's drum playing exquisite, the music was quite moving.

~
AN: I saw them play this at the concert! It was AWESOME! Another great choice!

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[info]pyro_madness
2008-05-17 06:00 am UTC (link)
Out of school, off the streets, away from the group home, this is where Mitch could always find his element: in the music. Drums had always attracted him, passionately, right from the start. There was a kind of honesty to percussion, something true to remind him that as long as his heart was beating, he could keep on living, no matter the circumstances.

'But I always find a way to keep you right here waiting. I always find the words to say to keep you right here waiting. And if I chose to walk away, you'd still be right here waiting...

People sometimes forgot the drums; they'd be so concentrated on the voice of the singer or the strings of the guitar, but it was the drummer (Mitch felt) that made a spirit...

Well, dance.

'Searching for the words to say, to keep me right here waiting...'

As the song ended, Mitch happened to look up at Dorian, almost forgetting that he was there. But he smiled, for once without any embarassment. "Hope ya liked the music, Dorian, my friend..."

It felt good to say that.

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AN: It's the song that helped inspired Mitch, actually. Aww, it must have been! Thank you, dah'ling! :3

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[info]boy_silhouette
2008-05-17 06:32 am UTC (link)
The song came to a close, and as it did, Dorian could feel himself sinking down from the little cloud he'd been floating on. Mitch was on much the same cloud, with very much the same expression on his face. For a few moments, he tried to imagine Mitch in some modern household with modern people doing modern things. But that was all stripped away, and in this moment, there was truth to Mitch and all that was around him.

When finished, Dorian applauded. "Oh, marvelous, marvelous music! I enjoyed it so very much. You have such talent, Mitch! Such, such talent!"


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AN: Aww, it shows! What else shall we do with our characters, m'love?

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[info]pyro_madness
2008-05-17 06:47 am UTC (link)
"Heh, thanks." Mitch was becoming a bit self-conscious again; he'd hardly received so much praise in a single day, much less a year. Thus, it was easy to keep the praise from going to his head. A part of him accused that he didn't deserve it, but the happier part that had just begun to grow told that pessimistic part to just shut up for once.

"We can listen to some more, if ya want. But can we go to the kitchen first? I think I'm in the mood for some ice cream."

Actually, he wanted to stick his head in the freezer for a few minutes, but eating something cold would do. And it'd look much less weird.

~
AN: Thank you, m'dear! Hmm, we could take them to the kitchen for a bit, or we could end it on this "note" of their friendship. Whichever you'd like. =)

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[info]boy_silhouette
2008-05-17 07:01 am UTC (link)
Ice cream? What a strange concept; he didn't know ice could be creamed. Curious, Dorian nodded, fingers plunging into his neck in attempt to retrieve the marble. Once it was in his hand, the body began to decay as the purple garments and heavy bandages returned.

"Y-Yes, we shhhhall adjurn to the...k-kitchen!" Dorian noted a small sweat on Mitch's forehead, but passed it off as a result of exertion.


~
AN: I was thinking about the kitchen, too! Let's have Mitch introduce ice cream and then perhaps wrap it up?

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[info]pyro_madness
2008-05-17 07:15 am UTC (link)
He stood up just as Dorian returned to mummy-form. 'Wonder why he doesn't stay in that form?' If earlier questions about Dorian's past were any clue, it probably wouldn't do to ask right now. Besides, Mitch found that his curiosity wasn't killing him to ask. It was enough to just be, to just chill.

Speaking of chilling. "Great, let's go."

While the pair walked to the kitchen, Mitch asked, (not knowing that Dorian didn't know about this particular dessert), "Do you have a favorite flavor? I'm a fan of strawberries myself."

~
AN: Sure! To the kitchen! I scream, you scream, we all scream for ice cream!

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[info]boy_silhouette
2008-05-18 03:41 am UTC (link)
Dorian waddled behind Mitch, boundlessly excited about finding out what ice cream was. Mitch looked equally happy, but of course the mummy man knew it was because he was looking forward to ice cream, as he knew exactly what it was.

When they reached the kitchen, Dorian stayed back as Mitch went the machine they called the fridge.

"Straw-strawberries?" He asked as he watched. "The iccceee is flaaavored?"

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[info]pyro_madness
2008-05-18 07:02 am UTC (link)
"Yeah it's ice -," he caught himself as Dorian's question gave him a mental kick. "Oh, so you're new to ice cream? It's good for dessert, or for sore throats, or if ya need to cool off, especially during the summer..." Mitch opened the fridge, taking a moment to let the icy air whoosh over him.

He brought out a box of strawberry ice cream, then decided to grab the chocolate and vanilla, too, just in case. Two bowls came down from one of the easy-to-reach cabinent, and a few spoons from the silverware drawer. Metatron had set up the easier to use kitchen ever, it was like you'd instinctually know where everything was. He put everything down on an island counter in the center of the room, and gestured for Dorian to sit on a nearby stool.

