☆-- a place to lay your head. (Closed) - COMPLETE
WHO: Rude (expert_stoic), Reno (stray_redbird).
WHAT: Hitting a bump, thanks so somebody's big mouth.
WHERE: Reno and Rude's apartment.
WHEN: After Reno's proud declaration.
It was hard to tell if a quiet guy was ignoring you, or just being a quiet guy. Usually, with Rude, it was the second, and Reno wasn't exactly sure what was giving him the feeling that it was otherwise recently.
It probably had something to do with the fact that Reno had been especially mouthy lately. Elena had suggested apologizing. But, of course, the redhead himself had different ideas. There was nothing wrong with messing around a little, not when it was Rude anyways, right? Rude, who almost always forgave Reno's little mischievous ventures. Reno couldn't help but be tempted to push sometimes, to see just how much he could fuck up and still come home to the same rituals of Reno and Rude, Rude and Reno.
The world should have stopped when things weren't right between them. But instead, life went on, and Reno snuck out to walk the dog.
Peanut wasn't exactly house trained yet, but undeterred, had a special hobby of peeing on anything of remote interest. He would find a nice corner, do his business, then wag his tail proudly up at his owner. It would be nearly an hour of this, and maybe a poo or two, before Reno and Peanut came wandering back home.
Reno scooped up an armful of Rottweiler before quietly opening the door to his apartment, glancing around inside for signs of Rude. He wasn't exactly in the mood for a confrontation, or even the inkling of guilt that whatever little itsy bits of conscience he had pushed on him. Maybe he could make it from the door to his bedroom without being noticed.
WHAT: Hitting a bump, thanks so somebody's big mouth.
WHERE: Reno and Rude's apartment.
WHEN: After Reno's proud declaration.
It was hard to tell if a quiet guy was ignoring you, or just being a quiet guy. Usually, with Rude, it was the second, and Reno wasn't exactly sure what was giving him the feeling that it was otherwise recently.
It probably had something to do with the fact that Reno had been especially mouthy lately. Elena had suggested apologizing. But, of course, the redhead himself had different ideas. There was nothing wrong with messing around a little, not when it was Rude anyways, right? Rude, who almost always forgave Reno's little mischievous ventures. Reno couldn't help but be tempted to push sometimes, to see just how much he could fuck up and still come home to the same rituals of Reno and Rude, Rude and Reno.
The world should have stopped when things weren't right between them. But instead, life went on, and Reno snuck out to walk the dog.
Peanut wasn't exactly house trained yet, but undeterred, had a special hobby of peeing on anything of remote interest. He would find a nice corner, do his business, then wag his tail proudly up at his owner. It would be nearly an hour of this, and maybe a poo or two, before Reno and Peanut came wandering back home.
Reno scooped up an armful of Rottweiler before quietly opening the door to his apartment, glancing around inside for signs of Rude. He wasn't exactly in the mood for a confrontation, or even the inkling of guilt that whatever little itsy bits of conscience he had pushed on him. Maybe he could make it from the door to his bedroom without being noticed.