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Post by Rhys Adler on May 20, 2010 2:45:03 GMT -5
Rhys looked up from his book and glared at both of them. He could nearly smell Blaise from outside the door this time of month; jackass ran through two or three of his stupid three-hundred-dollar plain-color t-shirts every damn day.
Well, if he wanted to watch a movie on his stupid TV he was perfectly fucking entitled. Rhys would keep reading; he had a hundred pages due next week.
He waved idly at Alex and kicked Blaise's bag off his bed onto the floor with a muffled clatter.
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Post by Blaise Park on May 20, 2010 3:12:12 GMT -5
"If you think you have the money to pay for any damage to my equipment, feel free to continue kicking it around like that," Blaise said dryly. "Or I could just make you restring the racket, though I might have more luck playing with a broken one."
Blaise dug his bathroom supplies out of his drawer. He didn't trust them to stay in the bathroom -- between the blond one and the freshman, he wasn't sure which would be worse. The blond one would probably use all his shampoo, and Kemekin... Well, he wasn't sure what Kemekin would do, but it probably wouldn't be anything good.
"I'm going to take a shower. Play nice while I'm gone." Blaise shot Rhys a mock threatening glare, then sauntered off to the bathroom, making sure to remove his shirt before closing the door.
Blaise had originally planned to try and hang out with Alex alone, but this was going to be much better.
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Post by Rhys Adler on May 20, 2010 3:21:04 GMT -5
"You think anyone gives a shit about your racket, you keep on puttin' it where I'm puttin' my feet." He laid his book down so he could smirk back at Blaise, just in time to catch a glimpse of naked chest. Rhys snarled and re-buried his head in the book. He had no idea why the son of a bitch kept stripping in front of him, unless it was some sort of fucking French thing, but it always made him want to punch something. Once again, he determined to get Blaise back for it someday.
Soon enough he heard the water running. Alex was sitting there in his peripheral vision, leaning against the backboard of Blaise's bed and generally being polite. He flicked his eyes over.
"So... what's a guy like you doing hanging out with him?"
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Post by Alex Meriweather on May 20, 2010 3:37:08 GMT -5
Alex looked over at Rhys; the boy was curled up half on his side and half on his back, with his head nearly hanging off the bed and a book nestled somewhere between head and knees. It really didn't look comfortable. His features were a mix of underlying stress and... friendliness? Huh.
"I think he's interesting." Alex smiled. "What do you mean, a guy like me? Does he not usually hang out with nerds?"
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Post by Rhys Adler on May 20, 2010 17:13:05 GMT -5
"I dunno," Rhys half-grumbled, not looking directly at Alex or his book. "You don't seem like an arrogant dick. Am I wrong?"
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Post by Alex Meriweather on May 20, 2010 17:18:12 GMT -5
"Ahh," Alex replied. "That."
He kicked his sandals off and pulled his legs up on the bed, knees to his chest. "I try not to be. You... do know he antagonizes you because it gets a reaction, right? Not to pry, but it's obvious he likes you."
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Post by Rhys Adler on May 20, 2010 17:28:00 GMT -5
Rhys lay there for a moment, then rolled over onto his back, sat up, and stared at Alex over his shoulder.
"What the hell did you say?" He knew Blaise liked getting a rise out of him, but the rest of it sounded like bullshit. Even if it wasn't, he wasn't sure he wanted to know in what sort of creepy pervert way the shirt-stripping French-accent fucking-
Rhys grabbed his book, got up off the bed, and for lack of anything else to do, punched the wall as hard as he could. Immediately, he dropped to his knees, a shout half-strangled in his throat.
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Post by Alex Meriweather on May 20, 2010 17:59:12 GMT -5
It took Alex a bit to process what was happening, but the moment he did, he leapt up from the bed and dashed over to Rhys. The boy waved him away with one hand, but Alex could see his left hand was bloody. He crouched a foot or two away.
"Do- do I need to get the nurse?" he said, half in sympathy and half in incredulity. "What..."
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Post by Rhys Adler on May 20, 2010 18:13:27 GMT -5
Rhys shook his head violently, trying not to bleed on anything. He could feel the bones in his hand in several more pieces than they had been a few minutes ago, and he'd busted the skin of his knuckles pretty badly. It hurt like a son of a bitch, but making a scene out of this in front of Blaise would be worse, and he could already feel the sickly-sweet feeling building up in his arm.
"Fuck," he exclaimed, "that was... stupid, fuck! I'll be fine!" he seethed as Alex began to stand up to go find help anyway. After a breath, he continued. "I'm a lycanthrope. It heals. Get some- please- get some clean water- not soap, no washcloth, just water so I can clean this up."
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Post by Alex Meriweather on May 20, 2010 18:20:16 GMT -5
Alex looked over the scene and nodded absently. "Uhm..." Damn; the cafeteria was in an entirely different building, and all the bathrooms in the dorms were private. He wished he'd taken elemental magic this quarter, but Rhys needed help quickly.
Alex dashed into the bathroom to grab some water, trying not to look at anything unfortunate.
