For hoooly_ship

[tuff2bagod]

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.

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[hoooly_ship]

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]

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.

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'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]

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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"Genghis Khan of the Mongol Empire." He responded dryly before he threw out his hands and glared furiously at him.

"Yes, I know you're Miguel! I know you think you're funny too, but this isn't a game! The mist swallowed up the entire world, do you have any idea how freaked out I was?!"

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Miguel jumped back, clamping his mandolin against his chest.

"I'm going to guess... rather freaked out?"

He bit his lip as his gaze flicked across the room, searching for a quick exit in case the stranger got more violent. But wait a minute...

"How, exactly, do you know my name? Did the mouse tell you?"

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"You--"

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He leaned back with a heavy groan, slapping his hand on his forehead, then slowly running down his face.

"You know what? Go ahead. Just play these games. Life is just one big joke. No worries at all, right? Ha ha ha and all that. Why don't you just go back to Spain if you're going to be like that?! Say 'hi' to your sister for me."

He waved out a hand dismissively and turned to leave in a huff.

[tuff2bagod]

"Now, wait just a minute, Genghis!"

Miguel was pretty sure that wasn't this guy's real name, but it was all he had to go on at the moment. He set the mandolin down on the bed and took a bold step towards the stranger, stepping around to block him from leaving.

"How do you know where I'm from? And for that matter, how do you know my sister?"

He gestured at the stranger's chest, jabbing his index finger at the other man but not quite touching him. More disconcerting, he was actually frowning.

"Just who are you?"

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"Miguel. I'm serious. You have one last chance to tell me you're joking. I'm not kidding around."

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"What, and you think I'm not serious?"

Well, obviously. Miguel sighed.

"Sir, either I've done something to upset you, or you're severely confused. Possibly both. But if we're going to share living quarters, we're going to have to get along. And if we're going to get along-"

Miguel punctuated this last sentence with his angriest scowl.

"-you're going to have to explain just who you are and how you know my name, my origin, and my family."