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Post by Ayu on Jun 30, 2011 16:35:00 GMT -5
Gio meandered absently down the stairs to the infirmary, sucking on his bleeding hand with a hint of ruefulness. Blood on a perfectly good etching. Again. This was just getting silly. Honestly, why couldn't a mature adult such as himself hack away at hardwood with a very sharp knife without hacking his hand to shreds in the process?
For the twentieth time that day, he tapped softly on Taki's door. "Taki? I need a new bandage. Again. Taki? Are you busy?"
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Post by Tsubasa on Jun 30, 2011 16:53:39 GMT -5
As the man was enjoying the last piece of his finely made yakitori, he heard the tapping sound on his door. For the love of...
Sighing to himself, the doctor sat up from his chair, all the while eyeing that last piece of chickeny goodness with a morose expression. He would just have to get to that later as it seemed. Obviously, he was not the best doctor in the world, nor the most patient, since he seemed to hate any sort of medical visit. Truth be told, he hated kids. Or at least, one of him did. The other loved them, but seemed to frighten them away a bit too much. Neither of him could get what they wanted.
Walking over with a begrudging attitude, Taki flung the door open with a glare settled under his glasses covered face.
"Fakkin chikusho! What is it now?!"
The seemingly black eyes blinked a few times before realizing that it was, yet again, the art teacher. His features softened, and a smile curled at his lips. Of course, now that he was in this mode, he remembered that this could be about the 20th time the teacher had made his way to the infirmary that very day, so he shouldn't be surprised. Clearing his throat, the doctor stepped out of the way as he made clear a passage for Gio to walk through.
"Ah, Gio-san, what brings you here?... Again? Not to say I'm not pleased, though."
Pleased might be an understatement.
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Post by Ayu on Jun 30, 2011 17:00:48 GMT -5
"Ah. Sorry," Gio replied, rather distantly. "I didn't come to bother you, only the blood will soak into the wood and then it crumbles." He held up his injured hand sheepishly; now the blood had been sucked away, it was clear that it was barely more than a scratch, but Gio did tend to bleed abundantly from any minor injury. His old girlfriend had once theorised it was due to overexposure to paint thinner, which made no sense but had made her laugh.
"It's just I was thinking," he added, wandering into the room. "About your eyes. They're very black. Very strong lines. And I thought, yes, a woodcut would capture that. But my knife's blunted and I opened my hand trying to carve."
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Post by Tsubasa on Jun 30, 2011 17:19:32 GMT -5
The Japanese man gave a slight chuckle as he raised an eyebrow. There really was no need for him to do anything about the cut, it was already healing, but he didn't mind as long as Gio was here. So he would come up with some extravagant and bullshit-filled healing process.
"Of course, I'll help right away."
He walked over to his cabinet, pointing to the seat that children usually occupied for the teacher to sit on. Then he pulled out bandages and various ointments that really held no purpose but to ease the minds of the paranoid.
"Now sit still while I apply a bit of-"
But he stopped short while the man began to comment on his eyes. Very.. extravagantly. A smirk grew from his grin, and he began to wonder if maybe Gio really was... on the same wavelength as him. He had only up till now been admiring from afar, but compliments such as those had to be a dead giveaway. After all, no straight man talked to another man like that.
Putting the objects down, he sauntered back over to the Italian and leaned over him, his smirk in full usage now.
"Say Gio, I think you have very beautiful eyes too. I think that the rest of your body might be just as beautiful as well..." he put a hand on Gio's hip, leaning further down. "Care to show me?"
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Post by Ayu on Jun 30, 2011 17:26:49 GMT -5
"Um." Believe it or not, this was an unexpected turn of events for Gio. Unexpected enough to knock him ever so slightly out of his dreamy haze, wondering how exactly he was meant to respond. He looked up into Taki's very beautiful, very dark eyes. "Um," he repeated. "I don't have a very beautiful body, I'm afraid. It's very bony. Quite interesting but not beautiful." His eyes tracked Taki's, feeing like he should add something else but unsure what.
"Yours is probably very beautiful," he volunteered eventually, something lighting up in his eyes. Taki was slender, and his form smooth, Gio was willing to bet. And the play of light on his matte skin... "I would very much like to see sometime."
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Post by Tsubasa on Jun 30, 2011 17:33:06 GMT -5
It was sad how the man thought so little of himself. Not with those beautiful curls, those dreamy eyes, and the soft rich skin that he could just bet tasted delicious. Well, Taki supposed he would just have to show him how much he was worth. And if he had been doubting Gio's intentions before, what he added completely resolved all of that. An exact invitation, if there was anything like it.
The doctor grinned, leaning in so much further that their faces were only inches apart.
"That can be arranged. Just when and where? I'm not a picky guy..." And then his tongue met the bottom of the other's lip, swerving and trailing against it. Oh what a wonder he had found...
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Post by Ayu on Jul 1, 2011 23:31:31 GMT -5
Gio blinked, doubt and sudden panic rushing into those long-lashed, deep-brown eyes. He was oblivious most of the time, but he wasn't dumb. He'd had girlfriends and boyfriends before, at least nominally, he knew about the birds and the bees. He just hadn't really planned on...
Blink. Then he pulled away slowly. "Um. I didn't mean...I just. Um. Not because I don't think you're...or because...but I." He stood up hurriedly. "I'm an artist. That's all. I don't know how to. Or. I can't be. Um. I'm sorry."