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Post by Blaise Park on May 20, 2010 18:55:57 GMT -5
Blaise had just managed to rinse the shampoo out of his hair when he heard the sharp crack of something against the stone wall outside the bathroom. He cursed in French under his breath, switching off the water and shaking off slightly.
Blaise reached for his towel on the counter, and had barely managed to start drying his hair before Alex burst into the bathroom.
Blaise blinked at Alex, his towel draped around his neck. There were a dozen different questions he could have asked, like what on earth Alex was doing or what happened out there or if Rhys was hurt because he had no doubt it had something to do with him.
Instead, Blaise cracked a grin. "Come to give me a hand?"
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Post by Alex Meriweather on May 20, 2010 19:07:11 GMT -5
Alex blinked once at Blaise, grabbed a convenient plastic Return of the King movie cup sitting on the sink, filled it with water, and dashed back out, shutting the door behind him. He quickly sat the cup on the desk beside Rhys and immediately ran out into the hallway.
About five steps down the hall, he slid down the wall into the floor.
"Oh my god," he whispered, face beet red. There was no way he could look at Blaise again without seeing that image. Once again, he cursed the lack of non-private bathrooms in the dorms and tried to think about very cold things for a while.
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Post by Blaise Park on May 20, 2010 19:46:18 GMT -5
Blaise sighed and quickly finished toweling himself off, then pulled on his jeans -- completely neglecting his shirt -- and kicked open the door. He pushed past Rhys and out the door, finding Alex just outside the door.
"Hey, sorry about that," he said. He smiled sheepishly and ran a hand through his hair, looking for all the world like something out of an Abercrombie and Fitch advertisement. "You okay?"
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Post by Alex Meriweather on May 20, 2010 20:10:32 GMT -5
Alex looked up at him with a sheepish grin. "Okay? Ah-" Oh god. "Yes! Yes, ah, I'm fine."
He swore violently in his head. "Sorry, just a little shocked. We can watch the movie or something whenever you like."
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Post by Blaise Park on May 20, 2010 20:33:55 GMT -5
"Why don't you come back inside? Rhys is freaking out and bleeding all over the floor--what the hell even happened to him, anyway?" Blaise raised an eyebrow.
"Though I've gotta say, running in terror isn't usually the reaction I get when people see me naked."
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Post by Alex Meriweather on May 20, 2010 20:55:40 GMT -5
Alex slapped Blaise's leg. "That was not terror, you incorrigible pervert."
He stood up awkwardly, still grinning a little and still blushing, though not nearly the unhealthy-looking nearly-purple shade of red he'd gotten before. "And Rhys, I think, is fine. All right. Heh."
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Post by Blaise Park on May 20, 2010 21:44:04 GMT -5
Blaise grinned and stretched his arms above his head. "We'd better get inside and see whether or not Rhys is okay." He glanced sidelong at Alex. "What exactly did you say to him, anyway?"
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Post by Alex Meriweather on May 20, 2010 22:03:24 GMT -5
"I didn't say anything," Alex shrugged. "At least nothing that made me expect that reaction."
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Post by Blaise Park on May 20, 2010 22:31:20 GMT -5
Blaise smirked and shrugged. "Who knows, with him."
He slipped back into his dorm room, then pulled on a t-shirt from his dresser before he sent Alex or his roommate into cardiac arrest. He still wanted to watch the movie, after all.
Once he was completely dressed, he looked over at his roommate, raising an eyebrow. "What the hell did you do to your hand?"
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Post by Rhys Adler on May 20, 2010 22:43:13 GMT -5
Rhys was once again laying on the bed, normally this time, reading his book. He waved his left hand at Blaise, now completely normal-looking. The blood had been cleaned and the cup was gone.
"No idea whatcher talking about."
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Post by Blaise Park on May 20, 2010 22:53:02 GMT -5
"And I guess the blood just appeared on the floor," Blaise said wryly. He dug the DVD out of his luggage and popped it into the DVD player, then plopped down beside Rhys on his bed.
"Shame, though," he mused, glancing at Rhys from the corner of his eye. "I was going to offer to kiss it and make it better."
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Post by Rhys Adler on May 20, 2010 22:56:28 GMT -5
"Naw, you're just going crazy, hallucinating stu-" He leapt up as Blaise sat down beside him, sitting up on the edge of his bed.
"You have your own damn bed! What is it with you and acting like you want to jump my bones, you fucking creep?"
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Post by Blaise Park on May 20, 2010 23:06:39 GMT -5
"Don't flatter yourself too much," Blaise said idly. "Your bed has a better view of the television. You're more than welcome to move if you mind my company so much."
Blaise clicked through the previews and to the menu. "Besides, it's not like I'm going to bite," he commented, shooting Rhys a predatory grin.
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Post by Alex Meriweather on May 20, 2010 23:23:21 GMT -5
Alex found himself a spot at the very end of Rhys' bed. It was a decent view... of both sources of entertainment. He smiled at Rhys, trying to convey that it wouldn't be half as bad as Rhys seemed to expect.
"So what are we watching?"
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Post by Rhys Adler on May 20, 2010 23:38:59 GMT -5
Rhys rolled his eyes and leaned back against the wall.
He would endure this. He would endure this and overcome it, if only to make Blaise stop.
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