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Posted: Fri Oct 28, 2011 6:31 pm

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An Duplex purchased by Alanis after begging her mother to give her the money. Of course, Alanis being Alanis and Judith being Judith, it hadn't been very difficult. The left side is where Alanis and Lucas live, while the right side is where Keith and Conor will be. Oh, and their kids, but who cares about them, really?

Each side was the mirror of the other, but after harassing some carpenters, Alanis was able to make some changes here and there to the thirdfloor, making both side different in style, while keeping the same amount of space. Each side has a garage on the first floor, a Bathroom, Kitchen/Dining Room room and living room on the second floor and three bedrooms on the third floor.

Alanis and Lucas shares a bedroom ever since they got married, now happily sleeping together. The second bedroom is where their eight kids sleeps. There is no bed in the bedroom. Instead, a thick layer of blankets and pillows cover the floors, creating a giant bed for them to sleep on. There is also a third room, completely empty with the exception of a single brown bed that is being used as a guess room. For some reason, it never crossed their mind to make it a room for either the 4 boys or 4 girls...

As for Conor/Keith, they, oh so obviously, sleeps in the same bedroom (many, many times a day),decorated by Alanis. Quentin and John share one, having queen-size bunkbeds, as well as a 3rd single bed in it, for whoever might be sleeping over. Both room are still decorated the exact same way they were when they moved in, none of the men living there actually caring about the decor and just being generally too lazy to change it . The third bedroom is Conor's 'me' room, or, as Keith calls it when Conor isn't there to hear him, 'John Wayne s shrine'. Oh? Where does Eet sleep? In the broom closet? Oh, don't be silly. Eet sleeps under the table. Eet shoul be happy there isn't a doghouse outside.

Posted: Thu Dec 08, 2011 12:04 am

Today was the day.. before the day that was the day. It was still an important day, but less of an awesome important day and more of a <********> hard day. Mind, not a hard ********> day, which was vastly different, but, in any case, Conor was hanging outside of the house, leaning awkwardly against the door as he watched the snow fall in thought. He didn't know if Tate had gotten his horses yet and he hadn't exactly seen the guy's brother arrive at the inn or any s**t like that, but Conor wasn't a patient person. In fact, it was probably better that he planned to drop in on Tate before the horses showed up – those things were ******** scary and.. and he needed some time to prepare himself for it. He needed to make sure he had some form of support so the whole situation was ******** less.. ********.. scary and s**t. He needed Keith, to be blatant, and he needed to make sure the guy would be cool with doing what he had to do for this to go smoothly. He heavily doubted it would happen, to be perfectly serious about it, but.. ********, he had to try. Keith wasn't the manliest of guys – he may be willing! Maybe he loved Conor enough he would do it! Yeah! Plus, Keith was practically Conor's b***h anyway, so it wasn't like it was impossible or.. really that ******** out of the ordinary..

..Ah, ********, this wasn't going to be pretty. He sucked in some cold, night air and let out an irritated sigh. Stalling wasn't making this go any better. He turned and opened the usually unlocked door – the kids were pretty good guard dogs and, really, who the ******** would want to mess with them? So, there was never a point to locking the doors. Outside of keeping Alanis and Lucas out of their s**t, but, eh, Conor had grown pretty indifferent on the two. That kinda happened after forced awkward dinners and living right next to someone for over ten years. In any case, even if they did lock the door, it was after hours. Keith would probably be home – it wasn't like they had anywhere to hang out at – and, once again, neither cared enough to lock the door after them. He did waste time closing the door at least, if only because it was ******** cold outside. He stopped at the doorway and looked around warily, “Keith? Dude, you ******** here?” He probably could have called louder, but, really, risk the tension in his tone being heard by more than the occupants? Conor wasn't going to give the neighbors any more reason to listen in on them more than they already did.

