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Sights, sounds, and smells.
Topic Started: August 3, 2015, 2:14 pm (149 Views)
Matthew
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Character: Instinct
Date: March 14
Time: Morning
Place: Utopia - San Francisco




"Lead the way?" Teon suggested to Yoyo as he at that same moment tugged on his friend;'s hand and pulled him off in a direction away from the rest of the group. If he was going to be here in this mall, he was going to try and enjoy it. That meant spending time with HIS Yoyo.

It also meant navigating through a mall full of people. To shop. For? Teon honestly had no idea what they would be shopping for. He had everything he could ever need. He had a nice place in the forest to call home. He had two sets of clothes. He had all the food he could ever catch. What more could a mall offer him?

He looked over at Yoyo, as if expecting an answer to the question he hadn't asked. Yoyo was like that. Where Teon seldom voiced things, Yoyo always did. Where Teon always kept questions and answers to himself, Yoyo had no problem speaking them all. He liked that. How Yoyo just said things. Said everything. It was part of what made Yoyo so special. Just one small part of course. Teon couldn't put his finger on why he felt so close to the other boy. But it was there. And he was happy with it, whatever it was.

What he was NOT happy about were the smells he was picking up from the mall. He took a deep breath and regretted it almost immediately. There were thirty seven people within range of his senses who had apparently not decided to clean themselves and smelt of body odor. Another seventeen people who had applied what must have been nearly a bottle each of cologne or perfume to themselves. Three babies with soiled diapers, at least two adults who smelt the same. That was just with one deep breath.

Then there were the sounds. Simultaneously there had to have been at least a hundred conversations going on. Each store and shop was playing its own brand of music. The escalators and sliding doors, and rolling strollers all added to the cacophony of sound. Society. He hated it.

Under all that there were of course pleasant sounds and smells. There was of course the unique scent of Yoyo. Teon couldn't really place the smell, what made it up, he just always knew that smell. It WAS Yoyo. The sounds of all his fellow Utopians happily wandering off in their own ways was nice as well. To know they could go out and be amongst the same people who had potential to shun them, to shoot them... it was for some reason peaceful, while at the same time worrisome.

Teon chose to focus just on the good. On Yoyo. On his scent. On his packmates and teammates and island neighbors enjoying themselves. He slung an arm loosely around Yoyo and smiled at him again. "What are we shopping for?" He finally asked, the question that he had been thinking about since agreeing to go shopping in the first place.


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Character: KaBoom
Date: March 14
Time: Morning
Place: Westfield San Francisco Centre



Yoyo had lived alone for years. His parents, terrified his mutation was contagious, had placed him in isolation at the tender age of twelve, living in the family guest house. While he had all the material things he could ever want and ask for, he did not have the one thing he truly needed.

Family. Friends. Love.

His siblings were as crafty as they could be to find ways to interact with him, but even Yoyo had bought into the idea that he would infect them with his mutation. So, he did as he was told and refused to leave the premises and didn't speak to anyone outside of the hour long video chat he got during dinner.

However, by nature, Yoyo was an extrovert. When he was finally set free thanks to Division X's interference, he exploded out onto the scene and fell in love with the great big world that had been waiting for him. Sure there were people who didn't like him, there were people who didn't understand him, and there were people who were just very rude. But Yoyo was filled with curiosity that needed satisfying, and he wouldn't stop until he learned everything he needed to learn about society.

As to be expected though, there were times when even he was overwhelmed by it all. That was evident after the massive change had led to his severe panic attack... the same panic attack that led him to Teon, whose presence alone had quenched his fear and gave him a safe place. Teon was his safe place, now.

After making sure to stock the groups with spending money, he was comfortable leaving them. And quite frankly... probably needed the break. Keeping up with his curiosity was starting to overstimulate him, and sometimes it was nice just to enjoy one person at a time. Particularly Teon, but that was probably a different kind of enjoyment than others.

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"Lead the way?"

"There are six floors, let's start down here and make our way up." He considered going into every single store, but they'd probably be there a week. "Let's see..." he turned and eyed Teon up and down. Yoyo wasn't really a fashion person, but he knew what he would like to see Teon wear. Mostly clothes that showed off his butt. Any clothes that made Yoyo wanted to tear them off of Teon were the right clothes for Teon. Probably not at all, but that's how he planned to shop for him. "Lot's of tank tops, because I like your muscles. And lots of tight pants, because I like your butt and penis."

