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dreamlikenewyork2017-04-04 10:57 pm
shadowdays) wrote in dreamlikenewyork2017-04-04 10:57 pm
"It's oh so quiet..."
Who: Asher Brennan and Amarlie-Rose Satori
What: Late night chats
Where: Casa de Campbell, Upper East Side
When: Monday night
Asher hadn't even realised he was near close to falling asleep until he woke up with his face smooshed against his book, one leg hanging off the bed, and one leg of his pyjama pants hiked up over his knee. He was pretty sure it was the cold knee that woke him. He wasn't a fan of being cold, and he felt it a lot. He was That One Friend who was always cold, and it was forever a source of amusement to Zen and Amarlie. When he woke, Zenith was asleep beside him, which surprised Asher, because they had a fight earlier about something stupid and insignificant. Asher didn't even realise he was being 'distant' until Zenith was accusing him of it, and then they started fighting... which led to Justin storming in and threatening them both in the most fabulously sassy gay bitch way for making too much noise while Sasha was sick with a migraine. They both felt guilty, and then proceeded to give each other the silent treatment. Zenith must have come to bed after Asher fell asleep. Maybe it was just teething problems living together, or...?
He got up carefully, and even though he tried to be quiet leaving the bed and exiting the room, he still banged his knee on the end of the bed, and started to cuss, but quickly slapped his hand over his mouth so he didn't wake Zen up. That would no doubt lead to another bitch fight. Zen hated being woken up. Unless, of course, there was a valid reason. If Asher had been ill or sad or anything like that, Zen would wake up for him to help him, no questions asked. His first stop was Amarlie's room, where he was going to sneak into bed with her and not-so-subtly 'accidentally' wake her up so they could chat. But Amarlie wasn't in bed, and Asher only then thought to check his watch and realised it wasn't as late as it seemed. The place was just really quiet, perhaps because Justin had threatened to make everyone eat their own innards on kebab sticks if they weren't quiet too?
He found Amarlie out in the living room watching Netflix and having a cup of tea. "Hey," he said softly, looking around. "Did Justin murder everyone for yelling? It's quiet. Um... can I talk to you about something?" he asked hesitantly and flopped onto the sofa beside her, wrapping his arm around her and cuddling up beside her.
What: Late night chats
Where: Casa de Campbell, Upper East Side
When: Monday night
Asher hadn't even realised he was near close to falling asleep until he woke up with his face smooshed against his book, one leg hanging off the bed, and one leg of his pyjama pants hiked up over his knee. He was pretty sure it was the cold knee that woke him. He wasn't a fan of being cold, and he felt it a lot. He was That One Friend who was always cold, and it was forever a source of amusement to Zen and Amarlie. When he woke, Zenith was asleep beside him, which surprised Asher, because they had a fight earlier about something stupid and insignificant. Asher didn't even realise he was being 'distant' until Zenith was accusing him of it, and then they started fighting... which led to Justin storming in and threatening them both in the most fabulously sassy gay bitch way for making too much noise while Sasha was sick with a migraine. They both felt guilty, and then proceeded to give each other the silent treatment. Zenith must have come to bed after Asher fell asleep. Maybe it was just teething problems living together, or...?
He got up carefully, and even though he tried to be quiet leaving the bed and exiting the room, he still banged his knee on the end of the bed, and started to cuss, but quickly slapped his hand over his mouth so he didn't wake Zen up. That would no doubt lead to another bitch fight. Zen hated being woken up. Unless, of course, there was a valid reason. If Asher had been ill or sad or anything like that, Zen would wake up for him to help him, no questions asked. His first stop was Amarlie's room, where he was going to sneak into bed with her and not-so-subtly 'accidentally' wake her up so they could chat. But Amarlie wasn't in bed, and Asher only then thought to check his watch and realised it wasn't as late as it seemed. The place was just really quiet, perhaps because Justin had threatened to make everyone eat their own innards on kebab sticks if they weren't quiet too?
He found Amarlie out in the living room watching Netflix and having a cup of tea. "Hey," he said softly, looking around. "Did Justin murder everyone for yelling? It's quiet. Um... can I talk to you about something?" he asked hesitantly and flopped onto the sofa beside her, wrapping his arm around her and cuddling up beside her.
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He waved his heads. "Fuck, fuck, fuck. No. Don't get Justin out here. Don't wake him up or he'll literally murder me with a pair of sparkling Converse for disrupting his Sash TLC. I'm pretty sure he could bitch me out mid-song like one of those scenes in a musical where they break out in song even at the most serious plot points." He sat there, pretty sure he was doing something akin to sulking because he didn't know how he was supposed to deal with all this. Things had been easy up to now, then his stupid heart had gone all MOVE! I'M GAY on his brain. "What if he gets mad because I changed the agreement? We've always just laughed about the thought of us dating. I used to think it was funny. Now it just feels terrifying because of the unknown."