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 Posted: Sat Oct 01, 2016 6:01 pm
stranger things Everything was going fine until your partners character went and refused to do their homework.
This was how they ended up at some dead-end, garishly lit Walmart knock-off at 2:44 AM in the morning: Chris didn't do his homework.
Well. That was being a bit metaphorical.
Chris had slept through the three alarms (and so had Thorne) that they'd slept, and then they'd argued for a solid hour on whether or not raisins belonged in bread pudding before Thorne had fallen over a paint bucket and spilled it all over them both which sent them into a frenzy trying to clean both themselves and the floor.
Which meant that no one had made it to the store to get new soil, or plant food, or that one pot they needed because one of the plants was starting to complain. But now they were both wide awake, and it was somehow 2:44 AM (going on 2:45 AM) and they were standing like lunatics in the store, debating the difference between the really nice red pot and the really, really nice green pot.
Even without the paint splatters still on his cheek and fingers, Thorne would have still have pulled in attention like a blackhole.
"I think," he was saying, doggedly, "we should choose a damn pot, fill it with those stupid premade halloween cookies that look like pumpkins and eat them all."( total wordcount: 2158 (216/318/443/812/369) )
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Posted: Sat Oct 01, 2016 9:20 pm
In Chris' total defense, Thorne should have totally woke up during all the alarms or at the least, set the alarms on his own phone as well. Chris didn't know why he had to set all of them, much less take all the blame when Thorne was just as much of a culprit as well.
In fact, Thorne was pretty close to the reason of why Chris hadn't been to the store to get anything, seeing how the argument of raisins belonging in bread pudding started because Thorne decided to bake and of course, he had to be on the wrong side of the argument as usual. Why Chris even bothered sometimes, he didn't know.
But karma had come in the form of Thorne tripping over a paint bucket, making that totally his fault, so Chris couldn't be too bitter as they stood there in the knockoff, arguing about pots and the stupid cookies. At least the time was something Chris was familiar with, which was the only thing really, since everything else was really, really ******** weird.
"Ok, you have a valid point, but we have to pick a pot color first," Chris hissed, also with paint on his hands and face, as he leaned against the cart holding the soil and plant food. Those had been the easy things to pick out. "Also the cat ones are objectively better, or at least the ******** soft sugar cookies with the really nice icing. Like if I'm going to do terrible premade cookies I want the good s**t."
[wc: 259]
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Posted: Sat Oct 01, 2016 9:37 pm
Unfortunately for Shun, his reasoning for being out at the store in the middle of the night weren't quite so grand. Simply put it, he couldn't sleep. Again. It was a persisting issue these days. How he had any energy to carry out his days was a pretty good question. But this night, he didn't hit the gym. No, instead he went out to try and pick up a few things. There wasn't anything he really needed all that immediately, but it gave him something to do. He had been lying awake in bed for the past couple of hours, unable to drift off. He ambled through the aisles, idly looking over various goods that were stocked high on the shelves. Given the time of day, the store was pretty dead. But oddly enough, it wasn't all that silent. There was a pair of bickering men somewhere around. Their voices were... familiar. With a small basket of various things in hand, he wandered closer to the source, not making any noise as he approached. Lo and behold... it was Chris and Thorne. For a moment, he just stood there, staring at the two. "Is it not a little late to be having a lovers spat?" he deadpanned. He probably looked like s**t right now. His eyes looked tired. He hadn't bothered tying his hair back up, or even brushing it. And his clothes were a bit sloppy too, as he pretty much just threw some things on for the sake of going to the store in the middle of the night. But he didn't care. It was almost 3am. There was no one he was trying to impress or anything like that. 283
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Posted: Sat Oct 01, 2016 9:57 pm
"Why don't you pick the pot color then?" Thorne said, his mind obviously on the cookies already. "We spilled enough paint at the warehouse that we could just roll it in that if we got angry at the color - or we could just buy a plain one and I'll paint it myself. Maybe I'll even let Heddy paint it."
He huffed, animal, at the mention of cookies though, and turned his eyes on Chris, arms at his hips. In a faded, light jacket and a tanktop that showed more skin than it hid, he looked positively grunge-like. If someone deposited him in some underground bar, he wouldn't look at all out of place.
"But pumpkins," Thorne retorted, sounding adamant, "are required. It's October First, Chris. We haven't even bought a real one, we'd at least get into the mood with cookies or what's the point of it even being Halloween? If we get the cat ones, the actual cats might get jealous anyways."