Yoyo froze for a moment as Teon slung his arm over his exposed shoulders. No, it definitely wasn't a problem; quite the opposite. But there were so many unanswered questions... questions that Yoyo couldn't even really formulate, because he just didn't know what to ask. Instead, he just slumped into Teon as they walked, snaking an arm around his waist.

Instinct
 
"What are we shopping for?"

"We're shopping for you, duh. And when you want to be around people that aren't me, I'll have clothes that fit you. I know you like sleeping outside, apparently almost naked always, but people like everyone wearing clothes. I like you both ways."

And then an idea struck. "Do you wanna have sleep overs?" Panic. "I mean, like, I'll show you how cool inside living can be, and you can show me what living in the forest is like?"

As they approached the store Yoyo envisioned would carry the kind of things he'd liked to see Teon in, he craned his neck out and looked up at his compatriot. He was never really plagued with the same kind of self doubt that he was outside of Teon. Despite all the resistance to his history and all the embracing of his future and the excitement of the new world, but was still a melted candle in front of his... Teon.

"T? What am I?"

They were an interesting anomaly, that was for sure. But Yoyo couldn't help but wonder...

After the meeting discussing the Marauders, the Brotherhood, and all that extra stuff, Jean had mentioned how they might not be there by accident. Was his and Teon's interactions a pure force of kismet and karma, or... were they predestined by the people who had brought them here? Would they know the possible bond that might come of Teon and Yoyo?

There were so many questions, big questions, that needed to be asked...

But in reality, Yoyo didn't really care.

Teon was his safe place.



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Character: Instinct
Date: March 14
Time: Morning
Place: Westfield San Francisco Centre



Teon only had scant memories of actual meaningful social interactions from before he had become a part of this government experiment known as Utopia. He vaguely remembered his mother and his father. Their faces were blurry shapes in the back of his mind, their voices nothing but the echos of whispers. He remembered going places with them. To parks. To a zoo. To stores. It was all a jumble of memory that wasn't even really memory. It was like using a reflection on the water to be your mirror. The image was there. It was just not sharp or keen, and was constantly shifting and disappearing under the waves. That was how the past seemed to be for him. He could mark it almost to an exact day. A birthday. He remembered cake and balloons. He remembered childhood friends and his parents. No names, just vague faces.

Then everything was crystal clear. The way nature called to him. The way he could SMELL and SENSE everything around him. He still had the last scents of home built into his mind. Chocolate cake with vanilla icing, candles burning their waxy smell, cologne... his fathers? They were what he remembered about the past the best. Those fleeting bits of sensory information as he went from a person of society, to a creature of nature.

After that the world of man had just become a tangle and jumble of sounds and smells and things he did not want to associate with. Any time he even dared venture near a city or town, be it out of hunger or curiosity, he would end up chased away by townspeople, treated as some sort of wild beast to be hunted.

Those were his clearest memories of people. Of interaction.

Yet there he stood now, arm loosely around the shoulder of Yoyo and all of the past, be it the hazy distant childhood, the time alone in the wild, or even his contact with humanity after that... just did not seem to mean as much. Because his Yoyo was there. It was like a new page had turned on the book of his life. It was blank and he was writing it with each day.

Teon liked that. He didn't know why. But that, but Yoyo, made him feel complete.

He pulled his attention away from such thoughts. He would never figure out the mysteries of why things happened anyway, and focused back on Yoyo. He was explaining how large the mall was, and what they needed to shop for. Clothes that showed off his body. Some would have questioned that suggestion. Teon just shrugged. Yoyo knew best. He was the worldy person. Teon just got his clothes usually by finding them in alleys or the woods. Not a shopping system that would work well in a six floor mall.

"Clothes keep you warm," Teon offered, it was the only practical reason he had ever seen for clothes. "And people seem to like everyone to wear them," He added, recalling how his visits to towns and run ins with hunters seemed to go much smoother the times he had pants on than they had the times in which he did not. The civilized world was just confusing that way.

"I don't sleep over anything, the ground maybe?" Teon wasn't sure just what Yoyo meant with his questions. If he wanted to sleep over though, then Teon would not deny him. "We can sleep together anywhere, anytime," He finally offered, thinking he might have got the meaning of what Yoyo was suggesting.

