In which George remembers that she has an LJ.
Oh, did you really think I forgot about you?
No, I didn't.
Just been busy making some tumblr friends.
Like a boss.
Going to slightly fill a prompt now.
This one
aka
{in which Hank gets set up on blind dates and complains about them to next-door-neighbor!Alex}
(I don't really know how to write about dates -seeing as I've never had one-
and I don't really know how to start it so can we just pretend
like the beginning of this fic starts out amazingly
and you felt like you have to have to have to read it?
-instead of this piece of bullshit I pulled together)
-----
Alex just happens to be taking the trash out.
No way was he spying on his neighbor.
No way had he watched as his absolutely adorkable neighbor come home from his date through the peep hole.
No way had he been listening really hard and waiting for any sign that THE neighbor was coming home.
No way had he taken out a bag of trash and left it next to his chair so he could use it as an excuse to be outside.
No way had he jumped up six different times and ran to his peep hole only to find out it wasn't him.
No way had he almost given up and not even got up the seventh time until he heard that very familiar yelp coming from outside.
No way had he shamelessly leapt up from his chair and almost bang his head on the door.
No way had he gotten a bit jealous when he saw how pretty the girl Hank was with.
No way had he bitten his tongue when he realized that girl was a guy.
No way had he fumbled his way back to the trashbag only to trip over the coffee table.
No way had he forgotten that Sean was there.
No way had Sean called him a love sick puppy.
Frankly, Alex doesn't know where these accusations come from.
Alex just happened to stumble in between Hank and this "Jean-Luc" guy.
Of course it wasn't on purpose.
Of course he hadn't seen the relieved look on Hank's face.
Of course he hadn't smirked when he saw Jean-Luc covered in trash.
And he most definitely did not feel his heart skip a beat when Hank let out a laugh.
"Oh, dude, I'm so sorry." Alex apologized, trying to hide a smile.
"This. Suit. Is. Custom-made. Georgio. Armani." Jean-Luc spat.
Hank let out a small laugh and Jean-Luc shot him what was -to Alex, anyways- the scariest look in the world. It was a smile, but the most menacing one you'd ever seen. It was angry, malicious, and just plain creepy at the same time. It was something you expected a serial killer to give you before they cut your stomach open and made you clean up your guts as they fell out of you whilst you died.
It was a smile that could give Erik's shark-toothed one a run for its money.
Hank shut up right away.
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More for later. I'm not feeling so hot right now.
[You're never hot, self]
Not in that sense. In the good sense.
I feel a bit sick. I think I'm gonna go watch Mulan.
That always cheers me up.
No, I didn't.
Just been busy making some tumblr friends.
Like a boss.
Going to slightly fill a prompt now.
This one
aka
{in which Hank gets set up on blind dates and complains about them to next-door-neighbor!Alex}
(I don't really know how to write about dates -seeing as I've never had one-
and I don't really know how to start it so can we just pretend
like the beginning of this fic starts out amazingly
and you felt like you have to have to have to read it?
-instead of this piece of bullshit I pulled together)
-----
Alex just happens to be taking the trash out.
No way was he spying on his neighbor.
No way had he watched as his absolutely adorkable neighbor come home from his date through the peep hole.
No way had he been listening really hard and waiting for any sign that THE neighbor was coming home.
No way had he taken out a bag of trash and left it next to his chair so he could use it as an excuse to be outside.
No way had he jumped up six different times and ran to his peep hole only to find out it wasn't him.
No way had he almost given up and not even got up the seventh time until he heard that very familiar yelp coming from outside.
No way had he shamelessly leapt up from his chair and almost bang his head on the door.
No way had he gotten a bit jealous when he saw how pretty the girl Hank was with.
No way had he bitten his tongue when he realized that girl was a guy.
No way had he fumbled his way back to the trashbag only to trip over the coffee table.
No way had he forgotten that Sean was there.
No way had Sean called him a love sick puppy.
Frankly, Alex doesn't know where these accusations come from.
Alex just happened to stumble in between Hank and this "Jean-Luc" guy.
Of course it wasn't on purpose.
Of course he hadn't seen the relieved look on Hank's face.
Of course he hadn't smirked when he saw Jean-Luc covered in trash.
And he most definitely did not feel his heart skip a beat when Hank let out a laugh.
"Oh, dude, I'm so sorry." Alex apologized, trying to hide a smile.
"This. Suit. Is. Custom-made. Georgio. Armani." Jean-Luc spat.
Hank let out a small laugh and Jean-Luc shot him what was -to Alex, anyways- the scariest look in the world. It was a smile, but the most menacing one you'd ever seen. It was angry, malicious, and just plain creepy at the same time. It was something you expected a serial killer to give you before they cut your stomach open and made you clean up your guts as they fell out of you whilst you died.
It was a smile that could give Erik's shark-toothed one a run for its money.
Hank shut up right away.
----
More for later. I'm not feeling so hot right now.
[You're never hot, self]
Not in that sense. In the good sense.
I feel a bit sick. I think I'm gonna go watch Mulan.
That always cheers me up.