Clearly, Thorne was the type of person who though Halloween was in fact the entire month of October, and not just the 31st itself.
He paused when he heard Shun and turned to the other man, a wry grin working its way to his face. He crossed his arms and turned positively devious, wicked and unbound from the conformity of politeness by the hour.
"If my lover had any concept at all of what constituted good bedside behavior," he drawled, "maybe we wouldn't be having this predicament."
And then suddenly he said, "I've decided that since Shun is here, I'll be using him as my defense attorney in this matter. Shun - "
He paused.
"First of all, tell this heathen that nuts belong in banana bread. And second of all, cats, pumpkin, icing, or all three?" He glanced over at Chris, eyes dancing with wicked mirth. "Or should I just eat him instead?"
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Posted: Sat Oct 01, 2016 10:09 pm
Chris sighed, knowing damn good and well that the pot was a lost battle. Thorne was about those cookies (and he was a baker, damn it, couldn't he just make his own?) and Chris was going to be stuck with the pot. If he hadn't come with Thorne in fact, he probably would have had this done already. The perils of living with someone like this.
"We're getting the plain one then, so that way when we wake up tomorrow you don't get to complain about the color after it's already picked," Chris said, positively annoyed as he grabbed the plain pot and dropped it into the cart.
"I know it's October, but I'm just saying, if we have to have that shitty colored sugar everywhere I want it to be a worthwhile cause," Chris debated back, eyes narrowed, "We can buy a real pumpkin if that's what you want, hell, I'll roast the seeds. You can make a pie. Just, I want a worthwhile cause when it comes to the cookies. Also when are the actual cats not ever jealous when they aren't wrapped up with each other? Knowing them, they won't even notice at all."
Chris too, was involved of the group that thought Halloween was the entire month of October. They truly were a pair when they weren't fighting over stupid things at 2 am.
"Oh shut up," Chris hissed at Thorne, clearly pissed at being thrown under the bus. "If you had set alarms too, maybe we wouldn't have this problem. Why am I the one in trouble here?"
Chris raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing along his lips. "If you're taking Shun, I'm taking Jer then. No take-backsies either."
Jer would totally ******** win in any case anyways. Chris wasn't the one who got in trouble for sneaking Alg baked goods, he was definitely on Jer's good side.
"First of all nuts do NOT belong in banana bread, pick the good side, second of all don't give in to his cookie ways when he can bake them on his own," Chris said, glaring at Thorne, very pointedly ignoring that last comment.
[wc: 353]
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Posted: Sat Oct 01, 2016 10:20 pm
Shun just stood there, watching them go back and forth at one another. It was like watching a verbal ping pong match going on here. This was over some of the most mundane s**t too, from what he could tell. Then again, this was also the pair who ended up getting noise complaints over them fighting about banana bread of all things. Was this normal for couples? He was going to stay single as long as he could if that was the case. This seemed like a major headache. How did they ever get anything done? The worn down detective was about to turn and slink away while they were still bickering about pots, pumpkins, and cookies, but then Thorne pulled him right into the middle of this fire. He paused, furrowing his brow. He had started to open his mouth, but Chris had gone and claimed Jeremiah to be his backer. He shifted a little uncomfortably at the mention of the man. Thorne should have claimed Mercer first. But instead, he picked the failure. "I am not touching that banana bread question. I never thought such a thing would be a loaded question, but in the case of you two... it is. Apparently. Second of all... I have no idea what the ******** you are talking about with the cookies."He gave Thorne a tired look. "I would rather not have to arrest you for cannibalizing your boyfriend."522
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Posted: Sun Oct 02, 2016 12:30 am
Chris might have made a good point but Thorne was still ready to fight. It was 3AM and they had nothing better to do than bicker about pots and cookies and stupid things, and damn it, he was going to win at least one of them.
"I wouldn't complain," Thorne retorted, sounding hurt, even though he would definitely complain. "But I will paint it. I promise I won't spill anything this time, or get it in your hair." There was a wild, wicked grin on his face, because he'd certainly come at Chris once with paint covered hands, and smudged his face with blues and browns and blacks, laughing the entire time.
