Get your shit together. Get it all together and put it in a backpack. All your shit, so it's together.
Flanery's always been about bravado. OH GOD immediately taking out the milk carton and pushing it towards the Pet's side of the table. OH FUCKING GOD *melts into the puddle of sweetness* That is so damn adorable! T^T
So, now I am gonna type an answer, and then go and finally work on me presentaion, 'CAUSE I AM A STRONG PERSON who skipped the universaty and called in sick to work
Get your shit together. Get it all together and put it in a backpack. All your shit, so it's together.
Oh yeah, I also think that I am allowed to, but probably that's not the reason enough to my teachers and my boss. "Why weren't you in class yesterday?" "TWD MID-SEASON FINALE BEATCH" AND YOUR AVATAR. I LOVE THAT PHOTO OF HIM. YEAH ME TOO *_* And the quality of this icon rather sucks, BUT I DON'T CARE IT'S AWESOME
Get your shit together. Get it all together and put it in a backpack. All your shit, so it's together.
"Nah, I don't need no fucking book, I'm a fucking natural," Norman can't help but make a loud snort in reply, because he knows Sean is lying through his teeth. In fact, he could probably give him a golden meal for it or something. "Hey, how about I make some lunch and we eat, then watch a movie or something? Unless you have other things to do," Sean rubs on his bandaged arm and goes for the grocery bags, which are still lying unpacked on the table. Norman chuckles a bit, realising that he has completely forgotten about them, and also about the fact that Sean has just returned from his training. And he shouldn't have done that, because this fact explained all the drops in Flanery's behavior. He was high on adrenaline, reacting on everything sharply, and... And wait. Is he making fucking excuses for him right now? Nope, he was not going to go there, no-no-no. He is guilty in some part of the situation himself, that that's doesn't make Sean unguilty. "Should probably organise a milk delivery or some shit, since you're drinking the stuff like water." he is again too deep in his thoughts so he comes back to reality only when he hears Sean's voice again. He blinks a couple of times and looks at the table a bit abstracted. The carton of milk is standing on his side of the table. So Sean didn't forget about his habbit. That's... Nice. "Um, well, I," he grabs the carton absently. If honest, he was not going to spend the evening with Sean. He was planning of just going to his room, loking himself in, having a little chat with his brother and than going to sleep. There was really not much to do for him in the house while Sean was around, so sleeping was a great alternative. Due to his nature he was able to go to sleep every time he wanted to, even if he wasn't sleepy at all, and he used this ability with great pleasure. But, well, it won't do him any harm if he just hangs out with the man he is living with, right? They could probably use a little getting-to-know-each-other session. It could help them start living in peace with each other. "I was going to do something else, but, well, I think I could use a nice dinner and some shitty dumb comedy."
Walk little walk, small talk, big thoughts, gonna tell them all just what I want.
I'm sorry it's short D: CONVERSATION X)
This feels nice, actually talking, without any cissy bullshit. Sean smiles at the man's clear bashfulness, making a mental check-list of the bags' contents and quickly coming up with several options, choosing the one he personally favours at the moment. "How 'bout a steak with some rice and veggies?" He glances up briefly, smirk on his lips "No tomatoes this time, promise." Sean sorts through the produce, taking out everything he'll need for cooking. He didn't buy any meat, but that's not a problem — he has some in the fridge. As for the rest, well, he likes his food balanced and healthy. It comes as a habit when you have a long history of modelling and sports, and only then does it become a lifestyle choice. For a second Sean stalls, a thought making its way to his brain. A rather disturbing one, to be honest. "Do you want that thing off?" Flanery jerks his chin to indicate that he's talking about the collar. It's damn weird to see the cat wearing one now that he's sorta thinking of him in terms of a person. This whole...conversation and movie plans, that makes Sean see him as just another dude. A dude crashing in his flat fuck knows why. Right, because he fucking bought him, Sean thinks, almost slapping a palm over his face in frustration. He's an idiot. He squats to get to the lower cupboard, opening the door to take out a pan, not waiting for an answer. Well, he is waiting, just not standing still. He's learned over the years that time is a precious thing.
Get your shit together. Get it all together and put it in a backpack. All your shit, so it's together.
It's so not short for the conversation! x)
"How 'bout a steak with some rice and veggies?" Sean asks him as he looks throught the bags quickly. It's rather obvious he has alredy made a decision and questions Norman only out of politeness - it appeares the man does have if, after all - and he could so argue about that, but next time, maybe. He is rather fond of the choice, so there is really no point in making a quarrel out of nothing. "No tomatoes this time, promise." Norman chuckles and simply nodes. The bastard remembers this bit too. Charming. He makes himself comfortable in the sit in the corner of the room, resting his chin on his bended knees. He feels... Calm. Yeah. That's the word. That is real strange, 'cause he is not supposed to feel remotely like this in the precence of the man who fucking bought him and brought him to his house for God knows what reasons, but he does. And this scares the shit outta him, to be honest. He shifts on his sit nervously and tugs on his collar unconciously. And it's like Sean can see with the back of his damned head, because at that exact moment he turns to him and asks, if he would like to have this thing removed. The question makes him thing even more. On one hand, he is okay with having it around his neck due to his nature, but on the other is starts to feel just wrong. They are constantly quarreling, hurting each other and stuff, and it's only after a bit more than one day and night in the same space. They are not connected like his brother and his sloppy mr. Lincoln are. Sean shouln't let him out of this invisible leash. That is against the rules. But the man doesn't even know the rules, and Norman never has been the obedient type. And he is pretty sure they don't have anything even remotely close to the relationship the Pet and the Right are supposed to have. "Can I ask you something?" he narrows his eyes, looking at his owner suspisiusly and continues without waiting for the answer, "Why the hell did you buy me in the first place?"
Walk little walk, small talk, big thoughts, gonna tell them all just what I want.