Then Yoyo tossed an existential question at Teon. One that it seemed a lot of people had in their lives. Who am I? What am I? Teon smiled at Yoyo and crouched towards him a bit until his chin rested on the top of the other boy's head. "You are the glue." Teon stated firmly. Because that was what he was.



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Date: March 14
Time: Morning
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"Clothes keep you warm."

Yoyo nodded in agreement, "yeah, you're right, sorry. We'll find you outside clothes too." He was being selfish thus far, that much was true. At least in terms of what he thought Teon should be wearing. He was being the opposite of selfish otherwise, paying for this whole trip for the entire caravan. And even some who didn't come, but just sent lists.

Instinct
 
"And people seem to like everyone to wear them."

Yoyo immediately disagreed, but only because he was having chronic flashbacks of a naked Teon in his shower. "That's because everyone wants to have sex with everyone, and if we're just naked all the time, we wouldn't ever get anything else done."

It was coming to that time again when Yoyo's sexual frustrations were peaking again, and it was probably a lot worse with him being snug and coiled around Teon. And the next few bits didn't exactly work to cool Yoyo off any. He was going to have to start walking crooked again.

Instinct
 
"We can sleep together anywhere, anytime."

WHAT? Yoyo had spent the previous day previewing everything he could find on gay things just so he knew how everything worked and fit together incase something like this was ever uttered by Teon to him. But he had to backtrack. He had asked if Teon wanted a sleepover afterall. This could have meant many things. But sex was probably not what he had meant. First of all, they'd only gone as far as they had, and sex hadn't exactly been on the radar. Well... in context, it hadn't. Sure, Teon had been naked in front of him, in his very own shower... sure Yoyo was Teon's and Teon was Yoyo's... sure they didn't travel anywhere without holding hands...

Maybe it wasn't so far off the table.

He considered it and semi-shrugged. "I did just learn all about how to copulate and blowjob correctly. We'll figure it out if you ever feel like it. Here's a store with a lot of good-butt jeans. They have one of these in Connecticut. My big brother Hersh loves it here. Oh-" he flinched in thought, "Hersh might be kinda gay..."

When the big question cam, the confusing one that probable was unclear to them both, 'what am I', Yoyo was satisfied enough with Teon comfortable with Yoyo tucked into him and resting his chin on Yoyo's head.

Instinct
 
"You are the glue."

The glue? "The glue?"

Is that like a penis thing? "Is that like a penis thing?"

That's fine. "That's fine."

They finally crossed the threshold into the store with some hipster chicks in flannel and saggy hats and holy tight jeans to look like they didn't try, but clearly had spent something between one and two hours to pick the right effortless look. Yoyo smiled and straightened his head out for a second, "Good butt jeans for Teon, please." They pointed him to the men's section in the back and Yoyo led him.

"So, how many times did you blowjob?" He tried asking Teon as if he hadn't only learned about them the day before...



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Date: March 14
Time: Morning
Place: Westfield San Francisco Centre



Did you ever get that feeling that you were trying to say something but no matter how hard you tried it was completely misunderstood? It was an altogether far too common feeling amongst people. They would speak, either through brevity or with complex sentences. Yet the context of what they said still came across wrong. It was a never ending battle. And everyone felt that way at some time or another. Didn't they?

Teon honestly didn't know. Those were not things he ever thought about. When he spoke he chose his words carefully, using as few as he could. He didn't speak much. So when he did, he wanted it to count. He assumed it always did. That his point got across. That people understood him.

If society had bred an air of misunderstanding and general confusion into every day conversations, a life in the wild had bred it out of Teon. When you lived a part from everyone and seldom spoke, it was indeed hard to get caught up in anything society caused. Be it conversational or be it environmental or about pollution and tossing chewing gum on a sidewalk. The last of which being the one that likely effected Teon the most, as he enjoyed being barefoot, and old gum on the sole of your foot was no fun at all.

As Yoyo apologized about clothing, Teon just grinned and hugged him tightly. It wasn't Yoyo's fault that clothes kept people warm or that they were a trend worn by everyone. Those were just two factors of the world. One environmental, which Teon could easily abide by as the natural world had ruled that made sense. The other societal, that one was a bit harder to wrap his mind around as those rules tended to be random and vary in contradictions all the time.