"Alright fine, we'll get the shitty quality cookies if it makes you happy, but when someone asks why we don't have pumpkin cookies, I'm damn well telling them why." He grinned at Chris. "You mean we're buying at least three. Jack-o-lanterns are a thing, Chris. Where were you raised, under a rock? And I'll make the pies and if you're adamant I'll also make you quality cookies as well. But for tonight I need the shitty ones. The quality shitty ones, I guess."
He paused, and added doggedly, "And anyways, you're the one who launched my phone across the room yesterday and into the abyss of plants that we own. I wasn't going to go searching for it when you were so comfortably situated on my chest like some insensitive a*****e." He still, actually, didn't know where his phone was, but that was for another time. "And overrruled. Jeremiah's not here to defend your honor this time."
He turned and claimed Shun by sidestepping behind him and tucking his head on top of the detectives.
"The point of buying shitty cookies isn't to cook them, it's to eat the dough at 3AM and laugh at the label that says not to because of salmonella," Thorne said flippantly, "my lawyer would agree with that if he knew anything about cookies."
And then he pulled away from Shun and grinned at the other, his lazy, devious smile something wicked. Something that was reserved for 3AM grocery trips when the world wasn't even really there anymore.
"Different type of eating," he drawled wickedly, and added, "Anyways, I'd never be that cruel to Chris. Who else would I have to argue so loudly with me that the cops end up on our doorstep?"
Somehow, and probably because it actually was 3AM in the morning, the boyfriend comment sailed straight over Thorne's head and into the abyss.
"Anyways, what are you here for, detective?" Thorne added. "Since apparently you haven't come for the quality shitty cookies."
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Posted: Sun Oct 02, 2016 2:04 pm
If Thorne was hellbent on winning one thing, then Chris was damn sure he was going to win the other. They were going to have an even fight damn it and Chris was stubborn enough to make sure that it came true.
Even if it meant fighting about pots and shitty cookies at almost 3AM.
"Yes you would, don't even try that," Chris replied back easily, knowing better. Thorne might make a damn good try, but Chris was immune to it by now. Thorne would have to suddenly produce baked goods in order to get anything out of Chris. "Please don't, I don't feel like cleaning up the warehouse, the cats, or us again." He smiled anyways though, fond and slightly exasperated. As annoying as it was that Thorne liked to chase after Chris with paint coated hands, he still had laughed himself when his face had been covered in the paint, the couch overturned in his attempts to escape.
"They aren't going to ask because you're going to eat them all," He said, although he knew that he was going to eat some too. It was the rule of cookies. "You know this is like the fortieth time you've asked if I've been raised under a rock, I'm almost starting to believe Jejudo is one with all your outrage. Admittedly though, didn't really do Halloween since I moved back to Korea when I was seven and I don't really remember much before that. By the time we came back I was fifteen." It was probably why Chris was such a fanatic now - he wanted to make up for lost time. "I will buy you three pumpkins though and you will make me good pies and good cookies and fine, I won't even complain about the stupid cookies."
It was a weird thing to make a compromise of but Chris was doing it because damn it, he wanted pumpkin pie. Thorne made good deals.
"You could've looked for it earlier today" Chris grumbled, face flushing slightly, obviously embarrassed. That was totally his fault but Thorne was an adult who could find his own phone damn it, especially since Chris hadn't stayed there and slept on him the entire time. "Rude, all I have to do is call him and since I'm the only one with a phone here you won't even be able to interfere."
Chris rolled his eyes and leaned against the cart, used to Thorne's antics.
"We eat your cookie dough anyways, don't pretend like you don't offer me a spoonful of the stuff when you make it," Chris bit back, no real heat in his voice. "I already agreed though, you don't have to make it sound like you lost."
There was an eye roll there, his cheeks tinting a little still. "Be quiet, you don't have to air that in public," He admonished, "I don't need everyone to know that we have cops on our doorsteps from arguments, it makes it sound like we have domestic violence and everyone will think it's my fault because I'm the taller one when I'm clearly the innocent party here." The boyfriend comment also sailed long over Chris' head, neither of them paying attention. Clearly, they were made for each other.
"Quality shitty is an oxymoron," Chris input dryly, adding nothing to the question. He was just as curious.