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Post by Tsubasa on Jul 2, 2011 0:06:14 GMT -5
The second he saw confusion and a bit of fear in those eyes, the man realized he had run down the wrong path.... but... how could he have been wrong? All those signals, all those suggestions... Especially the ones he himself gave, one would have to be a fool to not catch on... Oh boy...
"Kuso... well... Sorry then, guess it was my mistake.." he leaned back up dejected, sighing to himself. Turning around he picked the bandage back up and handed it to him.
"Here, just put this on..."
It was a shame really... a bit embarrassing as well, but only a bit...
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Post by Ayu on Jul 2, 2011 0:25:20 GMT -5
Gio flushed, staring at the floor. He hated to disappoint Taki, who had put up with so much crap from him in the time they'd worked at the school. And it really wasn't that he didn't find Taki good-looking...not even that he wasn't admittedly attracted to the other man. Only that he hadn't thought of it, that Taki had caught him off-guard (as if he was ever on-guard, he thought irritably).
"I-I didn't mean..." He ignored the bandage, staring at his paint-spattered shoes. "I just...Taki, you don't want me. Not really. I mean. It took that much for me to even realise you...I'm bad at these things. I'm really, really bad at them. I'm twenty-six and I've only ever dated three people and all of them left me because cazzo, Taki, I'm useless. All I can understand is danatto paint on danatto paper and people and relationships and..." He flushed, muttering, "...sex...are a closed book to me and I...I...I'm sorry."
He sounded near to frustrated tears as he took the bandage from Taki and made for the door, muttering to himself. "Sangue di Dio, darei qualsiasi cosa per trovare così facile, ma io sono solo un inutile idiota con niente al mio nome, ma cazzo dipingere su tela."
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Post by Tsubasa on Jul 2, 2011 19:53:19 GMT -5
Oh geeze, he hadn't meant to upset the poor man. Honestly, he had no idea what kept going through the other's head. He really had no idea the painter was so insecure. But the things he was saying... Gio had no reason to think of himself like that. So he reached for his wrist and grabbed it firmly before he could meet the door.
"Kami, Gio /wait. I'm sorry I've upset you, that wasn't my intention. But you shouldn't be down on yourself, trust me I have /very picky taste, I wouldn't like just anyone." He let his grip fall, sighing. "So don't feel bad, okay? It's not your fault. Trust me."
He smiled, running a hand through his hair.
"Plus, if you feel so unsure of yourself in those.. areas, if you ever wanted to feel more sure, I'm always here." He gave a laugh.
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Post by Ayu on Jul 2, 2011 20:03:15 GMT -5
"I mess people up, Taki." Gio gently touched the other man's hand, avoiding his eyes. "And I don't realise until it's too late how much I...it doesn't matter. It's not your fault. I messed up. Again. I'm sorry."
He backed up, eyes wet, and felt for the door. His smile was weak and rueful, but genuine. "You're a good man, Taki. And. Well. A beautiful one. So you deserve someone who can recognise what you want when it slaps them in the face."
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Post by Tsubasa on Jul 2, 2011 20:11:20 GMT -5
He sighed again, the man clearly wasn't understand anything he was trying to tell him.
"I'm sure that's not true, and you didn't mess up. It's fine really, no big deal." he gave a groan when he heard the next words, wondering if maybe he would actually have to slap Gio in the face to get it through him
"Look, I'm not 'catch' either. Once people realize i have my.. problem, it usually scares them away. The fact that you don't seem bothered by it makes you more than what I deserve."
Since when had this gotten so emotional? He usually wasn't good with emotional things...
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Post by Ayu on Jul 2, 2011 20:27:09 GMT -5
"Why would I be bothered by it?" There was a slightly hysterical edge to Gio's laugh. "I'm so, so far from right in the head myself, who am I to judge you?"
His hand slid softly off Taki's arm, lingering slightly. He had been thrown far further out of his comfortable little bubble than he'd had to deal with for years. This was why he liked to disappear into his studio. Life outside those four walls made so little sense, threw him so far out of true...he opened the door and, not bothering to check the corridor for students who might see him in this unteacherly state of disarray, backed out.
"I'll be in the studio. If you need me," he said in an apologetic tone, and added quietly, "As I always am."
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Post by Tsubasa on Jul 2, 2011 20:32:37 GMT -5
"Gio..."
He hadn't meant for it to turn out like this. Not.. not like this. It had just been harmless flirting, when had it gotten so melodramatic and upsetting? Taki felt so guilty now, having turned the usual composed -somewhat- Gio into a wreck. He didn't know it would.... affect him so much.
"Why can't you understand I actually like you for you? Chikusho..."
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Post by Ayu on Jul 2, 2011 21:21:59 GMT -5
"You don't know me for me," Gio replied agitatedly. "If you want to know me for me there's a whole room full of paintings upstairs and that? That's me. That's who I am. Not this." He gestured down at his bony body, the pale Mediterranean skin, the rumpled shirt spattered with paint, ink and blood, the wood chips caught in his curls. "This is just flesh and blood and un completo idiota di un uomo."
It shouldn't have been so complicated. All he'd wanted was to make something beautiful and then...then this. Facing up to his faults was hard as hell.
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