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 Posted: Mon Jan 17, 2011 10:14 am
He dropped his book bag just inside the door, kicked off the terrible school shoes and tossed a much abused canvas into a corner, it had suffered though art class, and a very frustrated Breu whom had decided that it just wasn't working. He figured on using it as target practice later with his paint ball gun to test how well the sights were set.
He grabbed a drink from the fridge and sighed, popping the lid with a small hiss of spray and took a swig before setting it on the counter and padding into the small living room intent on watching the 'telly' for a few to unwind. Maybe a nice movie... maybe, hmm...well Lake House would just make Dee stare he suspected so not that, maybe something else old and campy he thought.
Thoughts stuttered to a stop as he drew to a halt in front of the couch.
There was someone on his couch...
It was not Dee.
It was not a person he even KNEW...
But one thing was for sure, it had Dee's 'fingerprints' all over it.
He marched back to the wall and grabbed the 'Cheep s**t' claymore and put his Drink down on the book case.
"D'EEET'RCH!!!!" He bellows at the top of his lungs, already damned certain that the other was in the apartment -somewhere- before lapsing into a string of curses so heavily accented as to be unintelligible.
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Posted: Mon Jan 17, 2011 10:24 am
It was worse than just some random kid from school, or a friend of Dee's: Ever was not only a stranger but he was in worn-out clothing, likely still wrapped up in alley-smells, his hair a rumpled mess and the entire right side of his face purpling with an angry bruise, his eye already gone black.
He looked, all in all, like a junkie, and his reaction to the shout didn't help the impression a whole lot.
Ever hadn't been in the deep, comfortable rest of sleep but instead in an aching, dizzying sort of unconsciousness that would have left him still tired and sore with the best of wakeup calls. Breu's shout was just about the worst thing that could have happened to him.
It was like having his head shoved into a church bell and the thing rattled around him.
It was like being slapped in the face again.
It was like hot pokers in his eyes.
He came to with a gulping sort of gasp that turned into a whimper as he turned wrong and remembered the bruise on his side, that turned into baffled silence as bruised eyes settled on Breus, that turned into a drunken sort of assessment of his surroundings and where the nearest exit was.
If Ever had done something that was about to get him in trouble, he needed to know which way to run.
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Posted: Mon Jan 17, 2011 10:34 am
Dietrich, Aka Dee, was the one responsible for the return of the man to their apartment. After the fight... he seriously has NO idea what the hell to do with the man. Its not like he could have left him on the nearest bench or something... he would have been a youma toothpick! Its not like he knew any homeless shelters here either...
The man was left sleeping on the couch... Dee decided to go and cook something in the meantime. If anyone took a second to breath through their nose, theyd notice the smell of meat loaf and some sort of vegetable.
Dee was just checking on the loaf, oven open, when the scream caused the door to slap shut barely missing his fingers. "THE HELL!" He ran from the kitchen, into the front room... wearing a rather embarrassing pink and yellow flowered apron. "I...ah.... oh." He looked over and saw the man awake. He didnt kill him! Ohthankgod.
"Your awake!" Thats when he heard a growl... and turned to face Breu. Crap, he hoped the man woulda been awake BEFORE this. "Dude... Breu... Calm down! Put the amazon tree chopping knife thing down... no head need to roll!"
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Posted: Mon Jan 17, 2011 10:40 am
"Wut... the BLUUDY E'LL!!" He pointed at Ever with one finger. "Wut... are y' thinking pray tell?" He said trying to re-bottle the irritation that had peeked out there and ultimately not releasing his grip on the 'amazon-tree-chopper'
"E'plain... " He demanded.
He was all for helping those less fortunate. He was not so much for helping those less fortunate and not knowing he was doing so, more so when they had put their feet all over his poor sodding couch.
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Posted: Mon Jan 17, 2011 10:43 am
One look at Dietrich [that apron!], then at Breu's shape blocking the door [the anger!] and Ever figured out the only possible explanation for the pain and the shouting and the strange location.
He'd messed around with someone's boyfriend.
This wasn't his first rodeo. Ever'd been here before. His bag was by the couch, one quick swipe caught it up, and he was on his feet in an instant to head toward the window and -- hopefully -- some kind of exit.
Except that his head was still swimming, and there was a coffee table in his way. His shins hit it and he went tumbling with a muffled curse.
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Posted: Mon Jan 17, 2011 10:55 am
Hands on hips, a spatula in his hand, Dee totally looked the part of the 'bottom' of the relationship. He 'screamed' girly boy because he was kind of scrawny too. "Is this any way to treat a guest, Breuddwyn?" He said using the mans full name.
"If you MUST know.." He didnt notice that Ever was starting to move. "I found him passed out on the side of the road, he was hurt and i couldn't just leave him there!" Partial lie, he HAD found him on the side of the road... they just didnt know it was partially his fault for the injuries. That stupid youma.
"What the hell! YOU! Get back to the couch!" He hissed out at Ever approaching him, his 'big brother' complex taking over. Well, Ever would probably see this as a 'motherly' instinct.
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Posted: Mon Jan 17, 2011 11:03 am
Breu rolled his eyes and then leaned the sword against the wall before stooping to 'manhandle' the fallen drunk and concussed 'guest'.
"Twpsyn." He said... or something like it followed by "... meddwyn, yeehhk."
He hoisted the fallen man back onto the couch before adressing the "girly man"
"It is NO' your FLAT!" he said pointedly. "Well... get the sod some B'loody Tea then... daft fool."
