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Post by Thorfinn Rowle on Dec 16, 2013 5:59:00 GMT
Thorfinn stood up sharply as the floor boards beside the chair he was hunkered down in creaked. Damn it. He stared across at Broderick awkwardly for a moment, then cleared his throat & snapped his book shut. Normally, he wasn't out in the open when he knew Broderick would be coming home. Normally, he would have heard him coming in the door. Normally, he wouldn't have been reading a brand new, incredibly engrossing book & not paying attention to the outside world.
Well, he was here, now.
The tall man sighed, fixing his eyes on his roommate, still standing there, & scratched the back of his neck. Nope, still not interested in having this conversation.
"I'm going to bed." he said gruffly, eyes narrowing coldly at Broderick as he went to slump past him & make for the hallway. |
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Post by Broderick Bode on Dec 16, 2013 22:25:37 GMT
Broderick frowned as he entered his living room only to be spoken to coldly and told his bestfriend who he hadn't spoken to in months basically rose to leave the room "is there something else I am supposed to do here?" he asked with a frown "I can not keep living with someone who is supposed to be one of my best mates but wont even handle being in the same room as me for a few seconds, I understand you are pissed but it comes to a point where you can either move on and get out of my house or try and understand the fact that I have been in love with the same girl for years which you KNEW when you went for her by the way but instead of staying pissed I accepted that she wanted you and dealt with it every damn day because having the both of you was a hell of a lot better then not even if you were together." He fell silent for a moment and glared then turned his back on the other man "goodnight." he replied bluntly and headed for his own room.
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Post by Thorfinn Rowle on Dec 17, 2013 18:54:31 GMT
Thorfinn stood his ground, setting his jaw angrily before heading to his room as well, slumping down onto his bed & groaning softly as he put his face between his hands. He thought about his conversation with Ashley, the way he'd been ignoring Broderick for so long, but then started to get himself worked up again. His. His girlfriend. He didn't want Charlotte back, but why his best friend? It was awkward enough her being friends with Broderick, having to time everything right to avoid her properly, but he'd never ask for that to change. Now he had to deal with a whole other level of it. He stood up angrily & slammed his open palm against his headboard, not wanting to damage any of the actual house. The heavy smacking noise echoed in the bedroom, & he brought his other hand up to rub tenderly at his now rather sore palm.
He let out a rather unmanly yelp of surprised pain, withdrawing his hand & raising his injured one a little to observe better. The center of his palm had started to swell a little, a bruise forming already. "Fuck." he mumbled softly, running his uninjured hand through his hair & heading out into the hallway, shouldering the bathroom door open & messily opening & closing drawers as he searched. |
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