forum Boys will be boys (CLOSED MxM ROLEPLAY)(Stalkers welcomed and appreciated <3)

Started March 16, 2020 by @Fraust

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"G'morning…" Rowan yawned and sat up, running his fingers through his hair to smooth it out some. "What time is it?"

"9:30-ish." Damien set down his comb to look over. His hair had finally been semi-tamed. "Hungry?"

Rowan nodded. "As always, yeah… m'starving." He dragged himself out of bed and stretched, his back cracking loudly when he did. He picked up his crutches and fitted them under his arms.

"Yeah. I think we have cereal and leftover pizza, so you can take your pick there." Damien got up, grabbing a clip from the floor and clipping the front of his hair out of his face.

"Alright, cool. I'll probably just do cereal because it's less effort, honestly…" Rowan headed out into the hall, picking up his bag as he went.

"Yeah, sure. It's in the pantry." Damien came into the kitchen, pulling a ziploc bag of cold pizza from the fridge.

"Alright." Rowan went into the bathroom to change, doing so as quickly as possible and keeping himself focused on the task so he wouldn't be tempted to do anything. He soon came back out, tossed his bag back into Damien's room, and joined Damien in the kitchen.

Damien was sitting on the floor, eating pizza straight from the bag. Ginger was eyeing him like a hawk.

"You good?" Rowan laughed, carefully lowering himself down to the floor to sit beside Damien. "You could heat it up, you know."

"Huh? Oh- yeah. It's better cold, man. You can taste the microwave if you try to heat it up." Damien shook his head, breaking off a small piece of crust and forking it over to his cat. "Not worth the effort."

"Mm… I'll feed myself in a few minutes, then, because I just sat down and I have a feeling that getting up is gonna be a hassle."

"You can have this if you want it." Damien held up the ziploc, where three or four more pieces of that cold pizza still sat inside. "Otherwise I can get it, if you want."

"Sure." Rowan shrugged and pulled out a slice of pizza. He began idly chewing on it while he stared at the ground.

Damien made little kissy noises at Ginger, who seemed to be planning out the best way to tear the bag from his hands. "So. What time do you think Cliff is gonna show? I have to leave at 3:00."

"Um… I dunno. I'll have to check." Rowan pulled out his phone.
Damien is leaving at 3 btw
What time do you plan on heading over?

It took a minute or two for Cliff to text back.
2:45-ish?? How does that sound

Fine with me
Thanks, by the way
Rowan sighed and kept eating his cold pizza.

Cool
No problem
Damien got up to set the bag on the counter, then to scoop Ginger up in his arms as he sat back down.

"He's heading over at about 2:45." Rowan told Damien, taking another bite of pizza. He reached out to pet Ginger.

"2:45.." Damien repeated as if trying to understand it. He took a beat to respond. "Alright, yeah. That works for sure."

Rowan nodded. "How long do you have to work?" He asked, finishing his slice of pizza.

"Until 7-ish." Damien sighed. "Sorry I have to leave, it's just.. y'know. I need to save."

"No problem… I don't blame you or anything, Damien." Rowan grabbed the counter and pulled himself up. "Would you mind handing me my crutches?" He asked.

"Yeah. Here." Damien handed Rowan's crutches over with one hand, still holding Ginger in the other. "I'm not saying you blame me, just.. I dunno. Feel kinda bad having to leave."

"Thanks… and don't feel bad." Rowan fitted his crutches under his arms. "You gotta work."

"Yeah, I guess." Damien stroked the cat's head. She looked like a ragdoll in his arms. "Ah, shit, we should probably go feed Milo."

"Yeah, probably should." Rowan yawned and headed towards the door. "Walking or driving?" He asked.

"Are you okay walking? I gotta save gas." Damien followed after, making sure Ginger wouldn't follow them out.

"I can try to, yeah. Might fall once or twice, though." Rowan headed outside and started going to his house.

"Do you need to to hold onto you? Jesus, man, you can't keep falling." Damien walked close next to him, nervously checking the sidewalk to look out for any uneven bits.