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Posted: Mon Jan 17, 2011 11:06 am
...gibberish. He must have hit his head again. Ever sat on the couch with his bag clutched tightly against his chest and his eyes gone a little distant as he stared at the pair of them. It was like some kind of alternate universe...
Oh. Side of the road. Of course; he'd been caught up in some kind of fight. They must have left him behind in the alley and Ever just wondered why they hadn't finished off the job.
"Terrorists." It was barely a whisper. He licked his lips, arms shifting around his things. There had been terrorists...but that wasn't really important. He found his voice and said, louder this time. "Tea?"
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Posted: Mon Jan 17, 2011 11:14 am
"What do you think i was doing before you flipped out and swung your sword around, Bree?" He huffled and rolled his eyes, stopping only because Breu had put the claymore down and seemed to be helping their guest out. "Im no miracle worker man.. i do what i can." He turned around just when he heard the word 'terrorists'. Good thing too, the look that he was currently giving would alert them that something was off. Did the man seriously think they were terrorists? He SAVED his a**! Some terrorist, hmph.
Fiddling around in the kichen he soon walked out, still in the apron, and set a coffee pot and three cups on the table. "Not sure if you like anything in your tea, so i brought sugar and milk."
With no shame at all, he soon found himself sitting indian style on the floor. "Do, you, whats your name? And the hell happened?" Best to pretend you dont know a thing, right?
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Posted: Mon Jan 17, 2011 4:10 pm
Breu flipped off his room mate in short order and put the sword back in his proper place. "Better learn to use the ruddy dahm telly before I wander back teh find str'ahnge men sleeping in my flat." He said a touch testily, "and it's still MY flat...not yers!" He wagged a finger at Dee and grabbed up his own drink again with a huff before muttering off in another 'gibberish' tangent just to have a say that Dee couldn't bicker about.
//daft fool bringing home strays... tell me about it next time... leave YOU out for the dahm terrorists.//
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Posted: Mon Jan 17, 2011 8:10 pm
Ever's eyes flashed between them: a quick look at Breu's unintelligible fury that then settled easily onto the saner of the couple: Dietrich. For a blurry moment, he looked familiar: nothing Ever could put his finger on, and it was gone in a flash. Probably had a sibling who'd been at school with Ever.
"...ah." what had happened, exactly? He rubbed at his eyes, adding a small dose of sugar into his tea before wrapping both hands around it and leaning back to take a sip, to give himself time to think.
"Some kind of fight, tried to kidnap me..." A demon. It had definitely been a demon, he remembered that now too, but if he said that they'd just think he was crazy. So he made a little noise, pressing two fingers gingerly near his eye. "Got any ice?"
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Posted: Tue Jan 18, 2011 10:26 am
"Love you too, Bree." He shot over his shoulder with an eyeball roll. He really did care deeply for his friend, this bantering was something that normally happened around the house anyways. "Was your cellphone even on? I can see you turning it off when your in your painting moods, dear friend." He ignored the 'MY' flat part. He saw it more as THEIR flat.
Dee couldnt help but flinch, kidnap!? Many a thing, but kidnapping was one thing he would not do. It was totally against his moral code! He realized soon that the world probably saw his flinching, so he quickly came up with an excuse. "Thats HORRIBLE! Who would think to kidnap you..." Dee, ever being the touchy feely kind, placed a hand on his shoulder. "Well! Its a good thing you got away then, musta been a hell of a fight!" With that... he skittered away into the kitchen to rummage around in the freezer.
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Posted: Tue Jan 18, 2011 1:12 pm
Breu launched another slightly raised voice of "MY FLAT" after Dietrich, blowing off his 'dear friend' and all his other 'metrosexual' behaviors...damn tree hugger.
He then -stared- at Ever for a long moment, pale grey eyes meeting black.
"HMMPH" He declared and took a drink of his soda. Demon... indeed, this whole city was full of c**k and bull stories, he should have never crossed 'the puddle'.
"So... wut is y'er name." He said with a very nearly civil tone.
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Posted: Tue Jan 18, 2011 1:20 pm
He let his attention be drawn back onto Breu but only after a long moment -- not letting that stare get to him, nor the grumping, nor the black expression on his face. Ever's own face looked milder, his best attempt at 'totally harmless', and the black eye and poor abused face leant a lot to the look.
He let the silence drag out for a moment, though, and that detracted from it: he was well aware that Breu was bullying him around, and while he might have been scrawny, he could still play that game as well. After a moment, he licked his lips. "Ever. And you're...Bree?"
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Posted: Tue Jan 18, 2011 1:52 pm
"Breu, your scaring OUR guest." Dietrich put emphasis in the 'our'. HE lived here too so this was HIS place as well. Dee huffed, returning with something in his arms... the apron now missing. "Sorry dude, no ice. So your stuck with a bag of frozen corn." Not really shy of sitting near people he plopped himself down on the couch right next to Ever and offered him the cold bag.
"And Bree... before you ask, there is another bag in the freezer." Dee said, lounging back for a moment. What should they do? They couldnt exactly throw the man back on the streets, Dee knew that life all too well.. didn't like it, but knew it. He knew how hard it was to get by under those conditions.
"SO...." He leaned forward, elbows on knees and head on his palms. "Breeeeu... Can we keep him?" Insert best attempt at puppy eyes here.
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