While he filled their bowls with a ball of each type of ice cream, he continued, "It's made with milk and ice, and yeah, it's flavored. There are a lot of flavors, but strawberry, chocolate, and vanilla are the basic ones." Finally Mitch gave a bowl to Dorian, complete with spoon. "Here ya go."

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[info]boy_silhouette
2008-05-19 06:11 am UTC (link)
Dorian perched himself sort of sloppily onto the stool, initially having difficulties with his balance. But once situated, he watched in awe as Mitch retrieved all the necessities. Once he saw the ice cream, his mouth salivated instantly, and the bandages wrapped against his chin soaked through a bit.

He wiped his face on his sleeve. "Why...Why I mmmust try them all! B-But smmmall portions." Small portions, as Dorian did not require food to exist. In fact, it took days for his body to process something as simple as a cracker. Food was more often a problem than a treat, but as he hadn't eaten in sixteen years, and he was with a friend, he decided this was a treat indeed. He even giggled at the sight of the strawberry ice cream, as it was an amusing shade of pink.

He took his bowl and grabbed a spoon. Improperly, he lowered his face over the scooped spoon, and practically swallowed the utensil in the process.

"My, my!" He gasped at the delicious strawberry flavor. "Sooooo exquisite!"

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[info]pyro_madness
2008-05-19 06:54 am UTC (link)
Worrying just a bit when he noticed Dorian's bandages, Mitch took a seat and watched his friend closely, just in case that jaw dropped again. 'Though I'll probably just freak again,' he thought, a tad annoyed with himself, but the feeling of irritation was only a fleeting thought right then.

He relaxed again when he heard Dorian's praise. A relieved smile tugged on his face, and he felt like he was finding his happy inner child that had never got out to play as much as he needed.

"Hoped you'd think so." Mitch took a spoonful of his own dessert, savoring the sweetness and the cold washing down his parched throat.

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[info]boy_silhouette
2008-05-20 06:36 am UTC (link)
It was a sloppy activity, all that ice cream eating, but Dorian slurped it down like a champ. He took one bite of strawberry, one of chocolate, and one of vanilla, before cycling through until all the ice cream was gone. He couldn't decide which one was best! The chocolate was so rich! The strawberry, so sweet! The vanilla, so luscious!

He smiled at Mitch, digging in his spoon again. "My lassssst bite!" In when the spoon, and there it stayed for a long moment. He tried to lick off every inch of cream. When that was finished, he grabbed the bowl and began to lap it up, his throat ah ah ahing as he shook it over his open mouth.

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[info]pyro_madness
2008-05-20 11:04 pm UTC (link)
It was actually fun to watch Dorian eat. Mitch had never seen anyone enjoy ice cream so much; he'd never enjoyed sharing something with someone else so much. 'Looks like this is new to both of us,' he thought while finishing up his own bowl.

Laughing as Dorian lapped up the last sweet drops, Mitch grabbed a few napkins from a container nearby and handed them over. "Careful, or you'll get brainfreeze if you eat it too fast."

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[info]boy_silhouette
2008-05-25 03:19 am UTC (link)
What, brainfreeze? What on earth was a ----

"GYAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!!!!!!"

Dorian slammed his head against the table, fingers clawing into his hooded skull as the pain ripped through him. "Oh, my braaaaaaain! It has ceaaaaased to function!!!"

With his body rocking back and forth, he soothed it out by scratching at his scalp until the pain finally subsided. When it had, he sat back up, perfectly still. His eyes pierced Mitch's.

"I'd...liiiike m-more ice cream now, please."

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[info]pyro_madness
2008-05-25 04:31 am UTC (link)
'Oh god, oh god, what would brainfreeze do to a mummy?!?!' Panicked for a moment, Mitch's hand shot out to steady Dorian just in case he fell off the chair. "I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I shoulda warned ya before, I..."

But after Dorian went still, and requested some more ice cream... Everything was okay.

"Ah. Hah." He let out a short laugh, relieved. If Dorian could survive existing in such a form, he could withstand brainfreeze. "Sure, Dorian. Ya can have as much as ya like..."

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[info]boy_silhouette
2008-05-25 08:49 am UTC (link)
Dorian giggled when he saw the panic dissipate from Mitch's eyes. Poor friend had been scared for him, and here he was being so insensitive! Slowly, carefully, Dorian's bruised and wrapped hand reached out to touch Mitch's, only to retract it quickly.

"Nooo, no more today..." he murmured softly, the face soft and thoughtful. "I wish...for napping."

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AN: I'm running out of things to do with this thread. You wanna wrap it up, luv~?

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[info]pyro_madness
2008-05-25 09:33 pm UTC (link)
The teen chuckled. "That's probably a good idea. I'll clean up here, and you can go on ahead."

As Mitchell stood up, he realized that he was sort of acting like a protective older brother. He hadn't ever thought of himself that way before, because he had never had a brother or a friend like Dorian. It wasn't as strange as he'd imagined it'd be, to be considerate and caring.

"I'm glad that, uh..." The words were sort of caught in his throat, but like a true drummer, he didn't miss a beat. "I'm glad we got to spend some time together. We should do this again."

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AN: I'm with you there. Good thread, dah'ling!

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