Дюма-мод блеадь
The Reedus answers his question with one of his own, and Sean's pretty sure they're connected somehow, he just doesn't know how. He hums in thought, straightening back up and lifting the lid to check the pan's just in case. Then he proceeds to shrug his shoulders. "Honestly? No fucking clue," he glances over his shoulder, smirking, "You looked pretty." Of course that's complete bullshit — not the part that the cat is unpretty, because Sean would ogle that fine piece of man any given day — but because it isn't the reason he bought him. He just did. A score for Sean and his impromptu decisions. He sets pan down on the electric stove and goes to the fridge to get the ribeye cut. "I know, I know, creepy as fuck," he snorts. "I'd personally be freaked out if some douchebag bought me on a fucking whim without knowing what to do with me." Flanery takes out the cutting board and busies his hands with slicing the meat. He makes sure to cut off especially thick parts of fat.
Get your shit together. Get it all together and put it in a backpack. All your shit, so it's together.
Краткость - сестра таланта?
"Honestly? No fucking clue. You looked pretty." Norman doesn't even try to keep himself from raising his palm to his forehead with a loud clap. That. Is. Ridiculous. This man bought him without a single clue of why the hell he is doing that. Just out of impulse. Isn't he the luckiest Pet on this planet. He wonders if his brother's ball of sweetness for an owner also got him because he thougt he was pretty. Or, maybe, it was all his idea in the first place, and he just brought Sean along with him, and that fool ended up buying himself a Pet too? That was probable. "I know, I know, creepy as fuck," to Norman's surprise, the man looks rather nervous right now, like he is worried about what Norman might think of him. He checks on the now empty pen with absolutely no necessity to do that, than turning away from Norman again and making himself busy with slicing the meat they were going to eat. That's a standart procedure, yeah, but he rushes to do it so much that Norman can't help but notice his disturbance. And that is rather adorable. "I'd personally be freaked out if some douchebag bought me on a fucking whim without knowing what to do with me." "Oh, so you do realise you're a complete douchebag," Norman grins at his back, absolutely sure that the man will hear it in his voice. "Well, what can I say. You completely nailed being an irrational fool, so yeah, I would like you to take this thing off me. It's not how the whole system works, and it makes me real uncomfortable." He was talking bullshit, but Sean would never know. He is in complete ignorance on the matter and that is not likely to change any time soon.
Walk little walk, small talk, big thoughts, gonna tell them all just what I want.
У МЕНЯ ЕСТЬ ОПРАВДАНИЕ, У МЕНЯ СДОХ ПЛАНШЕТ И ЧУТЬ НЕ СДОХ ТЕЛЕФОН НО ТЕПЕРЬ Я ДОМА, И Я НАДЕЮСЬ НОУТ ТОЖЕ НЕ СДОХНЕТ NOTHING IS GONNA STOP ME NOW
"Who, me? No way," Sean snorts, hearing an unmistakable grin in the Pet's voice. As he finishes with the meat and moves to the sink, grabbing the bag with zucchini, carrots and bean pods on his way, he frowns, facing away from the Reedus. "Can't you do that yourself?" That's strange, and Flanery swears he can hear an underlying line of bullshit in the cat's tone. Just something ain't right about it, that's all. Frowning, he begins to wash the vegetables, the water rather cold. He's too lazy to turn the tap and fix the temperature. Besides, he needs the distraction to think rationally. "I've seen some people actually putting Pets on a leash. That common with the higher-level ones?" his tone is amused and maybe just slightly teasing with the underlining question do I need to get you one?
Get your shit together. Get it all together and put it in a backpack. All your shit, so it's together.
"Can't you do that yourself?" Fuck. Just... Fuck. Sean turns away from him and to the bag with a hell of a lot vegetable - seriosly, does he eat only greens or somthing? - so Norman clenches his fists angrily without him noticing. Because he can't take the thing off himself. Well, of course, it's not like it will hit him with elictricity or something. But only a stone cold crazy Pet would allow himself to do this. It's the Rule numer fucking one. "No Pet can remove his collar without his owner's permission". And this permission must be real direct, something in the lines of "Yeah, you are allowed to do it". And if he tells Sean that, he will be caught in his lie, and he can't afford that, not right now. So he should somehow trick the man into doing what he wants, but fucking how? "I've seen some people actually putting Pets on a leash. That common with the higher-level ones?" Norman snorts on the question. He's seen some people. He put Norman on the leash on the Fair, and made him wear it all the way through it and to his apartment. He's seen, fucker. "Nope, it's not common," he chooses to answer the easier question first, and he isn't even lying. "Low-level Pets can get lost or confused without the leash, but Highs are smart enough not to do that. And, as you can see, I am smart enough too, so you really didn't have to lead me on a leash back on the Fair. Your knowladge on the subject is fascinating, by the way," he hopes that would make Sean embarassed of himself enough not to really pay attention to his next words. "And of course I can remove it myself, but that would be real lovely if you did that. You put the thing on me in the first place, so shouldn't you be the one to remove it, ha?" He hopes Sean would buy it. He was rather convinsing back there.
Walk little walk, small talk, big thoughts, gonna tell them all just what I want.
Sean nods, listening to the Reedus and working on dinner, but when he hears the last part he stops cutting the greenery. The fuck? He turns around, leaning on the edge of the sink, licking his lips and squinting at the guy. "What's the trick? And don't try bullshitting me, I can tell you're lying." Sean looks over the Pet, paying particular attention to the black leather strip hugging his neck, and he feels the familiar stir low in his stomach. Well, that's inconvenient. He worries his lower lip with his teeth in absentminded contemplation, making a 'hmm' sound. Now would be a good time to fetch the fucking book, but he isn't fond of the Pet finding out for some reason. He wants to read it in private and keep that little secret to himself. "Take it off," his voice is emotionless and even as he stares at the Reedus, gaze calculating. He needs to check something.