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Posted: Fri Dec 09, 2011 7:26 pm

Keith had spent that whole day doing something wonderful. Something that should be praised for! In fact, someone should pay him for doing that wonderful thing! What was he doing all day? He was watching TV. Yes, that's what he had been doing and he had been doing it like a Champ. Quentin was at the library studying like he should be if he wanted to have a good job that would give him enough money to spend on Keith once Keith was an old man, John had probably got himself lost in the backyard and Eet...well, he had no idea, so it was alright. The point was, the house was all to him that day and he loved it. On TV was a marathon of Tarentino's movie, which really was just the cherry on the top of the sunday. Of course, Conor had to come in in the middle of the fight between The Bride and Copperhead. Keith left out a small grunt as he got up to see what his Husband boyfiend fiance wanted. At least it wasn't the fight between Go-Go. he would have been as pissed as Conor would have been if Keith had to bring him away from John Wayne killing some Siou.

"Yes, yes, ********, I'm here. What's up?", he called after Conor the moment he got out of the Living room. It didn't take much for Keith to know that something was wrong. No one on the whole goddamn island knew Conor like he knew him and everything about the man screamned "WARNING" in big red neon letters. "What's wrong? Did Riley made you cry again?" He wasn't really suppose to talk about that again, but they were alone in the room and that was the only thing that came to his mind that was close enough to what Conor was giving. Well, him wanting to say he was leaving Keith for Blaire would be something like that, but no way in hell would his fiance do that. He wasn't that stupid.

Posted: Mon Dec 19, 2011 3:26 am

“No.” Conor deadpanned before any other thought could be conjured up in his head. It was the best thing he could say right then and, perhaps, his mouth knew that better than his head did, hence why it spoke up before he realized he had done it. Riley and Conor's.. small.. issue wasn't something he liked to think of or even recognize as ever ******** happening. So, really, once it was re-processed in his head as a real event someone remembered, several ideas of how to respond to it came into mind. None of which were pleasant ones, but, thankfully, his 'no' had already ended that potential part of their conversation before he could get into a fight before he.. got into a fight. ********, he hated how much of a downer he was getting to be – this wasn't going to be bad. Just.. hard. It would work out. <********, yeah, it would – the cowboys were with him. And cowboys were the godliest things there ******** ever was; he was visited by them more than enough ******** times in his teenage years to know that. He looked at Keith for a second more in silence, clearing his throat and stopping himself from swallowing nervously or any of that bullshit that Conor didn't ******** do. “Uh – ********, so, yeah, uh, we need to.. ******** talk and s**t. In the kitchen.” Where he could get a counter in between them. He headed right towards that part of the living room, sitting himself down on one of the stools as he waited for Keith to follow, “So, uh – I met someone. At the bar. You know, the ********.. Grindhouse? Uh. Windmill? I don't ******** know; don't matter. s**t's worth nothing since you left.” He set a hand on the counter and idly eyed it for any dirt that John forgot to pick up.

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Posted: Tue Dec 20, 2011 11:43 pm

At Conor’s small outburst, Keith took a step back, more by surprise, like a balloon exploding, than anything and narrowed his eyes at his boyfriend. He didn’t understand what was up with him and Conor saying that they had to…talk? That had never happened before. Ever. Keith really couldn’t remember a moment that Conor had said they wanted to talk. He knew that it wasn’t Conor trying to leave him. That was impossible. If they were to ever break up, they would either do it in the middle of a fight of Keith would be the one walking out. As big of a mouth Conor was, Keith knew that his boyfriend wasn’t that stupid. Conor knew that Keith would track him down and murder him in his sleep. Perhaps Conor wanted to move somewhere else? Well, Keith had started to enjoy his life on the island, but if Conor wanted to do something like that, it could always be a possibility and worth talking about. With that in mind, he followed the other male to the kitchen, where many very sharps knives where and walked around the counted to be in front of the blonde. ”Sooo…. What’s up?”, he asked, trying to get the other one to talk.

Once he finally got to it, however, Keith started to smile and even chuckle a bit. That was all there was to worry about? Conor had met someone? Oh, Keith~ Why you worry so much? Thinking for a moment that his boyfriend wanted to leave their place to go who knew where, when all he did was finding some hot guy he wanted to ********. Nothing to worry about there. ”Sure.”, he cut Conor in mid-speech. There was no need to talk anymore about it. ”How hot is he? Whenever you want too, dude – Ah! Just not Tuesday night. I have to work late and I need the money. All those scallops you eat aren’t cheap, you know” And god knew they ate a ******** lot of them ever since Conor had discover what a ceviche was.

