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 Posted: Mon Dec 02, 2013 1:12 am
Sawyer was actually a not-infrequent drop-in visitor. He made sincere efforts to offset the inconvenience this was to his friends by nearly always arriving bearing some sort of gift--a six pack, a plate of cupcakes (out of a box, given that Sawyer's attention span did not lend itself to intensive culinary efforts), even a book that he thought might be found interesting by the victim of his sudden arrival. He typically then proceeded to raid the fridge or make himself at home on the couch or hoard the remote in such a way that pretty well set the score back to zero. He didn't bother Ever and Zac too often, but he wasn't a complete stranger to the apartment. And here he was again, and sure enough, he was bearing in his arms a large cardboard box, doubtless containing one of his material gestures of goodwill. He couldn't knock with his hands full. He kicked the bottom of the door instead and put on his most winning smile.
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Posted: Mon Dec 02, 2013 3:41 pm
Zac answered the door, he stood for a moment blinking at the grinning face in the doorway with mismatched converse and the collection of clothing colors and patterns that would have been shocking, possibly even galling on anyone BUT Sawyer. Yet for the grinning young man, who really should have been listed with ‘trouble’ as a middle name Zac was quite certain… it was starting to seem ‘normal’. “Ever!” He called. “Sawyer is here.” He turned back to glance at the grin, lofting an eyebrow at it much the same manner as Mr. Spock before stepping cautiously aside. “He’s up to something.” He added bluntly.
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Posted: Tue Dec 03, 2013 5:06 pm
This was a Night Off, which meant that -- well, Ever didn't have on real clothes. Instead of his usual shredded pants and worn-thin shirts, he was sprawled out on the couch in a pair of flannel pajama pants. Seasonally appropriate, they were covered with somewhat-demented looking snowmen. Sales bin. They were also about three inches too short. He hauled himself halfway upright to peer over the back of the couch toward the pair of them, dropping papers where he'd been laying as he did. God help him, but he'd been doing work. Voluntary work. Work he wouldn't get paid for -- "He's at our door. Obviously he's up to something."
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Posted: Tue Dec 03, 2013 5:26 pm
Looking appropriately wounded, Sawyer glanced at Ever's pajama pants and graciously decided not to comment. "I'm not up to anything," he said. "Unless bringing you both an early Christmas present counts as being up to something. Do you know how much trouble I went through for this? I'm spreading some ******** holiday cheer here, and you accuse me of being up to something. You should be inviting me in and offering me seasonal drinks, or something."
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Posted: Tue Dec 03, 2013 6:08 pm
“It’s not an accusation, it’s a statement.” Zac replied and stepped aside to let Sawyer pass. “Don’t step on the papers… I’ll go spike some… eggnog or something.” He gave a suspicious stare at the box and then rolled his eyes. “Ever, you want your normal strait up or would you like something else spiked?”
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Posted: Sat Dec 14, 2013 2:42 pm
"Whatever you're making, sugar." It was said with his eyes on Sawyer, though, and his head tipped to the side -- considering the box in the young man's hands and the expression on his face. The problem was that he kind of always looked like a kid who'd just gotten away with some great game, so how was Ever supposed to know when he actually had...? "Let me grab my sweatshirt." Sighing, he slid up and into the other room to haul something on, to cover up the hint of clashing halloween boxers that poked out the top of his pants. "What do you need?"
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Posted: Sat Dec 14, 2013 2:59 pm
"Mostly just your good company," said Sawyer, stepping inside and flopping down on the couch, making himself right at home. So smooth. Less smooth even than usual though, because he was handling the box like it contained live explosives. "You guys are pretty great," he informed Zac, lifting his voice so that it would carry to Ever. "Like. Here I am, a lost ********' lamb, all wobbly-kneed in the middle of the fairy tale forest--" that was quite a mixed metaphor "--and you guys are just like. Charitable. You've got soft hearts. Like, we all know you're both badasses. But you got that heart of gold." A definite scratching sound was now emerging from the box. Sawyer folded his arm over it and tried to pretend nothing had happened.