Get your shit together. Get it all together and put it in a backpack. All your shit, so it's together.
Fucking shit. The bastard is way smarter than he thought. Of course he never considered man stupid but he hoped he won't catch him in this not so little lie. Norman sighs heavinly, absolutely not knowing what he should do next. On one hand, his owner is telling him to take the thing off but on the other it's not in the form of allowance. He is fucking daring him to do that, it's like he wants to see if Norman would do what he says or not. And he is not going to make himself look like a loser, but he also can't bend the Rule so hard. Damn, that is the situation that he never wanted to find himself in. He is calculating his options as fast as he can, and finally it strikes him. He can take that as an order. An order to remove his collar. An order he must obey by the Rule. No matter it's a daring, he just misunderstood it. That's it. Just a little misuderstanding. Hurts nobody. And he can also pull something else. Just to be safe, "Okay, if you are so insisting," he rolls his eyes dramatically and reaches his hands to the collar, trying to undo the buckle. Yeah, right. Trying. "Damn, you drew it like you motherfucking life depended on it! Little help here?"
Walk little walk, small talk, big thoughts, gonna tell them all just what I want.
Sean is quizzical. He keeps silent for a few seconds, weighting his options, and then huffs, pushing off from the sink and stalking towards the cat. As he reaches his hands up, gently tracing the leather band with the tip of his pointer-finger, he looks at the clasp, not at the Pet's face. "You're shite at lying," Sean smirks, tugging on the collar just a bit before finally undoing it. He takes the opportunity of their closeness to discreetly take a whiff of the Reedus' scent. Smells kinda musky, but rather warm, like wood, maybe. Wood. Great choice of words, Sean. He snorts. "I may be a douchebag, but not at things that could potentially hurt someone I'm responsible for, aye?" he slips into his Irish accent, the corners of his mouth still tugged up in an amused smile. He's getting more comfortable about the Reedus, actually. He usually doesn't take to using his accents around people he dislikes. Patting the Reedus on the neck in a 'there, there, better luck lying to me next time' motion, Flanery steps back and winds the collar around his own wrist. He doesn't want to pocket it and he forgot his leather bracelet earlier this morning anyway, so it can be a substitute. For now.
Get your shit together. Get it all together and put it in a backpack. All your shit, so it's together.
"You're shite at lying," no he is not. He is wonderful in lying. In lots of other things, too, but mostly in lying. He was fooling his own Creator around for so many years and he's got the skill. Yeah, it is more difficult with Sean, 'cause he is attentive as shit and Creator is a natural genious, but, as every one of them, is erratic as the already mentioned shit. But still Sean approaches him and tugs on the collar, undoing it easily. It is obvious Norm was taking bullshit about it being clasped to tight. But he still got what he wanted without getting in any kind of argument about it, so he feels relieved and grins to himself a bit taking in the opportunity of Sean standing behind him, unable to notice his face expressions. "I may be a douchebag, but not at things that could potentially hurt someone I'm responsible for, aye?" Norman feels Sean's hand patting his neck gently before moving away from him, and... and fuck. Nope, that can't be it. He can't feel fucking guilty. Again. He has already experienced this emotion today, and he was never particularly fond of it, so. But goddamit. This dork is saying the sweetest things right now, and it's pretty obvious that there is "care about" hiding beneath "responsible for". And he is lying to him throught his fucking teeth. But he will never know, won't he? God, he hopes he won't. So he just brushes the thoughts away. "And the fuck was that supposed to be?" would be better to mock him about the stupid - but fucking adorable - impression than to go through the shit about betrayal of trust in his head. "Irish? For real?" Norman snorts, slipping his hand into his hair, disheveling tham even more, and... "My name is Norman, by the way." Shit. He wasn't expecting this coming from his mouth.
Walk little walk, small talk, big thoughts, gonna tell them all just what I want.
"Aye, 's fucken Irish, alright," now Sean is grinning, the issue about the Pet's strange behavior shelved for a later vivisection. And as he's coming around to face the cat, who's pushing a hand up into his own hair, ruffling them, he hears, "My name is Norman, by the way." Norman... Norman. No fucking way. "Wait, wait, wait.. Norman? Like in, yer brother Norman? No fucken shite, yer even called te same?" he doesn't bother slipping out of his accent, too comfortable and used to it over the years, and besides, that makes the issue seem... less awkward and serious. More 'what-the-fuck-is-this' kinda rant. "Aye, well, I guess 'tis nice ta meet ya, Norman," Sean snorts, making a full circle around the man and stopping in front of him, thrusting out his arm for a handshake. "Sean, though you might already know," there are small devils dancing in Sean's eyes as he speaks, "Sean Patrick Flanery." Without waiting for an expected sissy response, Flanery wanders out loud, "And how te bloody fuck am I s'possed to distinguish between ye two if yer both Norman?" And right, he has to call Andy. Has to ask the cat a few things, see how he gets around with this whole bunch of issues.
Get your shit together. Get it all together and put it in a backpack. All your shit, so it's together.
Norman can't help but laught at the way Sean responds to his words. Not he is only surprised as hell about the fact he is called the same as his brother, but he also keeps on talking in that stupid Irish accent. Well... Maybe, not so stupid. There is something appealing about the way it sounds, - and Norman has never had a thing about accents - and the Reedus also has to admit that the man is pulling in perfectly. Like he was born in Ireland. He wonders where the hell the man learned to do that, 'cause there is nothing about being a talanted impersonator among the information that Pet found on the Web. "Sean, though you might already know. Sean Patrick Flanery." Norman chuckles and shakes the reached out arm. Sean's fingers are warm and strong, and it's not unpleasant at all to feel these fingers clasped around his own. The gesture is mandane and manly and there really is nothing intimate about it, but for some unknown stupid reason Norman doesn't let go of the arm for a time which is longer than necessary. Buf finally he snaps into reality and jerks his own arm away sharply. "And how te bloody fuck am I s'possed to distinguish between ye two if yer both Norman?" "Do you need to, Irish boy?" Norman smirks showing his teeth a bit. "I don't think ya gonna see ma brutha anytime soon, so just try and remember my name at first." Norman leans back to the wall, lowering his feet back to the floor and spreading them to get comfortable, crosses his arms around his chest, and suddenly a question strikes him. Oh, that is gonna be a sneaky one. "So, Mr Sean Patrick Flanery... Are you gay?"
