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“I think it fits. It’s nice too, can’t believe someone’d throw away a perfectly good jacket, hm?” Peter ran their hands over the collar of the jacket, smoothing the thick fabric over their thin shoulders, “What’d you think?”
“Looks good,” Kovu quipped, taking a moment to observe the lines and cut of the fabric as it settled. “Although you might want to be careful. When you live this close knit something ‘thrown away’ might not always be as abandoned as it seems.”
He couldn’t help the grin spreading across his face, teeth catching his lower lip. He appreciated the look of curiousity in Kovu’s eyes, and released a low laugh. “Hmmm, I don’t know– you do the math.”
He let himself sink into a forward bend, back arching, arms still straight and on top of his thighs. “Good. Now, give your back a bit of an arch, and let your eyes look up at the ceiling. Just your eyes, not your whole head mind you.” He did it himself, not waiting to see if Kovu would follow, just expecting him to.
“Now here comes the fun part. We open our mouths, press our tongues out and towards the earth, and release a loud breath.” He tried very much to not grin as he explained it, and to not explain it with the words ‘cock’ or ‘dick’.
Kovu blanched a bit, feeling oddly exposed in the position he was in and ducked his head. “Yeah, well,” he began, lifting his gaze again in time to catch the slide of teeth on lips. “Math has never really been my strongest subject. Maybe you should spell it out for me.”
He listened nonetheless, not allowing the banter to distract him. As much as he wanted to deny it the stretch felt good, burning through his thighs and into his shoulders. It was a heady sort of place on the cusp of pain from just being. It felt like a challenge. He let his back arch, trying to keep his shoulders rounded back to hold the integrity of the heat in his chest and was halfway to just doing before his mind caught up with what Clopin said.
His eyes darted back down, body slouching out of the position “Wait, what the hell. Are you serious?”
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“Kovu. Glad to see you out and about.” Kid looked good. Hopefully that was the case. “Har har. Think I’ll use that as my excuse today, thanks. It’s just a headache, nothing some advil can’t handle.”
“Sounds plausible. One’s all brute strength and the other is just so focused on HIIT. It’s just... wow... once you lose the balance you’re just fucked.”
He let the smile curl his lips easily, readily. The cheeky rejoinder swift on his tongue before he offered any genuine concern, “Headaches and hangovers do usually go hand in hand too though. Brain tumours too.”
The bustle of the shop was so busy that he didn’t hear a strange approach, but he did feel the sudden loom of someone over him. Before he could react to their presence though, the tape was gone from his almost grasp, and someone was speaking to him.
His head swiveled, eyes dark and mouth turning in a snarl as he straightened up, recognizing the stiff figure in front of him. His shoulders squared, on an aggressive offence between the other and the package, as if he posed a threat to it.
“You will give that back, or you will hurt,” he spoke quietly and evenly, trying not to let the feeling of vulnerability in being without his helmet show in his young face. His eyes caught the postcard in the other’s hand, tucking it away in his mind.
Kovu smirked, cocking his head to the side just enough to make it clear that he, for the most part, didn’t care about the forced posture in the man’s shoulders. That he didn’t really hate the guarded and quiet edge to his voice. It took effort to not just hand the tape back and apologize, tucking his own blank postcard into the outstretched fingers of one of the attendants, but he had to stay firm.
He palmed the item, lips coming down into a soft frown, measured. “Sounds unreasonable, Kylo- It’s Kylo right? And also a little bit improbable given we are a) in public and that you b) don’t seem to have the means on you with which to cause me any hurt.” After a pause he reached his arm out, palm up with the tape centred on it, as if placating a hurt animal.
“I will do what it is in my best interest to do, same as you.”
“If you could be quiet that would be great.”
“Oh, no love? Not even for me?”
Kovu smirked, crossing his arms and settling his weight onto one hip. “What’s wrong? Too much crossfit and not enough insanity gotcha all out of whack?”
