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

Started March 16, 2020 by @Fraust

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Rowan nodded. "I'm sure it'll all be fucking fantastic."

"Somehow I feel like you're being sarcastic." Damien continued to pet Milo.

"Just a little bit." Rowan sighed.

"Mhm." Damien rubbed his eyes. He checked the time again. He wasn't watching the show anymore, he really just wanted to chill out. "Ah. Fuck. I got homework for when I get home, don't I?"

"Probably do. I do. But I probably won't do it." Rowan shrugged.

"Yeah. I'm probably only doing a couple classes. Too fucking tired to do it all." Damien laughed.

Rowan laughed weakly as well and turned his attention back to the show.

Damien went quiet, trying to get back into watching the show.

Rowan kept watching the clock, growing increasingly anxious as 2:45 drew nearer. By the time it was 2:40, he was trembling slightly.

The sound of a pickup truck and too-loud country music rumbled outside. Cliff, obviously- he never made his presence a secret. It was almost funny how stereotypical he was.

"I think Cliff's here." Damien got up, stretching.

Rowan breathed a quiet sigh of relief. "Thank God… let's go meet him." He grabbed his crutches and pulled himself to his feet.

Before either of them could take more than a few steps, Cliff opened the front door and stepped inside. "Hey, y'all home?" He called.

"Yeah, Cliff, we're in the living room." Damien responded, running his fingers through his hair.

Rowan stopped in his tracks and shifted a bit to be more comfortable on the crutches. "Hey, Cliff." He nodded his head in greeting once Cliff was in the living room.

Cliff put up a hand in a still wave. "Hey."

"Since you're already here– I'm just gonna go now, can't be too careful." Damien grabbed his car keys from the kitchen counter, waving to the two. "I'll see you guys later!" With that, he hurried out the door.

Rowan waved and sighed. Once Damien was gone, he glanced up at Cliff nervously. "So, uh… it's been a while since we've seen each other, huh?"

"Yeah. Hear shit's been rough for ya." Cliff shook his head. "How ya been holdin' up?"

Rowan nodded a bit. "It… uh… yeah, it's been rough. The whole not being able to be alone thing has gotten worse, so… that's fantastic."

"Hot damn." Cliff shook his head. "Gol-ly, man, that sucks. I'm sorry."

Rowan shrugged. "I… uh… don't know how much Damien told you, but I had to go to a sorta mental hospital for a while because I kinda… um… zoned out and shredded my arms when Damien went to school…"

"Jesus- he- no, he didn't. Just said you were in the hospital for a while. Didn't say what for." Cliff shook his head. "Jesus.."

"Yeah, it got pretty bad… my parents really fucked me up, didn't they?" Rowan laughed weakly, pulling up his sleeves to examine the partially healed wounds.

Cliff actively avoided looking at the wounds. "Guesso. Whatcha been doin' since ya got back?"

"Um… Damien and I watched some TV. That's about it, to be honest. I haven't been back for long." Rowan shrugged and pulled his sleeves back down.

"Alrigh' alrigh'. What'cha wanna do?" Cliff's thick Southern drawl rolled off his gruff voice. "I'm good with anythin', really."

"Um… it doesn't matter too much to me… I just know I'm not really supposed to be alone. We can watch TV if you want?"

"Yeah. Sure." Cliff sat down on the couch with a slight grunt, taking off his baseball hat for a moment to run his fingers through his choppy short hair. "You can choose, I don't really got a preference."

"Alright…" Rowan picked up the remote and turned on some random sports channel. He didn't particularly care about it, but he figured Cliff would like it.

Yeah, Rowan was right. Cliff was a big sports guy, and he was clearly interested as soon as he caught eye of the program.