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Jan 21, 2011 20:59

Where: Hoover Hall, room 605
When: Mid-Afternoon
Who: Miguel and Tulio (Tulio and Miguel! Mighty and powerful gods)
What: Moving in
Warnings: Prepare your Linkin Park playlists, here comes angst.

( It's good to be back. )

r: tulio, p: miguel

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hoooly_ship January 22 2011, 02:11:17 UTC

Poor Tulio. He had been nursing his hangover from yesterdays drinking binge and certainly wasn't expecting any noise to happen in his suite. The huge blanket-pile on one of those beds? Tulio had been underneath it. When he heard the familiar twang of Miguel's guitar he instantly woke up.

He felt less sick than he did a few hours earlier, but either now he was hallucinating or someone really was playing Miguel's mandolin. Badly. Maybe it was Lilo, he never did keep that door locked.

Pulling himself out of bed, he tugged on his pants and a shirt. As he walked to Miguel's room he attempted to smooth out his bed-head, but stopped when he noticed who was in said room. Initially he wanted to be furious and flip out and yell at him but... after the mist experience he was just happy to see him alive.

"Hey you." He grinned, leaning against the frame of the door with his hip. He folded his arms across his chest, playing it cool when really all he wanted to do was swoop him up into a huge hug.

tuff2bagod January 22 2011, 02:14:06 UTC

Miguel spun around in the middle of tuning his instrument. There was a tall, dark, handsome stranger standing in his doorway.

Could be worse.

"Hello," he said, smiling brightly and strumming another slightly-more-in-tune chord.

hoooly_ship January 22 2011, 02:19:05 UTC

'Hello' wasn't good enough. Just hearing his voice was enough to make his heart ache. He had been so worried for him-- for weeks-- and here he was acting like nothing had ever happened.

His brows furrowed a little as a slow throb of anger began to form in his head. "So are you going to tell me where the Hell you've been?"

tuff2bagod January 22 2011, 02:25:09 UTC

Well, that was an interesting mood swing. Miguel swallowed but kept his composure, plucking out a few more notes on his mandolin as he responded.

"Don't you think it would be more prudent to start with names? Here, for example-"

He bowed, throwing his arms out to either side and bending neatly in half.

"I'm Miguel," he said as he straightened. "And you?"

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