Walk little walk, small talk, big thoughts, gonna tell them all just what I want.
Well fuck him sideways, if it isn't the most mind-blowing sound Flanery's ever heard. Sean thinks he's stupidly in love with that laid-back, easygoing and rich laugh already. He wants to hear it again. Better yet, he wants to make Norman repeat that sound. He wants to make him laugh like that again. Fuck, the fuck is he such a sap for? It actually takes him a damn minute to come back to his senses and realise that Norman is clasping his hand, returning the handshake and lingering on a bit longer than decent. Not like he minds. Before Sean can open his mouth, the Reedus is already pulling away, looking like Sean's suddenly spurting an extra set of donkey ears on his head or something. The cat recovers pretty quickly, looking at Sean with an impish grin and mocking his accent. Flanery snorts, clearly unimpressed at his antics. "Well, I am gonna see Andy some time soon, and the chances are he'll be dragging the Reedus along," Sean stuffs his hands in his jeans' pockets, preparation of dinner completely forgotten at the moment, . "From what I gather they're literally joined at the hips" he twists the phrase a little, giving a feral grin of his own and rocking back and forth on the balls of his feet a couple of times. He almost looses his balance, which, of course, he hides well as usual, as Norman asks him the next question. "Are you gay?" Sean's used to all kinds of weird question, but he didn't take Norman for a blunt one. Sean widens his eyes, almost comically so, and he is just a buzzing beam of energy as the jumble of exaggerated words in a completely different accent pours out of his widely open mouth. "No! I just like kissing dudes... Young boys!" he flails his arms in the air, pulling a confused, aggravated expression on his face "Ah can't help maself! You hear me Reedus?! Ah like pretty young boys and ah can't help mahself!" The fuck is the point in giving the truth if the fucker already knows it, or at least suspects so? And he doesn't want to share any details of his public life, fucking appearances be damned. At least this way he'd get off on pestering the guy, maybe even freaking the shit out of him. Sean gives a tiny little smirk internally. He's always fucking grand at playing a fool and he fucking enjoys it. Watching the different reactions is priceless, and he wants to see what Norman's capable of.
Get your shit together. Get it all together and put it in a backpack. All your shit, so it's together.
Norman expected almost everything. He could imagine Sean getting angry again, shy, embarassed, changing the topic, putting if off with a jest, but not fucking this. Well, it's quite close to a joke, but it is so unbelievably ridiculous that he just can't. Sean widens his eyes like a mad person and goes into some crazy mode where he is talking with a redneck accent and practically jumping out of exitment and joy. "No! I just like kissing dudes... Young boys! Ah can't help maself! You hear me Reedus?! Ah like pretty young boys and ah can't help mahself!" he expects the man to fall down on his knees in a dramatic gesture, but that doesn't happen. After he finishes his little perfomance he just stand there smiling like a fool and probably waiting for Norman's reaction to his going off the rails. And he really wasn't planing on doing it, but after a few moments of shocked silence the Reedus suddenly finds himself bursting into laughter and banging his head against the wall a couple of times, 'cause yeah. That was just fucking hilarious. He can't remember the last time he laughed like that - honest, loud, not that grins or smirks he usually gives. And, shit, that is maybe just a little bit too much of opening up, but right now he doesn't care a little bit. "God, you are retarded," he manages to say as he finally stops laughing and wipes the tears in the corners of his eyes away. "If somebody sees me in public with you, I am just gonna say I don't know you, 'k?" He gives Sean a wide smile, but than, as his nostrils get a sniff of not so pleasant smell of burned meat, the way he smiles changes to sly and self-satisfied. Finally. Mr Gorgeous failed in something. "And, by the way," he says innocently. "You've burned our food, dork boy."
Walk little walk, small talk, big thoughts, gonna tell them all just what I want.
A mad grin splits Flanery's lips as he watches the Reedus go into hysterical laughter, banging the back of his head on the wall so hard Sean's momentarily concerned he'll crack his skull. Fucking aye, he's good! "God, you are retarded, " Norman wipes the tears leaking from the corners of his eyes and Sean feels extremely proud of himself, satisfied to the point of almost puffing his chest out. "Sure, you do that," he snorts out, eyes glinting with mirth. He'd like to see Norman try. It's been known very hard to escape Flanery's company when he expresses the desire to latch onto someone. Sometimes literally. Suddenly, Norman's expression switches to something sly, and Flanery is immediately suspicious, but then he catches on as to why. "SHIT!" he exclaims, jumping in his place and twirling around to rush to the stove and turn it off, pulling the pan off the comforter. Way to go, yeah, just fucking great. Cursing under his breath, Sean lifts his left hand and pushes his fingers through the hair at the back of his head. "Suggestions?" he half-turns around with a sheepish expression on his face.
Get your shit together. Get it all together and put it in a backpack. All your shit, so it's together.
It's been known very hard to escape Flanery's company when he expresses the desire to latch onto someone. Sometimes literally. Awww that is just perfect
I don't think I'll be able to answer before I come back from work :c Only if I end up my class task earlier... And I hope I would, 'cause that is fucking editing which I am so fucking used to
Get your shit together. Get it all together and put it in a backpack. All your shit, so it's together.