[wc: 558]
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Posted: Sun Oct 02, 2016 2:19 pm
When Thorne moved around behind him, Shun found himself literally caught between these two now. He glanced over his shoulder, furrowing his brow as the listened to them continue to argue about pumpkins and pots. At least it sounded like they were coming to something like a compromise. Maybe. That was a very big maybe. He felt like at any moment, things could spiral back out of control. "How about we not call Mercer when it is 3am. I do not think he would appreciate being summoned for... this," he suggested. Not only that, but he really didn't want to see his superior right now. It was too ******** late at night to be dealing with him. The detective stepped to the side so that he could look at the two of them more easily. He didn't think Chris had a whole lot to worry about with Thorne blabbing the fact that their argument sometimes summoned cops to their doorstep. There probably weren't any other customers here. And if there were... well they probably would have heard the entire argument, considering how dead this place was right now. "Just some late night errands. Would have taken care of it in the morning, but I could not sleep anyway. I figured I might as well deal with it now rather than later."It wasn't false. "Were you two having difficulty as well or is there another reason for this excursion?"Maybe they spent too long bickering at home, or something. 772
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Posted: Sun Oct 02, 2016 9:56 pm
Thorne was going to try that.
Thorne rumbled at Chris, a noise that might have been mistaken by others as aggression, but was really just defeat in a secondary form. Still, he couldn't help grinning at the other, the sort of s**t-eating grin that he got into around this time of night when they were still up and restless and lazing around in Coalsmoke like cats without a bird to chase.
"What?" Thorne said, "It would have gone far faster if you'd just gotten in the shower with me. I offered, you know." After all, the sink had been too small for them to wash the paint off, really. "I'll make sure that when I paint our new god-forsaken pot, it won't be with the collateral damage of the warehouse and your body as well, as much as I'd like to see you as a new sort of canvas."
For a split second, he helplessly thought of the night at the bar. Everything he had told Chris he'd wanted to do. His cheeks flushed, and he shoved it back down, even as his ears tinted and he had to turn his head to the side, staring down at the pot in question to avoid staring at Chris.
"I'm not that much of a heathen, I'll at least save one for the general populace," he retorted in a pseudo-haughty tone, though his grin stayed in its designated place. "And how many times have you called me a heathen yourself? And that's a crime in of itself. We'll make sure to celebrate Halloween properly this year. Costumes and candy and all. Maybe we can make Coalsmoke infamous before then, and actually get all those brave kids who think we're a haunted house." He glanced at Shun. "I'm sure you could help with that."
"Three to start," he added to Chris, "And I'll make you the best pumpkin pie you've ever had. I was forced to carve all of my friends pumpkins in college, I know a thing or two about what to do with the guts of it." He scoffed and butted his shoulder against Chris's. "How are you in any position to complain when you're going to be eating them too?"
A compromise possible reached, Thorne set his gaze on the other as the conversation turned. A snort fled his mouth and he cocked his head, crossing his arms and popping his hip to one side, the very image of aristocratic dignity and haughtiness. When he wanted, he could look a real a**, if only that smile on his face, warm and fond and infuriatingly in love, would just go away.
"I could have," he drawled, "But I would have rather waited until this opportune moment to blame you for it. And I could steal your phone easily. You're a giant noodle, all I'd have to do is throw you in the grocery cart and you're already out of the battle."
He feigned shock and surprise, hurt and something like, me? no! never.
"I would never," he says, affronted, "I only stick the spoon to the side. You're the thief that comes and takes it from me." He huffs. "I didn't exactly win, either," he points out, but doesn't mind the compromise, his lips pulled into a warm smile.
"Clearly," he intoned back, "when your knee has left a beautiful bruise on my back from the last time you pinned me down. You, innocent, is as plausible as Shun being here to buy the fairy princess castle they've set up in the middle of aisle five because it's 3AM and no one else is here."
He turned his looks to Shun now, the smile wild and familiar on his face.
"That might be a wise idea," he said, "I don't think even promising a good bottle of scotch would do us any good."
He paused and rumbled as Shun sidestepped, obviously displeased by his lawyer being unhelpful. Still, he merely crossed his arms, laughter splaying from his throat.
"Still sleepless?" he asked the other man, "You holding out alright?" It was a familiar, friendly concern, because he'd sparred with Shun enough at night to know the others habits. "Well, if you want shitty cookies, you can always follow us."
He paused and glanced at the blond at the question of their reasons, a hum in his throat that said, how do I say this out loud?
"Some of our pots got broken in the earthquake," he said, glancing back, "And someone didn't wake up to any of our alarms. And then we - had another war, which did not, thank you for asking, get any cops at our doorstep. It just got a lot of paint all over us."