Posted: Thu Dec 22, 2011 10:02 pm

Slouching in his seat and looking anywhere but Keith, Conor found he had been cut off before he could finish. If it had been anyone else, he probably would have snapped and given the guy a look of pure disbelief at the idea that someone wanted to ******** stop whatever Conor had to say. But, this was Keith. And Conor was completely whipped, whether he liked it or not. So, he didn't make any motion against it, allowing Keith to finish his own assumptions on the situation and focusing on how ******** awesome scallops sounded right then. Had he eaten yet? Probably, but he always had an area in his stomach reserved just for anything yanked from the ocean~ He should go fishing with Keith sometime. ..Or Tate. Oh, he bet Tate was a ******** awesome fisherman and, even if he wasn't, ********, time alone on a boat with Tate sounded cool anyway. “Uh.” Conor spoke up as he reminded himself why he was there in the first place and noted that Keith had left him a chance to talk.

“Dude, he's <******** hot, but, uh, can't.” He had to assure Keith of that much, at least – there was no way Conor would waste his time on anyone who wasn't hot. Though, what he said was pretty confusing – even to Conor himself, so he continued on to try to explain. “He's, uh, too.. ******** – uh.” ..********, was everything hard or what? He made a face, knowing if he didn't say it now he'd end up stuttering over himself like a moron for ******** ever. “He's too awesome, dude. He's <********> awesome. So, we can't, 'kay?” He looked at Keith to try to further emphasize how serious he was on it. He didn't get it, but he knew he couldn't and wouldn't – and neither could Keith. If Keith and Tate ended up ******** or some s**t like that, the guy wouldn't hesitate to leave him and Conor wouldn't blame him. “But, we're gonna hang out with him, 'kay? It'll be ******** cool, dude, he's.. ********, dude, you gotta meet him. He's really ******** awesome.” Ah, this was actually easier than he thought! ********, if he could get Keith to understand how awesome Tate was, then Keith would be all up for doing whatever it took to get to the guy! Conor grinned at the thought – oh, he was completely confident now.

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Posted: Sat Dec 24, 2011 12:05 am

Keith knew Conor for being a confusing man, teen, boy, but, after knowing him for over 20 years, he had came to think that he knew the other male pretty well, however, right now, Conor didn’t make any sense whatsoever. Whomever Conor had met was ‘really ******** hot’ but, they couldn’t ******** him? What kind of logic was that? Well, Conor never had been one to have best logic, still, usually, Keith would have been able to make some sense out if it, but not today. Instead, he kept listening as Conor went on, nodding every so often, even thought he didn’t quite understand what was happening. Conor had met someone, and wanted to hang out with him, but without sleeping with him… that could only mean that either that other male was straight…. Which really had never stopped Conor before, or Conor was – Oh! Ohhhhhhhhh! Now Keith understood!

I seeeeee…..You got a man crush! Conor wants to go on a play date!”, he teased his friend with a rather large grin on his face. He should have remembered that Conor had never really… socialised growing up. It made sense that he was that flustered when he met someone that he wanted to be friend with. Even Riley was more like Conor hanging out with another Conor than anything else. This was probably the first time that the blonde had someone he just wanted to be friends with even since he had met Keith when they were eight. ”But, sure, dude. If you say he’s that awesome, I believe you. If you want to hang out, we’ll hang out.”, he finally said with a slight shrug once he was done snickering at the other’s behaviour. ”Was that all or do I need to know something about him as to why he’s so awesome?”