"I don't get really cold," Teon admitted honestly. And it was true. He had never owned a heavy coat or winter boots. He had slept in a self built den under a pine tree surrounded by snow and survived before. His toes had turned an off shade of blue for a time, but in time even that had passed. Maybe it was part of this power their leader Jean had told him about. He could heal. Could he ignore the cold too? Was that part of healing and stuff? Maybe he would ask her. Maybe he wouldn't. It didn't really matter WHY, just that it happened.

Teon raised an eyebrow as Yoyo said everyone wanted to have sex with everyone else. "I can tell when people want sex," Teon admitted just as honestly as he had admitted his lack of weather issues. It was true too. The scents a person put off, the way their heart rate changed, the way they sweat, the heat that came off their groins. He knew when people were in the mood. Yoyo was ALWAYS in the mood it seemed. Going on those clues anyway.

Teon was rather sure that most people did not base their knowledge just on senses though. They used words and stuff. Words like copulation and blowjob apparently. Not that Teon had any idea what they meant or any context to place them in. "Good for you!" He congratulated Yoyo all the same. They must have been good things if his Yoyo was proud of them.

Why did they include his brother in tight pants though. And being happy? Teon shrugged. "Everyone should be happy," He agreed, glad that his Yoyo and Yoyo's brother were just that.

Entering into the store, Teon had no idea what was better than what so he looked over at Yoyo and smiled. "You pick it all, I just wear it," He offered up with a small grin.

Was glue a penis thing? Teon shook his head and laughed a bit. You didn't hold the pack together with your penis. Not unless you were an entirely different sort of pack. "No, the glue is you, not your penis," There, that explained that.

How many times had he blown a job? Was he asking him how many times he had failed at a task or a mission? Well one directly since coming to Utopia. He had blown the job to bring back a piece of the person who had shot Yoyo. Before Utopia? How many times had he blown a job? There were any number of times he tried to sneak into a city or town and was caught and chased off. There was the time he tried to help a woman being attacked by men and in the end after saving her she had swung her purse at him. The time he hadn't been able to save the bear cub caught by its leg in a trap... That time he had seen a man climbing a cliff face in the wild and his grip slipped. He tried to reach him and hadn't made it in time. He could still smell the sickening sweet scent of the man's blood, his first really major blown job. "Twenty or more?" Teon guessed at the number, it was probably higher if he thought about it in more depth.



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Date: March 14
Time: Morning
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Yoyo was after an exorbitant amount of things when he was finally released from his solitary confinement. These things ranged from broad to specific. From making friends to having slumber parties with pillow fights and marshmallows and talking about crushes and trying on each other's shoes and making scrap books. Nowhere on his bucket list was meeting someone and falling for them. In part, he didn't think he was interested in that sort of thing, but also... he'd seen many movies and television shows that reaffirmed an uncomfortable stomach affliction and a lot of sweating and nervousness. Anxiety. Yoyo didn't need anymore anxiety.

However, when he finally got that thing he absolutely didn't want, he had zero ability or desire to fight it. Whether it was by chance encounter that they'd met and became... whatever it was that they'd become... or if it was part of some grand scheme like Lorna and Jean seemed to think, he didn't really care.

Instead, he'd found he rather enjoyed the feeling of his stomach flipping over every time he and Teon got to hang out. He enjoyed a lot of images that anyone peeking into his imagination might run away awkwardly or need a huge notebook to cover their erection. He enjoyed feeling like he was falling and flying at the same time, and like everything would be okay. He enjoyed having someone to share his experiences with, and enjoyed that he had at least one specific thing to look forward to every day.

Teon was secret-cool. A whisper under Yoyo's tongue. And Yoyo enjoyed showing everyone that he had a Teon. He couldn't exactly put words to it. He didn't know what this was called. He didn't know how Teon felt. He didn't know which way was up or down or inside or around... but with his Teon around, he didn't even care.

Because everything was going to be okay.

And that made him want to copulate a lot, in that moment. Which probably made Teon's next confirmation a little awkward for him.

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"I can tell when people want sex."

Uh-oh.

So, if that were the case, he would know... all about Yoyo's chronic repression and thirst.

And Teon hadn't actively displayed anything in return. Which probably meant something.

But without asking the question, Yoyo sadly came to his conclusion. Teon wanted to remain friends. "Am I very undesirable? Is it because I'm Korean? My parents always said that would work against me..." Yoyo sighed and pulled out from Teon's grasp, flipping through some of the displayed jeans, looking for Teon's measurements.

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"Everyone should be happy."

