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Ren was already at the sporting goods store. It smelled like jocks and sweat. It isn't like he wasn't used to it (WAT), but it was filled with the most obnoxious people he had ever seen. Almost thinking twice and turning back around, he hesitantly picked up (and paid for in crisp, new 100 dollar bills) the best Snowboard they had. And it didn't look that special, but he took the cashier's word for it that it was a good brand. He had no firetrucking clue about the construction of these things, so anything would work right now.

(Ren is so sweeet )

 

HoroHoro sighed, blissfully unaware of Ren's absense. And so he continued to talk in hopes of him showing mercy.

"Hey, I'm sorry okay. I didn't mean to be such an asshole. Its just...I was so annoyed and I didn't want to iritate you..." All the while he was carving a small picture of him and Ren holding hands with his pocket knife into the door. He'd get Hao to burn it later. "Guess all I can do is screw up..." He murmered. "Even with the one I love."

(*nodnod* He can be when he wants to be. LOL REN WOULD SEE THE DOOR AND BE ALL: "..................Did you make that?" "...Maybe. Yes." "It's nice." "Really? <: D" "NO.")

 

Curse this snowy day! It was so hard to lug around this firetrucking snowboard in such weather. But it was probably going to be worth it in the end. (WAAAAAAAT.) He blew some bangs out of his face (GLAMOROUS HAIRFLIPLOL) and kept on walking, nearly there.

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He came in through the DOOR this time, leaving the snowboard on the table. He quickly went to go get the idiot probably mourning in the other room.

Actually, Horo was asleep against the door, the pocket knife lingering by his side. In his arms was the broken Quan-Do -don't ask how he got it- except it wasn't broken. He miraculously fixed it -again, don't ask-. But what he as really mumbling was 'sorry Ren' and after that, almost a whisper, 'love you'.

He didn't soften his gaze one bit after hearing that. In fact, he was nearly unaffected. "Wake up." He demanded, hitting him upside the head. God forbid he refused to wake up or something along those lines.

HoroHoro was slurred at first but he woke up hazily.

"What? What'd I do now?" He asked expecting to be in trouble. In seeing Ren though he flinched, immedietly covering up the carving.

"GAH! What? I'm sorry! Whatever it is it wasn't me but....if otherwise I'm sorry!" Smooth Horo...smooth.

 

(Ren's so cold D:>)

(LOL just a minute ago you were saying he was sweet.)

 

He pinched the bridge of his nose in irritation. "No, you idiot." He groaned, taking his time to go back to the kitchen(?) and slinging the snowboard over his shoulder. Once he was back in his presence, he thrusted the board in his arms. "Take this."

Horo looked down at the snowboard before feeling his eyes widen. It....it wasn't the absolute best snow board, though it was decent enough, but this was something he hadn't expected from Ren.

"You...actually...?" He was practically speechless. Gulping, he gave Ren the mended weapon. It wasn't exactly perfect, he had to useva lot of ice and glue he found in a drawer, but it was obviously pretty close.

"I feel really bad. I know its a little loner from the ice and glue and stuff but it seems like it should be okay..." He scratched the back of his head. For all he knew, his mending could have thrown the entire weapon off balance or something complicated and gay like that. "Oh, and be careful with the blade...I sharpened it a bit."

He raised an eyebrow. "I flail this thing around like a firetruckin' fairy princess on steroids and you tell me to be careful of the blade?" And surprisingly, he said this all with a straight face. "And it's just like you not to thank me."

"Wha-...oh. Thanks." Way to ruin the moment Ren. I guess he didn't get that Horo taking the time to fix the Quan-Do didn't mean anything really. "And of course that's what I would say. We don't need you to get hurt or whatever because you were clumsy..." HoroHoro muttered, careful to stand up in front of the carving as he stretched, yawning cutely. Surprisingly, he didn't laugh either (I WOULD/DID.) "And its just like you to make an insult at me instead of thanking me for my hard labor." Horo stated pointedly, not even cracking a smile, nothing.

(Ren can get away with it because he doesn't really thank anyone. Ever. Except that one time he thanks Yoh for something. He says it in Chinese, but that makes it more sincere, right? I mean, he should've thanked JEANNE of all people for bringing him back to life, but no.)

 

He sighed again. When was this argument EVER going to end? "You want me to thank you?" He glowered at him, cupping his face before kissing him.

 

(I just died inside. o u o'')

HoroHoro blinked, his cheeks flushing. Ren. Ren Tao was kissing him. Holy. Crap. This was technically his first kiss -if we're not counting the one Hao stole but lets not go there- and...he couldn't have asked for anyone beter then his Renny-kinz.

"Y'know, that's all I really needed." Horo admitted sheepishly, a lopsided grin (THAT IS ADORABLE OMG x3) on his lips as he scratched his still red tinted cheek.

 

(Let us be told, that the day HoroHoro stops laughing, grinning, smiling, calling Ren short/Renny/pip-squeak and/or cute, will be the darkest day for us all. I pray it will never come for Horo is oh so very pretty )

"I noticed." He said matter-of-factly, tilting his head slightly to the side. He gave the bluenette a smirk, getting up close to his lips; as they were only a centimeter or so away from kissing. "Wanna do it again?"

HoroHoro returned the smirk, tilting his head as his arms slid into Ren's jacket, under his shirt, to rest on the small of his back.

"Duh." He pulled Ren's body close to him, momentarily forgetting how young the boy was (12). Horo pushed further up Ren's skin, taking in the smoothness as he kissed Ren passionately.

(Lol I totally forgot that Ren is twelve and not fourteen like the rest of them. )

 

He obviously wasn't used to being touched like this due to his age and personality. I mean, no one except pedophiles want to molest twelve year olds, and even pedophiles are afraid of him. "Mn..." He subconsciously knew that he was too young to be doing this, but he didn't really pay any mind to that. Instead, he kissed back with equal force, shuddering at the touch.

( IKR?!)

 

HoroHoro licked at Ren's bottom lip delicately, easily sliding off the boy's jacket. He greedily started to undo the buttons on Ren's shirt, eager to run his hands over more of his lover's skin. He knew that he was being irrespnsible, that in a way he was taking advantage of Ren. That if he didn't stop now he would be dangerously close to takeing the remainder of Ren's innocence. But he couldn't bring himself to stop. Not yet.

Taking the hint, Ren granted him access, feeling his jacket slide off his shoulders. He helped with taking off the rest as he knew that he probably wouldn't be able to figure out how to undo frogties. Not to mention he had to elevate himself quite a bit since he was 4'9" and HoroHoro was what, 5'6"?