He waved a hand, mild.
"Sleep is always difficult," he said softly. "But I guess that's only a byproduct of why we're here tonight."
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Posted: Mon Oct 03, 2016 9:14 pm
Chris gave something of a grimace in reply to Thorne - his win felt bitter, like he hadn't actually won anything, and the grin only proved it. He stared him down for a long minute, trying to resist the urge to grin back. He had to be the adult here, he had to be the mature one, he had to, he had to, he had to-
Oh, ******** it.
He sheepishly threw Thorne a grin back, which quickly melted into a blush. He wasn't prudish about talking about this, but certainly not in front of an stranger who Chris only knew on a slightly friendly relationship. "Oh my god Thorne we're in public," He hissed, face slowly turning a shade of bright red. "Just because I didn't get into the shower with you this one time doesn't mean you get to b***h about it in public." He frowned further, feeling like he wanted to sink into the ground. Wondered if Thorne was doing this on purpose.
"I should hope you would..n't.." Chris said, eyebrows furrowing together at the last part of Thorne's sentence. Chris as a canvas and his mind unhelpfully prompted him of something suddenly, of swallows and galaxies, of roses and hyacinths on his back. A far off echo, a heated night, something noisy and dark. "Mallow and rainflower," He repeated quietly, confused, not sure where it came from. Whatever Thorne was doing Chris paid no attention to it, because he had a horrible feeling of deja vu and didn't know where to place those thoughts to.
He shook if off quick enough, rested his attention back on Thorne. "Oh one for the entirety of Ashdown? You certainly are a generous creature my lord," He taunted, mouth pulled up into his own grin. "Only when it was deserved, which is nearly always considering you and your awful ways. I, however, can accept that as being one of your better plans. Although I think we already have given Coalsmoke that reputation, considering we got the cops called on us before." He deliberately left out that it had been more than once at this point. Some things were better left in the dark, especially in front of an officer who worked at said department that was being called on them.
"Three to start," He acquiesced, feeling like he was somehow losing much more than he had gotten with winning the pot argument. "I'm always in a position to complain my dear Thorne-in-my-side," Chris taunted, bumping a shoulder back. "But sure, sure. I trust you to not lead me astray in this wonderful month of Halloween."
Chris snorted, giving Thorne a fond but exasperated expression, like a husband who had spent many years as a married couple already. It was disgusting how much love these two were in when they didn't even realize it.
"I can still call from the grocery cart, thanks," He huffed, "But as per the only reasonable person's idea here, I won't call Jer, even though he would totally forgive me. Because I am partially the favorite and also Alg runs the house and I'm definitely the favorite there."
Chris adjusted his position on the cart, standing more so he could shake a finger in Thorne's direction without totally leaning on the cart and flipping it over (something he had done before many, many times.)
"Lies and slander on BOTH accounts, you do that spoon just for me and the bruise is still not there, I would know, I saw when you were in the shower today," He said, mock outrage in his voice. He turned back to Shun, clearly done with Thorne.
"Ah, I understand," Chris said, eyeing Shun as well with some concern. "I hope it isn't something becoming common for you, I wouldn't wish it on anyone else."
He met Thorne's gaze with his own, deciding to let Thorne take the lead on this one.
"Stores are better late at night anyways, no one around to judge us as we argue over pots and cookies. Sleep will come to us eventually as well. We figure it out."
[wc: 681]
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Posted: Mon Oct 03, 2016 9:53 pm
Shun gave a sort of flat look at the two when the topic of showering together and other things came up. That was a little too much information for him. He didn't comment on it, though, letting them work that out as they were doing so with the other micro-arguments going on. It had him wondering if they were always like this, bickering about all the small things. They sounded like an old married couple, now that he thought about it. Yeah, he was in absolutely no rush to find a significant other. He was fairly certain that he lacked a heart anyway. It would have certainly explained a number of his issues. "Is there anything you two lovebirds agree on?" he asked flatly. So far, it seemed like the answer was mostly no. While there were compromises being made, the majority of things still seemed like they were disagreements. He let out a huff, then shook his head at them. Then again, maybe this was a side effect of having such a late night shopping run. It was as Chris said... they didn't really have anyone to judge them. Except him. Technically. Regarding the questions of if he was alright, he just let out a low grunt, running his hand through his messed up hair. "The nights are still sleepless, yes, and it has become somewhat of a recent habit. But I will live," he replied to them both. There was a touch of a hollow tone to his voice. He didn't elaborate any further, however. Instead, he just pictured these two brawling it out in a puddle of paint. He was glad he didn't get called in for that one. "I can follow, if you do not mind the extra company. I do not exactly need to be anywhere anytime too soon."1074
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Posted: Thu Oct 06, 2016 11:56 pm
Everything was going fine until Chris stared at him and uttered three words that made him lose balance where he was leaning against the shopping cart, gracelessly stumbling into Shun with a noise of distress. Mallow and Rainflowers, Chris had said, and Thorne tries not to let his heart be heard, but it's a cacophony rising in his chest that nearly drowns out the rest of what Chris has to say to him. He looks at Chris, but there is nothing on his face past vague confusion, some sort of attempt to grab something that isn't there.