He folded the flaps of the cardboard box shut, making sure there was no gap. He peeled the plastic backing off the address sticker, securing it firmly to the front of the package. He appreciated the fact that there was a way for the post office workers to print a label without having to write it out himself. Of course, he could have just as easily dropped this package off in the Carnival mail car and waited for someone else to take it, but he didn’t trust anyone there to handle it. So he’d take care of it himself.
He paused, looking around for the packaging tape he’d just seen a moment ago, and spotted it off to his right. He reached out for it, trying to grab it and hold his box shut at the same time, but even his long arms were just out of reach. He focused harder, stretching as his fingertips brushed it but couldn’t quite reach it.
Kovu clutched the postcard between his fingers, worrying it enough that he almost wondered if the print would be worn from the printed side. If his careful scrawl of an address and a solitary ‘K’ tucked into the bottom corner would be enough to set his siblings’ minds at ease. His mother’s... He almost wondered if the religiously sent postcards ever really made it to them, though he took the time to take them into the post office it was always a worry. If his reminders that he was alive and altogether well enough to send mail had ever set them at ease or if it just stirred them to greater distress. He wondered if his mother even cared now that he was out of her sight. He’d always been the favourite. But looking back he doubted that it was the product of much more than misplaced care for a missing mister.
He never left a return address.
Turning the corner he stopped. There were, of course, bound to be people around but he hasn’t expected this one- dark and imposing in his stature and dress- but also, notably, from the Carnival. He paused cocking his head and taking in the stretch and lean for the roll of tape before crossing the few steps and hooking it with a finger. He didn’t offer it out immediately, take a steady measure of quiet attention first. “You going to threaten to run me through this time or be sweet?”
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1. Do you ever doubt the existence of others than you?
2. On a scale of 1-5, how afraid of the dark are you?
3. The person you would never want to meet?
4. What is your favorite word?
5. If you were a type of tree, what would you be?
6. When you looked in the mirror this morning what was the first thing you thought?
7. What shirt are you wearing?
8. What do you label yourself as?
9. Bright room or dark room?
10. What were you doing at midnight last night?
11. Favorite age you’ve been so far?
12. Who told you they loved you last?
13. Your worst enemy?
14. What is your current desktop picture?
15. Do you like someone?
16. The last song you listened to?
17. You can press a button that will make any one person explode. Who would you blow up?
18. Who would you really like to just punch in the face?
19. If anyone could be your slave for a day, who would it be and what would they have to do?
20. What is your best physical attribute? (showing said attribute is optional)
21. If you were the opposite sex for one day, what would you look like and what would you do?
22. Do you have a secret talent? If yes, what is it?
23. What is one unique thing you’re afraid of?
24. You can only have one kind of sandwich. Every sandwich ingredient known to humankind is at your disposal.
25. You just found $100! How are you going to spend it?
26. You just got a free plane ticket to anywhere in the world, but you have to leave immediately. Where are you going to go?
27. An angel appears out of Heaven and offers you a lifetime supply of the alcoholic beverage of your choice. “Be brand-specific” it says. Man! What are you gonna say about that? Even if you don’t drink booze there’s something you can figure out… so what’s it gonna be?
28. You discover a beautiful island upon which you may build your own society. You make the rules. What is the first rule you put into place?
29. What is your favorite expletive?
30. Your house is on fire, holy shit! You have just enough time to run in there and grab ONE inanimate object. Don’t worry, your loved ones and pets have already made it out safely. So what’s the one thing you’re going to save from that blazing inferno?
31. You can erase any horrible experience from your past. What will it be?
32. You got kicked out of the country for being a time-traveling heathen who sleeps with celebrities and has super-powers. But check out this cool shit… you can move to anywhere else in the world!
33. The Celestial Gates Of Beyond have opened, much to your surprise because you didn’t think such a thing existed. Death appears. As it turns out, Death is actually a pretty cool entity, and happens to be in a fantastic mood. Death offers to return the friend/family-member/person/etc. of your choice to the living world. Who will you bring back?
