Who: Charles and Soubi
Where: Latimir 315
When: Night of Nov. 19
Rating: PG?
Summary: Charles is an insecure mess. :|
the log:
He was being replaced. Friends from home -- that dull but inoffensive girl, that annoying boy who acted like a child -- those would always take precedence over him. They'd already taken over his half of the room, even if it was only temporary.
Well. He didn't care, or so he told himself. They were idiots anyway, and he had no need for human friends.
And he didn't care that he apparently wasn't holding Soubi's interest anymore either, or that that post hadn't even really said that in the first place. Whatever. He didn't need to likable as long as he had loyalty in spite of it.
But that was all a lie.
Charles sat back on the bed, leaning back against the headboard, glaring down at the blue rose he held in his hand. A few moments of turning the stem between his fingers, and he bit off one of the outer petals, then another, each spat out with frustration onto the bed beside him.
Loyalty wasn't worth much anymore.