Part 2.2

[aphanon_dr]

W-whoops, sorry about that. Enjoy the second part of the.... second part! :D

Won't be around as often, so feel free to do your own comment spamming to spread out the heavy threads over several pages.

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[greciangod]

[thought he heard something in the kitchen, but waits until a commercial to go check]

...?

[glares at your note]



[goes back to the living room]

[attaturk]

[comes back down smelling faintly of cologne and bypasses the living room to check the fridge]

[raises an eye at the new note and quickly scrawls out another]



[Opens the fridge. Huh, so there really isn't anything much in there...]

[feels for his wallet and realizes he must have left it upstairs - heads back towards the stairs, but sticks his head into the living room for a second on the way]

Oi! Hell d'you want for dinner?

[and he's gone again]

[greciangod]

[so caught up in an episode of Aşk-ı Memnu that he barely registered your voice]

...

...

...what?

[luckily another commercial break comes up, and he gets up to look for you]

What did you say...?

[spots the new post-it and wanders over there instead]

μαλακίες Bullshit. I know it was you.



[quickly goes back to the television before the commercial break is over]

[attaturk]

[takes him too long to find his wallet and-- where the hell'd he put his cell phone?!]

[eventually locates both and back down the stairs he goes, heading to the kitchen first to pick up his keys, fully intending to chastise you on not even having moved since he asked you a question, but there's a new note...]

Ch!



[puts up his own and and walks back to the living room]

Bastard, asked what the hell ya want for--!!

[ooh, is that Aşk-ı Memnu? Kıvanç Tatlıtuğ is only the sexiest Turk alive!]

...Dinner.

[takes a seat, not even looking at you]

[greciangod]

[barely notices you, eyes glued to the screen]

...

...

...huh?

gushiest mental

[attaturk]

Shut it!

[blindly swats at you without looking away from the television - this is his version of Brad Pitt here, you can't talk over him]

[greciangod]

[gets hit on the arm and swats back, also unwilling to look away]

Shh!

[attaturk]

[pushes your arm out of his face - he can't see damn it!]

Huh!

[greciangod]

[hey, that was unnecessary]

I said shh!

[grabs a couch pillow sitting next to him and swings it at you]

[attaturk]

[direct hit!]

The hell?!

[grabs it up and shoves it at your face to obstruct your view]

Quit talkin'!

[greciangod]

[shoves back, trying to follow the story while wrestling over the pillow]

You're the one talking!

[attaturk]

[keeps glancing back over to the screen in between shoves]

Jus' said somethin'! So shut it!

[greciangod]

You're still talking!

[gives up on the shoving and just tries to hold the pillow in place so it doesn't obstruct his view]

[attaturk]

Am not!

[pushes the pillow once, but since you're not fighting back anymore, lets it drop and sits quietly again]

[greciangod]

Are too!

[keeps a hand on the pillow just in case, but since you're sitting quietly, so does he, allowing the drama to suck him in completely until once again]

[attaturk]

[grumbles an indistinct insult, but can't do anything to retaliate since you've quieted down as well]

[falls back into the plot almost forgetting he has company]