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Ramon Salazar ([personal profile] latino_menace) wrote2006-11-13 04:40 am
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OOM: The latest with Mary Anne


Ramon is quiet when he walks into the house. He feels like he's done something wrong, even though he technically hasn't. Not wrong in that he toyed with Mary Anne a bit to get her to tell the truth for once - wrong because the conversation happened at all. Knowing how hurt Random was after he'd kissed her, it feels slightly off for him to talk to her about the situation. Almost as if he's been unfaithful, somehow, especially given that she showed him what might have been.

But he hasn't, and wouldn't - but he still feels the need to tell Random what happened. In a minute though. Right now, he's just leaning his back against the front door and pausing to try and get some of the tension out of him. He has a vague notion that something might just snap if the day carries on like this.

[identity profile] underwater-owl.livejournal.com 2006-11-13 04:07 am (UTC)(link)
"Pretzels."

He sneaks an arm around Ramon's waist and snugs him in close.

"Better idea. You're tense, let me work at your back."

[identity profile] underwater-owl.livejournal.com 2006-11-13 04:20 am (UTC)(link)
"Living room."

He's pulling him anyways, steering him towards the sofa and seating him gently on it, before pulling up onto it himself. He sits on the back, on leg on either side of Ramon's shoulders, with free access to his neck and shoulders.

"'m here for you."

[identity profile] underwater-owl.livejournal.com 2006-11-13 04:49 am (UTC)(link)
"Not mine?"

Oh God, please.

"Say it's not mine."

[identity profile] underwater-owl.livejournal.com 2006-11-13 05:01 am (UTC)(link)
"Want me to talk to them?"

He goes back to Ramon's shoulders once that's cleared up, massaging gently. Working out the knots, where he knows they'll be.

"'m a better liar than you. I'll have them in, make them tea, tell them a lot of nothing and have them on their way smiling in a couple of hours, thinking they understand everything perfectly, but with no more than what they came with."

[identity profile] underwater-owl.livejournal.com 2006-11-13 05:07 am (UTC)(link)
"Lean forwards."

Random leans, too, so he can work down his spin, chasing the ache away.

"You terribly drunk, love? Anything interesting happen in the bar?"

[identity profile] underwater-owl.livejournal.com 2006-11-13 05:12 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh, damn."

He did feel that, so immediately sets to work at the new worry.

"Shh, love, out with it. You know the drill. Spill it, or I'll make it worse in my head."

[identity profile] underwater-owl.livejournal.com 2006-11-13 05:17 am (UTC)(link)
He swings down, obligingly, and settles half draped across him.

"So?"

Spill. Now, Ramon, if you know what's good for you."

[identity profile] underwater-owl.livejournal.com 2006-11-13 05:24 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh."


Oh, certainly, no more orders, he wouldn't have been able to anyways because it's now his everything that's sitting in quiet jeopardy, like a woman's pointing a sniper rifle at it, that they bought her for Christmas.

Some colour leaves his face, he can't help that, but otherwise, there's no outward sign.

[identity profile] underwater-owl.livejournal.com 2006-11-13 05:32 am (UTC)(link)
"Alright."

He nods, because it makes sense, and he appreciates it. He'd rather that than hear it from her, some time later.

"What was her future like?"

[identity profile] underwater-owl.livejournal.com 2006-11-13 05:43 am (UTC)(link)
"That's what I meant."

He closes his eyes, a little distraught.

"Your options, as opposed to life with a neurotic prince with conquered commitment issues but lingering family baggage. Voyages into the Vietnam jungle versus pushing Martin's stroller, then holding my hand after a family council, dealing with me when I vanish into the inevitable politics of something or other, trying to survive the mechanisms going on around us. Researching schools, neighborhoods, private places and tuitions, hours of me thrashing and waking you up in the night, artwork framed on the wall, or a warm, pliant, able woman who'll blow you, your mind, and rock your world?"

[identity profile] underwater-owl.livejournal.com 2006-11-13 05:51 am (UTC)(link)
"Thanks."

A muffled sigh, into Ramon's shoulder, where he's resting now.

"Ramon. Do you think you could be nice to Martin tonight? There's enough greek salad in the fridge for both of you, and cold cuts and bread on the counter. I'm feeling light headed, I want to go to bed."

[identity profile] underwater-owl.livejournal.com 2006-11-13 06:00 am (UTC)(link)
"No, I want you."

He shakes his head vehemently.

"It's not that. It's just, he needs supper. More than that, he needs someone to ask how his day was and be excited when he shows you the picture of the frog he drew- I'll stay up. I need to stay up. Let me go get supper fixed."

[identity profile] underwater-owl.livejournal.com 2006-11-13 06:13 am (UTC)(link)
"Ask him about the picture," he insists, "and smile when he explains it to you. If there's a squiggle in the corner it's an 'M,' he's learning basic letters, it'll look more like a camel than anything but tell him it's a good job. Make sure he brushes his teeth."

God, what else might Ramon not know?

"Warm milk before bed if he says he's feeling jumpy, and a quarter of a banana. But he has to re-brush after."