У меня отменили пару, так что тамтамтам :'D Прости, что ТАКОЕ маленькое ,_,
The lous "SHIT!" spreads through the room as Sean notices the pointed out smell and rushes to the stove only to find their dinner completely burned and now totally useless as food. But they could probably knock someone out with those coarse remains of meat. "Suggestions?" Sean half-turns to him, his fingers ruffling the hair on the back on his head, completely shamefaced, and that is something new. Norman didn't think the man could pull such an expression at all, and now he was all bashful because he accidentally burned some food. The Reedus was almost sure he would be like "nah, man, whatever", but he actually looked... Guilty. Wide smile appeares on Norman's face without any control from it's owner. "Well, I suggest you keep it to use it as a weaporn against your enimies some day, 'cause that thing of yours looks hard as rock," he doesn't even notice the subtext in his words until they escape his mouth, fuck. He hopes Flanery won't consider his words as something suggestive or at least won't focus his attention on it, so he continues talking, and maybe just a little bit faster than he should. "And to be serious - we can order in everytime, if you're too lazy or dissapointed in yourself to cook something else."
Walk little walk, small talk, big thoughts, gonna tell them all just what I want.
Аеее! OuO Ниче, мой не лучше хДДДДД
Sean chuckles, a sly smirk pulling on his lips, "Not as hard as it could be." Really, the man was just asking for it, not Sean's fault. If a perfectly healthy, sexually active male is expected not to make an innuendo out of something so obvious, then there's clearly something wrong with your fucking head. Think again. On a serious matter though, "Well, there is a place that has great steaks, and thank fuck I didn't start on the vegetables, so we can order from there." Sean furrows his brow then, an idea popping into his head. "Or we could go out? Eat there. Unless you actually prefer to stick to the original movie plan." Personally, he doesn't care either way. He'll do both with pleasure, but he isn't sure of the Pet's attitude towards public places, and how he's supposed to behave there. Fuck, he really, really needs to start on that book. Sean promises to do so tonight.
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03.12.2013 в 15:55OH GOD
immediately taking out the milk carton and pushing it towards the Pet's side of the table.
OH FUCKING GOD
*melts into the puddle of sweetness* That is so damn adorable! T^T
So, now I am gonna type an answer, and then go and finally work on me presentaion, 'CAUSE I AM A STRONG PERSON
who skipped the universaty and called in sick to work-
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03.12.2013 в 16:07AND YOUR AVATAR. I LOVE THAT PHOTO OF HIM.
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03.12.2013 в 16:11"Why weren't you in class yesterday?" "TWD MID-SEASON FINALE BEATCH"
AND YOUR AVATAR. I LOVE THAT PHOTO OF HIM.
YEAH ME TOO *_* And the quality of this icon rather sucks, BUT I DON'T CARE IT'S AWESOME
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03.12.2013 в 16:35"Hey, how about I make some lunch and we eat, then watch a movie or something? Unless you have other things to do," Sean rubs on his bandaged arm and goes for the grocery bags, which are still lying unpacked on the table. Norman chuckles a bit, realising that he has completely forgotten about them, and also about the fact that Sean has just returned from his training. And he shouldn't have done that, because this fact explained all the drops in Flanery's behavior. He was high on adrenaline, reacting on everything sharply, and... And wait. Is he making fucking excuses for him right now? Nope, he was not going to go there, no-no-no. He is guilty in some part of the situation himself, that that's doesn't make Sean unguilty.
"Should probably organise a milk delivery or some shit, since you're drinking the stuff like water." he is again too deep in his thoughts so he comes back to reality only when he hears Sean's voice again. He blinks a couple of times and looks at the table a bit abstracted. The carton of milk is standing on his side of the table. So Sean didn't forget about his habbit. That's... Nice.
"Um, well, I," he grabs the carton absently. If honest, he was not going to spend the evening with Sean. He was planning of just going to his room, loking himself in, having a little chat with his brother and than going to sleep. There was really not much to do for him in the house while Sean was around, so sleeping was a great alternative. Due to his nature he was able to go to sleep every time he wanted to, even if he wasn't sleepy at all, and he used this ability with great pleasure. But, well, it won't do him any harm if he just hangs out with the man he is living with, right? They could probably use a little getting-to-know-each-other session. It could help them start living in peace with each other. "I was going to do something else, but, well, I think I could use a nice dinner and some shitty dumb comedy."
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03.12.2013 в 18:52This feels nice, actually talking, without any cissy bullshit.
Sean smiles at the man's clear bashfulness, making a mental check-list of the bags' contents and quickly coming up with several options, choosing the one he personally favours at the moment. "How 'bout a steak with some rice and veggies?" He glances up briefly, smirk on his lips "No tomatoes this time, promise."
Sean sorts through the produce, taking out everything he'll need for cooking. He didn't buy any meat, but that's not a problem — he has some in the fridge. As for the rest, well, he likes his food balanced and healthy. It comes as a habit when you have a long history of modelling and sports, and only then does it become a lifestyle choice.
For a second Sean stalls, a thought making its way to his brain. A rather disturbing one, to be honest.
"Do you want that thing off?" Flanery jerks his chin to indicate that he's talking about the collar.
It's damn weird to see the cat wearing one now that he's sorta thinking of him in terms of a person. This whole...conversation and movie plans, that makes Sean see him as just another dude.
A dude crashing in his flat fuck knows why.
Right, because he fucking bought him, Sean thinks, almost slapping a palm over his face in frustration. He's an idiot.
He squats to get to the lower cupboard, opening the door to take out a pan, not waiting for an answer. Well, he is waiting, just not standing still. He's learned over the years that time is a precious thing.
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03.12.2013 в 19:54"How 'bout a steak with some rice and veggies?" Sean asks him as he looks throught the bags quickly. It's rather obvious he has alredy made a decision and questions Norman only out of politeness - it appeares the man does have if, after all - and he could so argue about that, but next time, maybe. He is rather fond of the choice, so there is really no point in making a quarrel out of nothing. "No tomatoes this time, promise."