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Posted: Sat Dec 14, 2013 3:06 pm
Zac scowled at the scratching sound. He returned with drinks clutched in hand, balanced against each other and delivered the first cup to Ever. “…. Seems to be less a ‘what do you need’, as a ‘what the HELL do you –have?” “And for that matter, why is it –here”
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Posted: Sat Dec 14, 2013 4:32 pm
All Ever could do was snort as he took the cup from Zac, a battered and somewhat ratty around the edges hoodie pulled closed around him. He didn't ask again what was in the box. Just waited. And sipped.
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Posted: Sat Dec 14, 2013 4:41 pm
Sawyer put on his best sad face. "It's a sad Christmas story like. That ********' girl with the matches." With a heavy sigh, he opened the box, and reached in to procure-- --a weasel. No two ways about it, the thing in the box was a weasel. Specifically it was a ferret, but let's not mince words. "My friend Alex had this friend Chris whose brother Robert's landlady found out about it. Robert's apartment doesn't allow pets. But it's not her fault. Or his? I haven't asked actually." He held the animal aloft. Its beady little eyes fixed on Zac with intensity. It was, actually, pretty cute. "So I'm like. Taking care of it for a while. But she terrifies the mice." He realized he hadn't actually asked if the mice were OK yet. Oh well. "Like. They smell her, or something. But look at her. Or him. It? No, it seems bad. Anyway, she's like. Staying with me for a while. Right before Christmas!" he added indignantly. "She's pretty sweet. She steals your car keys though." Your car keys. The second person creeping in already.
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Posted: Sat Dec 14, 2013 5:00 pm
“Tragic” He replied blandly, frowning at the lanky rodent that had just been produced from the box. It eyed him with a surprising intensity. “…How tragic for the mice I’m sure. Where do we come into this and why do I care?” He was trying not to see that it was pretty cute all things considered. He held out one hand for the animal to smell, he’d never actually HAD a pet, not a dog, not a cat… not even a goldfish. Someone else’s dog had chased him once… but that had been a long time ago. He’d also been assaulted by a guardian cat, and a leopard, but neither of them really counted, right?
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Posted: Sun Dec 15, 2013 4:14 pm
Ever'd fed stray before but -- but other than that -- well, he'd never actually been responsible for a living creature either, and he eyed the little beast in a way that was more wary than anything else. It was pretty cute. And he'd always wanted a cat. This was pretty close, wasn't it? Not really. "We don't own a car." This was slow, somewhat dry. It wasn't a no but Ever, at least, was recognizing what was happening here. And it was dangerous because Sawyer was almost as cute as the creature, when he wanted to be... "How long is a while?"
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Posted: Sun Dec 15, 2013 4:55 pm
"I don't know," he said solemnly. "He wants to take her back once he wins the landlady over but I promised him I'd look around first to see if anyone wanted. I have like, a gift card to Petsmart. For cages and s**t. And a leash. You can put her on a leash. Isn't that ******** adorable? It clips onto a little... vest thing. I promised. Christmas is the worst time of the year for shelters," he said, with an air of reading this off of a prepared mental script that he didn't bother to hide. "Like, right before and then a month after. She'll get gassed if I give up on her." Tragic indeed. " Gassed." It startled to wriggle, and he offered it generously to Zac. "You should hold her," he informed him brightly. "It's weird. Like holding a fuzzy tube sock full of jelly beans."
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Posted: Mon Dec 16, 2013 6:04 pm
“Right… that description makes me absolutely want to hold …her.” He wasn’t sure why informing him that the small fuzzy creature would be gassed was supposed to trigger feelings of concern in him, after all he’d done some rather terrible things to fellow human beings in the name of winning and unseen war. Still, it was pretty cute… and he did feel bad about the idea of it being gassed, for reasons quite unknown. He held out his hands and took it…her gingerly.
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Posted: Wed Dec 18, 2013 11:47 am
"Oh, god help us." Ever eased down to sit, slowly, in a chair -- away from the ferret, away from Sawyer, and even away from Zac. As he watched the creature pass from one set of hands into another, he winced, mentally preparing himself, and buried himself in his cup. He found it very unlikely that, once Zac had held her, he'd be able to resist accepting the offer. "What does it eat?" This was mumbled around the rim of his drink, which didn't have enough alcohol in it.
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