Not here, not here, Thorne thinks desperately, because he is a thief, a criminal. Chris will hate him if he remembers, Chris will leave him if he remembers - Not here, don't, please.
But the moment passes, and Chris begins speaking about other things while Thorne flushes a heated red and tries to pretend like he'd only lost his balance due to being sleepy, being sleepless.
"That was a terrible pun and I'm going to kick you off the bed in the middle of your sleep for it," Thorne snipes back, but his grin is wry and fragile, a barely placed mask over his earlier folly. "Oh, but isn't that what I'm supposed to do, as one of the wicked things that come out for Halloween, creeping and crawling from under the bed?"
Thorne pauses and glances at Chris, smirk widening. "Were you admiring me with my back turned?" He asked deviously. "See something you liked?"
"We agree on plenty of things. Like how bony Chris's kneecaps are," Thorne retorted, smiling slightly at Shun. His eyes flicked over the detective, curious and concerned, and he shook out his own hair, giving a sleepy yawn.
"If you say so," Thorne responded, because he knew what it was like to go days and nights without sleep, "Let me know if you need anything though. I would rather you not go careening into the afterlife because you got insomnia."
He smiled lazily at the detective and nudged Chris.
"Cookies," he said, a simple demand and gave another yawn, padding in the direction of the shitty halloween cookies they would inevitably argue over all night long.
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Posted: Sat Oct 08, 2016 4:44 pm
"Mm, sure you are," Chris replied, voice lackadaisical but eyes questioning. He can see something brittle in Thorne's expression, something that has suddenly appeared and he wants to know the reason but this isn't the time. Maybe when they're home. "But you'll lose the person you cuddle and then what? And quit it, you're no more wicked than Mare is."
It was Chris' turn to flush bright red, completely avoiding Thorne's gaze. This was not the place to do this and when they got back to Coalsmoke, Chris was absolutely going to chew him out. Maybe even hide the cookies so that way Thorne would actually have to look for them before he could eat them (there was no way he could hide them where Thorne couldn't find them - that was a far off dream Chris could never in his life achieve). "Oh shut up, we're in public, this isn't the time!" He hissed at Thorne. There was a beat of silence but then he tacked on the edge, quietly so only Thorne could hear if he was paying attention, "Yes."
He rolled his eyes and was about to answer Shun's question but Thorne replied faster, leaving Chris to shoot him a glare before replying to the detective, "Ok, yes my knees, but plenty of things. I mean, we live together, if we were constantly fighting you would know. All this isn't anything, really."
Chris only gave the detective a concerned look before shrugging lightly. Thorne had said his views and Chris would do the same without question.
"Okay, okay," Chris laughed, pushing the cart in the direction. "Come on, I hope you don't regret following us. I doubt we'll stop fighting on."
blade kurdoa finished! <3 unless you want a final post
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Posted: Sat Oct 08, 2016 4:52 pm
Shun eyed the two and let out a sigh, "I will be fine. I just... need to work some things out is all."It was hard to say if he was trying to convince them or himself with that. Maybe both. He definitely did need to figure a few things out, but he wasn't completely certain how fine he would be in the near future. The weights seemed like they were getting heavier with time, rather than lighter. The talk with Mercer made certain of it. "It should not be regrettable, unless you two start getting cuddly or whatever in the middle of the cookie aisle."In which, he would be out of there in a heartbeat. With a shake of his head, he went on to follow them to see these shitty Halloween cookies. 1209
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