Norman chuckles and simply nodes. The bastard remembers this bit too. Charming.
He makes himself comfortable in the sit in the corner of the room, resting his chin on his bended knees. He feels... Calm. Yeah. That's the word. That is real strange, 'cause he is not supposed to feel remotely like this in the precence of the man who fucking bought him and brought him to his house for God knows what reasons, but he does. And this scares the shit outta him, to be honest. He shifts on his sit nervously and tugs on his collar unconciously.
And it's like Sean can see with the back of his damned head, because at that exact moment he turns to him and asks, if he would like to have this thing removed.
The question makes him thing even more. On one hand, he is okay with having it around his neck due to his nature, but on the other is starts to feel just wrong. They are constantly quarreling, hurting each other and stuff, and it's only after a bit more than one day and night in the same space. They are not connected like his brother and his sloppy mr. Lincoln are. Sean shouln't let him out of this invisible leash. That is against the rules. But the man doesn't even know the rules, and Norman never has been the obedient type. And he is pretty sure they don't have anything even remotely close to the relationship the Pet and the Right are supposed to have.
"Can I ask you something?" he narrows his eyes, looking at his owner suspisiusly and continues without waiting for the answer, "Why the hell did you buy me in the first place?"
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03.12.2013 в 20:10The Reedus answers his question with one of his own, and Sean's pretty sure they're connected somehow, he just doesn't know how. He hums in thought, straightening back up and lifting the lid to check the pan's just in case. Then he proceeds to shrug his shoulders. "Honestly? No fucking clue," he glances over his shoulder, smirking, "You looked pretty." Of course that's complete bullshit — not the part that the cat is unpretty, because Sean would ogle that fine piece of man any given day — but because it isn't the reason he bought him. He just did.
A score for Sean and his impromptu decisions.
He sets pan down on the electric stove and goes to the fridge to get the ribeye cut.
"I know, I know, creepy as fuck," he snorts. "I'd personally be freaked out if some douchebag bought me on a fucking whim without knowing what to do with me." Flanery takes out the cutting board and busies his hands with slicing the meat. He makes sure to cut off especially thick parts of fat.
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03.12.2013 в 20:29"Honestly? No fucking clue. You looked pretty."
Norman doesn't even try to keep himself from raising his palm to his forehead with a loud clap. That. Is. Ridiculous. This man bought him without a single clue of why the hell he is doing that. Just out of impulse. Isn't he the luckiest Pet on this planet. He wonders if his brother's ball of sweetness for an owner also got him because he thougt he was pretty. Or, maybe, it was all his idea in the first place, and he just brought Sean along with him, and that fool ended up buying himself a Pet too? That was probable.
"I know, I know, creepy as fuck," to Norman's surprise, the man looks rather nervous right now, like he is worried about what Norman might think of him. He checks on the now empty pen with absolutely no necessity to do that, than turning away from Norman again and making himself busy with slicing the meat they were going to eat. That's a standart procedure, yeah, but he rushes to do it so much that Norman can't help but notice his disturbance. And that is rather adorable. "I'd personally be freaked out if some douchebag bought me on a fucking whim without knowing what to do with me."
"Oh, so you do realise you're a complete douchebag," Norman grins at his back, absolutely sure that the man will hear it in his voice. "Well, what can I say. You completely nailed being an irrational fool, so yeah, I would like you to take this thing off me. It's not how the whole system works, and it makes me real uncomfortable."
He was talking bullshit, but Sean would never know. He is in complete ignorance on the matter and that is not likely to change any time soon.
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04.12.2013 в 00:12"Who, me? No way," Sean snorts, hearing an unmistakable grin in the Pet's voice. As he finishes with the meat and moves to the sink, grabbing the bag with zucchini, carrots and bean pods on his way, he frowns, facing away from the Reedus. "Can't you do that yourself?"
That's strange, and Flanery swears he can hear an underlying line of bullshit in the cat's tone. Just something ain't right about it, that's all.
Frowning, he begins to wash the vegetables, the water rather cold. He's too lazy to turn the tap and fix the temperature. Besides, he needs the distraction to think rationally.
"I've seen some people actually putting Pets on a leash. That common with the higher-level ones?" his tone is amused and maybe just slightly teasing with the underlining question do I need to get you one?
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04.12.2013 в 01:25Fuck. Just... Fuck.
Sean turns away from him and to the bag with a hell of a lot vegetable - seriosly, does he eat only greens or somthing? - so Norman clenches his fists angrily without him noticing. Because he can't take the thing off himself. Well, of course, it's not like it will hit him with elictricity or something. But only a stone cold crazy Pet would allow himself to do this. It's the Rule numer fucking one. "No Pet can remove his collar without his owner's permission". And this permission must be real direct, something in the lines of "Yeah, you are allowed to do it". And if he tells Sean that, he will be caught in his lie, and he can't afford that, not right now. So he should somehow trick the man into doing what he wants, but fucking how?
"I've seen some people actually putting Pets on a leash. That common with the higher-level ones?" Norman snorts on the question. He's seen some people. He put Norman on the leash on the Fair, and made him wear it all the way through it and to his apartment. He's seen, fucker.
"Nope, it's not common," he chooses to answer the easier question first, and he isn't even lying. "Low-level Pets can get lost or confused without the leash, but Highs are smart enough not to do that. And, as you can see, I am smart enough too, so you really didn't have to lead me on a leash back on the Fair. Your knowladge on the subject is fascinating, by the way," he hopes that would make Sean embarassed of himself enough not to really pay attention to his next words. "And of course I can remove it myself, but that would be real lovely if you did that. You put the thing on me in the first place, so shouldn't you be the one to remove it, ha?"
He hopes Sean would buy it. He was rather convinsing back there.
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04.12.2013 в 02:30The fuck?