34. What was your last dream about?
35. Are you a good….[insert anything you’d like here]?
36. Have you ever been admitted to the hospital?
37. Have you ever built a snowman?
38. What is the color of your socks?
39. What type of music do you like?
40. Do you prefer sunrises or sunsets?
41. What is your favorite milkshake flavor?
42. What football team do you support? (I will answer in terms of American football as well as soccer)
43. Do you have any scars?
44. What do you want to be when you graduate?
45. If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be?
46. Are you reliable?
47. If you could ask your future self one question, what would it be?
48. Do you hold grudges?
49. If you could breed two animals together to defy the laws of nature, what new animal would you create?
50. What is the most unusual conversation you’ve ever had?
51. Are you a good liar?
52. How long could you go without talking?
53. What has been you worst haircut/style?
54. Have you ever baked your own cake?
55. Can you do any accents other than your own?
56. What do you like on your toast?
57. What is the last thing you drew a picture of?
58. What would be you dream car?
59. Do you sing in the shower? Or do anything unusual in the shower? Explain.
60. Do you believe in aliens?
61. Do you often read your horoscope?
62. What is your favorite letter of the alphabet?
63. Which is cooler: dinosaurs or dragons?
64. What do you think about babies?
65. Freebie! Ask anything interesting you can think of.
“I propose you move.” The voice was distorted and hollow underneath the full-faced helmet the man wore, though it was audible, clear as a bell. He rose his sword up, the blade coming about a foot shy of where the other stood. “Unless you wanted to wander into someone else’s rehearsal.”
Kovu stilled, every muscle in his body singing with the conflicting desires to give and let the man work. He lifted his hands, palms out and smiled as disarmingly as he knew. But no matter how disarming the smile it did little for the low careful timbre of his voice. The steady warning on his tongue. Zira had spent hours with him perfecting the tone, the set of his shoulders, and he let the easy power bleed out now. “And i propose you stop handing out idle threats, That’s no way to treat your peers, now is it?”
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He watched Kovu as the other contorted his body to match, putting up a fuss the entire way, and he couldn’t help but grin. Same Vuvu.
He snorted, hands still resting on his own knees. “Your legs are fine, love. They won’t break or snap. Plus, you should be exercising your ability to stay on your knees.” His eyes spared mischieviously. “Oh it may not be taxing, but it’ll be fun.”
He patted his palms against his knees again, splaying his fingers wide and long. “Do as I do with your hands. Think of claws.”
Kovu’s mouth dropped open before he could catch it, his composure slipping a tiny bit before he had the control to comport himself again, his eyes gleaming with something just this side of appeal. He reasonably couldn’t deny the jolt of white heat the mental image sent through him but he would as many times as he needed, “Oh yeah,” he quipped, rounding out his words in a careful drawl, “To whose benefit?”
He snorted, trying to cover the pause with a roll of his shoulders, straightening his spine again and keeping his chest open, fingers finding the tops of his thighs and splaying widely and flexing a few times, loosening them to the feeling before settling. “
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A. If you could get away with one murder in your lifetime without any legal, social, or emotional repercussions, would you kill someone?
B. What is your first thought when you receive a message on Tumblr, are you excited for the idea of someone from potentially the other side of the world wanting to talk to you or fearful that someone will criticize you?
C. Have you ever looked down on someone because you thought your religious views were superior?
D. Would you rather know everything the universe has to offer but in exchange lose all emotions or remain the way you are now?
E. If you could live and be healthy without sleeping or eating/drinking, which would you cut out of your life?
F. If you could take on the exact body and form of anyone else on Earth, who would it be?
G. Would you rather burn or freeze to death?
H. If it meant it would solve all world hunger, war, disease and bigotry, would you spend the rest of eternity in Hell?
I. Was the first crush in your life something you had or something someone had on you?
J. Could you live without having sex ever (again) in exchange for eternal youth?
K. Have you ever watched a full length pornographic movie?
L. The Beatles or The Rolling Stones?
M. If you could have the ability to manipulate matter or energy, which would you choose?
N. What was the worst nightmare you ever had?
O. Would you rather spend one year with your one true love just to never see them again or the rest of your life with second best?