Posted: Thu Dec 29, 2011 3:24 am

Conor tried not to roll his eyes at Keith, finding this situation still kinda delicate – to where he had to make ******** sure that Keith wasn't going to downplay the awesome of Tate because Conor wasn't being serious. He held himself steady as he was teased, not liking it all that much even if it came from Keith. Him and Tate weren't some ******** 'man crush' – that made his feelings sound gay and Conor wasn't in that category. A playdate was even worse, but, ********, if Keith stayed happy, he could say whatever he wanted! So, he kept his cool, waited until he had a chance to speak again, and tried his damned best to hold onto that constantly shifting confidence. This was going to ******** work. “No, s'not all of it – he's really ******** awesome, Keith. You believe it, yeah? You know I know what I'm talking about?” He just had to double check before he went on, but whatever answer Keith could give wouldn't assure him enough of it in any case.

So, he pressed on to try to explain it to him, “Dude, he's tall and talks like.. ********, dude, he talks like..” He paused, but the only way he could describe it without severe overuse of the word 'awesome' was through, well, “'Got'a bit more 'en you but I worked on a farm most'a my life.'” Impression! He even patted his bicep during it, trying to mimic the quote as best as he could – which wasn't too bad. He had been practicing that accent since he was a little kid! “See? Dude, it's cool and he's gonna work out with me and s**t and.. and, ********, dude, I bet he can shoot s**t and.. ********, it's cool. You get it? I'd wear a dress if it meant hanging out with him – that's how ******** cool he is.” He paused long enough to let that statement sink in, actually being pretty serious there. However much he would hate it, if it meant hanging around Tate more, he would go ahead. He had already made that oath years ago to John Wayne, after all – it wasn't too ******** hard to do it again. “..And you would too, yeah?” He stared at Keith after saying that, holding his breath as he waited for a response. It wasn't direct, no, but, somehow, Conor knew the best way to do this wasn't to be direct. At all. Ever, if possible.

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Posted: Tue Jan 10, 2012 4:34 am

It didn’t take long for Keith to understand that something was wrong. Conor was talking. That never was good. Not because he would have some crazy idea or because he would be hiding something or anything like that. No, this was worst. Once Conor started talking all excited like that, there was no way to have him shut up! In that regard, he was like three years old who had seen something for the first time and just couldn’t stop yapping about it. Keith had to do the one thing he knew could shut his boyfriend up: kiss him. Everything was much better with Conor talking less about Tate. It was all cute that his boyfriend had a little man crush on someone, but last time he checked, they were dating, him and Conor, not Conor and Tate. After indulging in the silence for a short moment, he broke up his kiss from Conor and stepped down from the island, which he had to climb on top in order to reach Conor. ”Dude, I don’t think there’s a single reason in the world that would have me wear a dress, no mater how cool that guy is or how horny you.”, he laughed. The image of Conor in a dress was smile-worthy.

Posted: Wed Jan 11, 2012 10:02 pm

..Conor was going to have to be direct. He realized that as soon as Keith pulled back from that quick, random, but entirely welcome kiss and heard what he had to say. It didn't look good at all, really, but since when had Conor ever properly been deterred by low odds for success? As if he even looked at the ******** odds! He just knew Keith didn't get it and he would have to be clearer or else this would go nowhere. He took in a very deep breath, let it out with a puff, and crossed his arms sternly. If trying to lead Keith in the right direction wasn't working, then he would just have to show once again how in command he was – put his foot down! Be the man! Conor was in charge – like.. like how ******** Tate must be in charge of his wife! How could he face Tate if he couldn't prove his manhood by getting Keith to do what he wanted?

He would be laughed at and never be respected! He squared his shoulders and straightened his back as he said firmly as Keith stepped down from the island, “Dude, you're gonna have to.” He paused – that.. really wasn't so hard to say. ********, he felt good commanding Keith like that~! He smirked cockily as he went on, “You'll look hot in a dress and I want Tate to see my hot wife, so, ********, do it.” He really should have said it sooner! Keith was pretty cool, but it had always been up to Conor to make him understand really cool s**t – like burning s**t down! He had almost forgotten that without him in command like it had always been, they would never do anything awesome outside! It was only natural that he put his foot down like this and, as it should always be, Keith would later thank him for it.

[Ending This Day/RP; we both know what happens~ Conor gets punched and the end. =D ]

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