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could be better... could be worse
anonymous
July 17 2009, 20:29:45 UTC
“Look, I said I was sorry! I thought I’d put it up, really!” Pleading muffled through a door.
“You did.” Amused baritone.
“Not helping!” A hiss.
A low chuckle.
Armand’s face was burning and it was a wonder he didn’t simply burst into flames there on the spot. Looking back, he had seen the little sign on the door, but he’d been so tired he hadn’t even registered it. It wasn’t Tony’s fault, really. And too be fair, he’d probably frightened his flatmate just as badly as he’d been shocked. He stifled a hysterical giggle behind his hand.
What was the saying? “they’re more frightened of you and you are of them” or something.
“Armand?” That muffled voice again. He finally realized it was Tony. “Can we at least talk about it? Like adults? Or say something to let me know you haven’t passed out?” That sounded like a simple, rational idea.
“You should just leave him be.” That meant the other voice was … and he and Tony had been… they were both consenting adults.
At least it looked like Tony had been ‘consenting’ a great deal.
Oh god.
That giggle that had been threatening finally spilled forth and he couldn’t help it. He was laughing, and sliding down to sit on the floor of the tiny room he’d run into. He didn’t even know why he’d done so. This was silly. this was Tony for heaven’s sake. He’d seen Tony in the nude before. Though … not like that.
A head shake. He could deal with this. This would be alright.
“Alright.” His voice sounded a lot stronger in his head. “You had best both be clothed though, or I’m not coming out of this closet.”
For some strange reason that seemed to send Tony and his … companion into a fit of laughter themselves...
“You did.” Amused baritone.
“Not helping!” A hiss.
A low chuckle.
Armand’s face was burning and it was a wonder he didn’t simply burst into flames there on the spot. Looking back, he had seen the little sign on the door, but he’d been so tired he hadn’t even registered it. It wasn’t Tony’s fault, really. And too be fair, he’d probably frightened his flatmate just as badly as he’d been shocked. He stifled a hysterical giggle behind his hand.
What was the saying? “they’re more frightened of you and you are of them” or something.
“Armand?” That muffled voice again. He finally realized it was Tony. “Can we at least talk about it? Like adults? Or say something to let me know you haven’t passed out?” That sounded like a simple, rational idea.
“You should just leave him be.” That meant the other voice was … and he and Tony had been… they were both consenting adults.
At least it looked like Tony had been ‘consenting’ a great deal.
Oh god.
That giggle that had been threatening finally spilled forth and he couldn’t help it. He was laughing, and sliding down to sit on the floor of the tiny room he’d run into. He didn’t even know why he’d done so. This was silly. this was Tony for heaven’s sake. He’d seen Tony in the nude before. Though … not like that.
A head shake. He could deal with this. This would be alright.
“Alright.” His voice sounded a lot stronger in his head. “You had best both be clothed though, or I’m not coming out of this closet.”
For some strange reason that seemed to send Tony and his … companion into a fit of laughter themselves...
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