pomegranates and sandwiches;
Characters: Arlington Jacob IV, Daniel Joel.
Setting: outside the peachcoke... mansion....
Summary: Joel is ~homesick~ and wants someone to talk to. Arlo eats a sandwich.
Warnings: They are yaois. hi
Maybe this was a bad idea.
Yeah, it probably was.
Daniel let out an irritated grunt as he proceeded to bite his fingernails, contemplating his situation. He had never been known to think before acting, and here came his lack of foresight to bite him in the butt. Yeah. Yeah. Knowing his luck, he probably just made a stupid move. Okay, so it may not be a big deal from someone else's perspective. Definitely not. But come on, really. Who becons people to come ~console~ them in the middle of the night? Girls, maybe. Sure, totally a girl thing. But guys don't do that, right?
Aw, who was he kidding. Pansies like him do. He figured he could always make a joke out of the whole ordeal, but then again, he wasn't really in the mood for it. And there was always the fact that its a lot harder to pretend you're happy in person than through texting. So, he guessed telling the truth was the only route. Well, not like it wasn't in the first place. Still, he was apprehensive about the whole thing. He didn't really know Jake that well. Sure, they were friends, but not for very long. Not to mention the whole freaky disappearing thing ... whatever. There was no point in regrets now.
He was really looking forward to that pomegrante.
Setting: outside the peachcoke... mansion....
Summary: Joel is ~homesick~ and wants someone to talk to. Arlo eats a sandwich.
Warnings: They are yaois. hi
Maybe this was a bad idea.
Yeah, it probably was.
Daniel let out an irritated grunt as he proceeded to bite his fingernails, contemplating his situation. He had never been known to think before acting, and here came his lack of foresight to bite him in the butt. Yeah. Yeah. Knowing his luck, he probably just made a stupid move. Okay, so it may not be a big deal from someone else's perspective. Definitely not. But come on, really. Who becons people to come ~console~ them in the middle of the night? Girls, maybe. Sure, totally a girl thing. But guys don't do that, right?
Aw, who was he kidding. Pansies like him do. He figured he could always make a joke out of the whole ordeal, but then again, he wasn't really in the mood for it. And there was always the fact that its a lot harder to pretend you're happy in person than through texting. So, he guessed telling the truth was the only route. Well, not like it wasn't in the first place. Still, he was apprehensive about the whole thing. He didn't really know Jake that well. Sure, they were friends, but not for very long. Not to mention the whole freaky disappearing thing ... whatever. There was no point in regrets now.
He was really looking forward to that pomegrante.