"Hersh is real neat and smart. He's happy. You'd like him. I think." But he wasn't so sure if he could read Teon anymore given this brand new revelation. Then again, Hersh was a young professional and vice president of their parents' company, was extremely kind and nurturing and charitable... it was hard not to like Hersh.

Instinct
 
"You pick it all, I just wear it."

"Here. These should fit, and make your butt look good for whoever you want to copulate with."

He wasn't really sure why he felt sad and upset knowing Teon didn't choose Yoyo. Considering how against this sort of thing he was originally, it would only make sense for him to be a little relieved. But instead, he just felt like he'd lost a lot and had no idea where to find it. Like he'd lost a safe place.

"If you wore underwear, you should try them on in the dressing room," Yoyo lazily pointed a finger out next to him toward the group of dressing rooms.

Instinct
 
"No, the glue is you, not your penis."

Yoyo chuckled. It was funny, even if he was sad about it. "I'm starting to understand that."

At least Teon was still his best friend, right? Or did that just make it much worse? Yoyo'd have to tell Lorna about this and demand she fixed him. Make him more desirable for someone if he ever erroneous wanted to copulate with anyone else.

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"Twenty or more?"

"That's so many blowjobs." It was no wonder Teon wasn't invested in Yoyo in the same way! He didn't have the same experience as someone else he might like more. Like maybe Lorna, who had so many man-clothes from all the men she slept with. Yoyo didn't have any man-clothes from men, just his own man-clothes. "Okay, I understand you don't want me or my body, but you should understand that I do with yours, so I'm gonna be sad for a while until I can get over it. Now I'm gonna look for good butt pants for me to see if maybe I can change your mind about me, and if you ever end up naked in my shower again, it'll be you with a boner. And me probably, because duh."



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Date: March 14
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There was a definite disconnect between the conversation Teon thought was happening and the conversation Yoyo thought was happening. That seemed to be something that worked for them both on most days. They didn't need to understand everything about one another, including what was said, just to get along. In fact they were closer than Teon had been with anyone in a long, long time in spite of just how little they sometimes could decipher out of each other's comments, or in Teon's case lack of comments.

Sometimes it led to fun misunderstandings. Sometimes everything ended up making perfect sense no matter how far off the same topic they each were. And sometimes, it ended up with Yoyo saying things with words that Teon had no actual understanding of. At all.

Teon cocked his head to one side, akin to a confused dog trying to understand why his owner didn't want him to pee on the carpet. "What is a Korean? Are they not desired?" He asked not sure just what Yoyo had been getting at with his comments. Most times he let such things go by with no real response. This time he was curious though. Because Korean? Undesired? What were they even talking about?

"Your parents don't desire Korean?" Apparently THAT was what they were talking about. If Yoyo was this Korean then why would his parents not desire it? That made no sense. Family values meant next to nothing in Teon's world. He had left home so long ago and he hardly remembered parents and the past life he lived before his mutation. He did know that in society, which Yoyo was firmly a part of, family bonds were strong. Korean shouldn't have changed such a thing, should it?

"You are mine, they don't need to desire this Korean." Teon decided firmly. That was the answer to the conversation as far as he was concerned. Not that he was fully aware just what the conversation was. That didn't change the answer any. You are mine. That would always be the answer.

Teon wasn't sure why Yoyo's happy brother was being brought up so much. Maybe because he was so happy. Or because Yoyo used him as a role model to pick out other people's clothes? Teon wasn't sure. "I like some people." Teon agreed. If he would like the happy brother of his Yoyo he had no idea.

Then they were shopping some more. For pants that made his ass look good for copulating? "Is that a Korean thing?" Teon asked as Yoyo continued to hand him things. "Korean copulating?" He expanded on his question and leaned into Yoyo as he waited to see what the answer was. He kept using so many words that Teon just couldn't figure out. It was like a fun game of Where's Waldo. If Waldo were vocabulary lessons.

Teon grinned a wide grin as Yoyo admitted he was understanding how he was the glue. "Yes, the glue. Without you, there would be no pack. No pack would mean no us. So you are the glue." He agreed vehemently, which was quite something for Teon, as he had no clue what vehemently even meant, and he seldom seemed more or less excited no matter what he spoke about.

"Is this about Korean copulations again?" Teon wondered aloud as Yoyo again started to talk about desire and bodies and boners. "I don't care if your parents don't desire you. You are mine." That should answer it all. Except just what copulation and Korean were.



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