He turns around, leaning on the edge of the sink, licking his lips and squinting at the guy. "What's the trick? And don't try bullshitting me, I can tell you're lying."
Sean looks over the Pet, paying particular attention to the black leather strip hugging his neck, and he feels the familiar stir low in his stomach. Well, that's inconvenient.
He worries his lower lip with his teeth in absentminded contemplation, making a 'hmm' sound. Now would be a good time to fetch the fucking book, but he isn't fond of the Pet finding out for some reason. He wants to read it in private and keep that little secret to himself.
"Take it off," his voice is emotionless and even as he stares at the Reedus, gaze calculating. He needs to check something.
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04.12.2013 в 03:12The bastard is way smarter than he thought. Of course he never considered man stupid but he hoped he won't catch him in this not so little lie. Norman sighs heavinly, absolutely not knowing what he should do next. On one hand, his owner is telling him to take the thing off but on the other it's not in the form of allowance. He is fucking daring him to do that, it's like he wants to see if Norman would do what he says or not. And he is not going to make himself look like a loser, but he also can't bend the Rule so hard. Damn, that is the situation that he never wanted to find himself in. He is calculating his options as fast as he can, and finally it strikes him.
He can take that as an order. An order to remove his collar. An order he must obey by the Rule. No matter it's a daring, he just misunderstood it. That's it. Just a little misuderstanding. Hurts nobody. And he can also pull something else. Just to be safe,
"Okay, if you are so insisting," he rolls his eyes dramatically and reaches his hands to the collar, trying to undo the buckle. Yeah, right. Trying. "Damn, you drew it like you motherfucking life depended on it! Little help here?"
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04.12.2013 в 03:39As he reaches his hands up, gently tracing the leather band with the tip of his pointer-finger, he looks at the clasp, not at the Pet's face.
"You're shite at lying," Sean smirks, tugging on the collar just a bit before finally undoing it. He takes the opportunity of their closeness to discreetly take a whiff of the Reedus' scent. Smells kinda musky, but rather warm, like wood, maybe. Wood. Great choice of words, Sean. He snorts.
"I may be a douchebag, but not at things that could potentially hurt someone I'm responsible for, aye?" he slips into his Irish accent, the corners of his mouth still tugged up in an amused smile.
He's getting more comfortable about the Reedus, actually. He usually doesn't take to using his accents around people he dislikes.
Patting the Reedus on the neck in a 'there, there, better luck lying to me next time' motion, Flanery steps back and winds the collar around his own wrist. He doesn't want to pocket it and he forgot his leather bracelet earlier this morning anyway, so it can be a substitute. For now.
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04.12.2013 в 04:22"I may be a douchebag, but not at things that could potentially hurt someone I'm responsible for, aye?" Norman feels Sean's hand patting his neck gently before moving away from him, and... and fuck. Nope, that can't be it. He can't feel fucking guilty. Again. He has already experienced this emotion today, and he was never particularly fond of it, so. But goddamit. This dork is saying the sweetest things right now, and it's pretty obvious that there is "care about" hiding beneath "responsible for". And he is lying to him throught his fucking teeth. But he will never know, won't he? God, he hopes he won't. So he just brushes the thoughts away.
"And the fuck was that supposed to be?" would be better to mock him about the stupid - but fucking adorable - impression than to go through the shit about betrayal of trust in his head. "Irish? For real?" Norman snorts, slipping his hand into his hair, disheveling tham even more, and...
"My name is Norman, by the way."
Shit. He wasn't expecting this coming from his mouth.
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04.12.2013 в 04:45Norman... Norman. No fucking way.
"Wait, wait, wait.. Norman? Like in, yer brother Norman? No fucken shite, yer even called te same?" he doesn't bother slipping out of his accent, too comfortable and used to it over the years, and besides, that makes the issue seem... less awkward and serious. More 'what-the-fuck-is-this' kinda rant.
"Aye, well, I guess 'tis nice ta meet ya, Norman," Sean snorts, making a full circle around the man and stopping in front of him, thrusting out his arm for a handshake.
"Sean, though you might already know," there are small devils dancing in Sean's eyes as he speaks, "Sean Patrick Flanery."
Without waiting for an expected sissy response, Flanery wanders out loud, "And how te bloody fuck am I s'possed to distinguish between ye two if yer both Norman?"
And right, he has to call Andy. Has to ask the cat a few things, see how he gets around with this whole bunch of issues.
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04.12.2013 в 10:41Госсподи, айриш эксент меня просто добивает, сразу Коннор на месте Шона представляется
Я напишу либо в универе, либо после него :3
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04.12.2013 в 10:44Дыыы!
Окай O3O
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04.12.2013 в 15:21"Sean, though you might already know. Sean Patrick Flanery." Norman chuckles and shakes the reached out arm. Sean's fingers are warm and strong, and it's not unpleasant at all to feel these fingers clasped around his own. The gesture is mandane and manly and there really is nothing intimate about it, but for some unknown stupid reason Norman doesn't let go of the arm for a time which is longer than necessary. Buf finally he snaps into reality and jerks his own arm away sharply.
"And how te bloody fuck am I s'possed to distinguish between ye two if yer both Norman?"
"Do you need to, Irish boy?" Norman smirks showing his teeth a bit. "I don't think ya gonna see ma brutha anytime soon, so just try and remember my name at first."
Norman leans back to the wall, lowering his feet back to the floor and spreading them to get comfortable, crosses his arms around his chest, and suddenly a question strikes him. Oh, that is gonna be a sneaky one.
"So, Mr Sean Patrick Flanery... Are you gay?"
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04.12.2013 в 19:25Fuck, the fuck is he such a sap for?
It actually takes him a damn minute to come back to his senses and realise that Norman is clasping his hand, returning the handshake and lingering on a bit longer than decent. Not like he minds.