P. All the sequels/remakes/adaptations/rip-offs in movies nowadays, good or bad?
Q. Would you rather be dirt poor and emotionally fulfilled in life or be rich beyond imagination and emotionally dissatisfied for life?
R. Do you have any (secret) feelings of bigotry to any group of people?
S. Would you rather be the only person in the world that can read minds or have everyone else in the world be able to read minds except for your own?
T. If everyone in the world would automatically only know one language, which language would you choose?
U. If you were old enough and not in a situation where it would be inappropriate, would you sleep with one of your (past) school teachers/professors?
V. A world without religion, good, bad, neutral?
W. The men's rights movement, legitimate cause or laughable, and why?
X. You can eliminate one of your five senses to substantially strengthen the others, which one and would you do it?
Y. Do looks mean anything to you? Don't lie, could you fall in love with someone you thought was ugly?
Z. Can you understand the mindset and logic used by the opposite spiritual opinion? An atheist understanding the belief in a higher power and vice versa.
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“Then keep the knees straight. It’s better for you.” He smirked a little at the yoga master comment. Truth was, he was only a beginner to yoga, but he did have a month’s worth of experience on Kovu.
He wasn’t going to knock Kovu for his inflexibility because before yoga, he’d been just about as stiff. He gently placed a hand on Kovu’s spine, the other hand going to his shoulder to try and gently support as the other worked on flattening his spine a little. He grinned at Kovu’s plea. “Good job, but one more pose before you get a burrito. Don’t worry, you get to sit down for this one. Stand back up.”
He moved to stand in front of him, a few feet away, then settled down on his knees, feet pointed behind him, shins against the floor.
Kovu stiffened minutely, he hadn’t been expecting the hand at his back or shoulder, the touch familiar and keen despite being corrective. It was... nice.
He watched Clopin stand, looking up from his place at his feet before finding himself level with Clopin’s face... more or less. Instead of standing back up he bent his knees, supporting his weight on his hands and settling onto his knees in a slump, facing Clopin. He inspected Clopin’s posture, turning and angling his body to create the right sort of shape, whining the entire way around.
His knees burned at the pressure against them, ankles protesting sharply as he settled his weight down, “Dear lord, legs aren’t meant for this, Lo.” He settled his hands on his thighs,watching expectantly. “Alright if this is it I might ask for another I don’t feel like this is taxing enough for burritos.”
He couldn’t help but cackle a bit at Kovu’s reluctance and grumbling about the fact that he was being prodded into exercise. “I’m very serious. What, you don’t do anything like this with that serious regimen you’re on? You should consider it.”
He straightened up, hands on his hips as he watched Kovu reach for his toes, whining and complaining the entire way. He pursed his lips on laughter. “Not quite. Your form is terrible.” He walked over, bending over and prodding Kovu’s knees with his fingers, trying to convince them to straighten out. “You’ll never get anywhere this way. The important thing isn’t to immediately touch your toes, it’s to learn the positions that will stretch your muscles and eventually get you there. Straighten your back a little.”
Kovu huffed, bending his knees even further, enjoying the brush of attention against his legs minutely,or possibly out of spite, before straightening up and attempting to lock them back. “Okay, so, i can either touch the toes or I can keep the knees straight, there is no in between here. Guide me, oh yoga master.”
He rounded out his spine, standing back up straight before trying again keeping his knees straight and trying to figure out what keeping his spine flat felt like. “Lemme just...” he adjusted again, arms hanging loosely. Core muscles sung with tension, the lean muscle along his thighs burning with the ache and pull. “Okay,” he sighed. “Do I get a burrito yet?”