Before Sean can open his mouth, the Reedus is already pulling away, looking like Sean's suddenly spurting an extra set of donkey ears on his head or something.
The cat recovers pretty quickly, looking at Sean with an impish grin and mocking his accent. Flanery snorts, clearly unimpressed at his antics. "Well, I am gonna see Andy some time soon, and the chances are he'll be dragging the Reedus along," Sean stuffs his hands in his jeans' pockets, preparation of dinner completely forgotten at the moment,
. "From what I gather they're literally joined at the hips" he twists the phrase a little, giving a feral grin of his own and rocking back and forth on the balls of his feet a couple of times.
He almost looses his balance, which, of course, he hides well as usual, as Norman asks him the next question.
"Are you gay?"
Sean's used to all kinds of weird question, but he didn't take Norman for a blunt one.
Sean widens his eyes, almost comically so, and he is just a buzzing beam of energy as the jumble of exaggerated words in a completely different accent pours out of his widely open mouth. "No! I just like kissing dudes... Young boys!" he flails his arms in the air, pulling a confused, aggravated expression on his face "Ah can't help maself! You hear me Reedus?! Ah like pretty young boys and ah can't help mahself!"
The fuck is the point in giving the truth if the fucker already knows it, or at least suspects so? And he doesn't want to share any details of his public life, fucking appearances be damned.
At least this way he'd get off on pestering the guy, maybe even freaking the shit out of him. Sean gives a tiny little smirk internally.
He's always fucking grand at playing a fool and he fucking enjoys it. Watching the different reactions is priceless, and he wants to see what Norman's capable of.
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04.12.2013 в 21:02Sean widens his eyes like a mad person and goes into some crazy mode where he is talking with a redneck accent and practically jumping out of exitment and joy.
"No! I just like kissing dudes... Young boys! Ah can't help maself! You hear me Reedus?! Ah like pretty young boys and ah can't help mahself!" he expects the man to fall down on his knees in a dramatic gesture, but that doesn't happen. After he finishes his little perfomance he just stand there smiling like a fool and probably waiting for Norman's reaction to his going off the rails.
And he really wasn't planing on doing it, but after a few moments of shocked silence the Reedus suddenly finds himself bursting into laughter and banging his head against the wall a couple of times, 'cause yeah. That was just fucking hilarious. He can't remember the last time he laughed like that - honest, loud, not that grins or smirks he usually gives. And, shit, that is maybe just a little bit too much of opening up, but right now he doesn't care a little bit.
"God, you are retarded," he manages to say as he finally stops laughing and wipes the tears in the corners of his eyes away. "If somebody sees me in public with you, I am just gonna say I don't know you, 'k?"
He gives Sean a wide smile, but than, as his nostrils get a sniff of not so pleasant smell of burned meat, the way he smiles changes to sly and self-satisfied. Finally. Mr Gorgeous failed in something.
"And, by the way," he says innocently. "You've burned our food, dork boy."
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05.12.2013 в 12:55Fucking aye, he's good!
"God, you are retarded, " Norman wipes the tears leaking from the corners of his eyes and Sean feels extremely proud of himself, satisfied to the point of almost puffing his chest out. "Sure, you do that," he snorts out, eyes glinting with mirth.
He'd like to see Norman try. It's been known very hard to escape Flanery's company when he expresses the desire to latch onto someone.
Sometimes literally.
Suddenly, Norman's expression switches to something sly, and Flanery is immediately suspicious, but then he catches on as to why.
"SHIT!" he exclaims, jumping in his place and twirling around to rush to the stove and turn it off, pulling the pan off the comforter. Way to go, yeah, just fucking great.
Cursing under his breath, Sean lifts his left hand and pushes his fingers through the hair at the back of his head.
"Suggestions?" he half-turns around with a sheepish expression on his face.
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05.12.2013 в 14:28Sometimes literally.
Awww that is just perfect
I don't think I'll be able to answer before I come back from work :c
Only if I end up my class task earlier... And I hope I would, 'cause that is fucking editing which I am so fucking used to
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05.12.2013 в 14:40Okay OuO
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05.12.2013 в 16:40Прости, что ТАКОЕ маленькое ,_,
The lous "SHIT!" spreads through the room as Sean notices the pointed out smell and rushes to the stove only to find their dinner completely burned and now totally useless as food. But they could probably knock someone out with those coarse remains of meat.
"Suggestions?" Sean half-turns to him, his fingers ruffling the hair on the back on his head, completely shamefaced, and that is something new. Norman didn't think the man could pull such an expression at all, and now he was all bashful because he accidentally burned some food. The Reedus was almost sure he would be like "nah, man, whatever", but he actually looked... Guilty. Wide smile appeares on Norman's face without any control from it's owner.
"Well, I suggest you keep it to use it as a weaporn against your enimies some day, 'cause that thing of yours looks hard as rock," he doesn't even notice the subtext in his words until they escape his mouth, fuck. He hopes Flanery won't consider his words as something suggestive or at least won't focus his attention on it, so he continues talking, and maybe just a little bit faster than he should. "And to be serious - we can order in everytime, if you're too lazy or dissapointed in yourself to cook something else."
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05.12.2013 в 17:00Sean chuckles, a sly smirk pulling on his lips, "Not as hard as it could be."
Really, the man was just asking for it, not Sean's fault. If a perfectly healthy, sexually active male is expected not to make an innuendo out of something so obvious, then there's clearly something wrong with your fucking head. Think again.
On a serious matter though, "Well, there is a place that has great steaks, and thank fuck I didn't start on the vegetables, so we can order from there." Sean furrows his brow then, an idea popping into his head. "Or we could go out? Eat there. Unless you actually prefer to stick to the original movie plan."
Personally, he doesn't care either way. He'll do both with pleasure, but he isn't sure of the Pet's attitude towards public places, and how he's supposed to behave there. Fuck, he really, really needs to start on that book.
Sean promises to do so tonight.