meme 01

[iceberry]

HURT/COMFORT RP MEME

ABOUT: "Hurt/comfort is a fan fiction genre that involves the physical pain or emotional distress of one character, who is cared for by another character. The injury, sickness or other kind of hurt allows an exploration of the characters and their relationship."
The rules are simple! Simple as in 'just like every other roleplay

Comments

Rolled a 5... pfft

[dukefuckinwayne]

[Rocco held up a bag, no doubt full of booze for the night as he flashed a grin.] C'mon, Murph', you ready for tonight? Got booze, got some movies, and a pizza is on the way. Think we're all set.

LMAO get ready for whiny!Murphy

[4_thee_my_lord]

*Murphy is sitting out on the fire escape, hair messy and greasy-looking, a shiner decorating his right eye*

*He smokes quietly, not even aknowledging his best friend when he cheerfully announces himself in the loft.*

Pffft, he'll try to fix it! .... with booze.

[dukefuckinwayne]

Murph'? [He looked around curiously, setting down the bag he had and finally finding the other on the fire escape.

Shit, he looked kinda bad.]

You, uh, okay there, man? The hell happened to your eye? [He looked around. Well, Connor wasn't there was he?] You and Connor get into some kinda fight?

And that's exactl why they're best buds <3

[4_thee_my_lord]

Don't matter. *the smoke mixed with his puffy breath in the cold. He cleared his throat before speaking again.* Yeh should go now, Roc'.

Pfft, of course!

[dukefuckinwayne]

[That expression on his face turned a little worried as he approached the other, lighting a cigarette of his own.] Nah, I don't think I should. Not until I figure out why you're moping around, you know? The fuck you two fight about anyway?

[4_thee_my_lord]

*Moping. Exactly what Connor had said he was doing, the fucking bastard* Fuck off.

None of yer-- *Fuck, his voice did not break. No. Scrunching up his face, Murphy rubbed his forehead with the back of his hand, as if trying to whipe away the thoughts that had been driving him insane for the last couple of hours* None of yer fucken' business.

[dukefuckinwayne]

Hey... [He gave a concerned look when he heard his voice crack. Pausing to grab a couple beers, he went over to pass one to Murphy.]

Then we don't have to talk about it. Let's get drunk.

[4_thee_my_lord]

*his cigarette was dying here, so, he put the remains of it down pressing the dogend againts the wall next to him, flicking it down the street later.*

*When Rocco joined him again, he grabbed the beer he offered* ... Yeh got somethin' stronger than smokes?

[dukefuckinwayne]

What do you mean? [He hesitated.] Like what the fuck do you want?

[He took a sip of his beer.] What, fuckin' weed or something? That's your answer?

[4_thee_my_lord]

*Tipping his head back, he took a long sip of beer, considering his words.*

Aye, I'm in the fucken' mood.

[dukefuckinwayne]

I can give you some. [He shrugged.] It ain't gonna be free though, man. Gotta tell me what's got into you first.

[4_thee_my_lord]

*he glared at the other, taking his time to down the beer in a couple more goes. Once he was done, he threw the can down to the street, to follow his cigarette*

Fuck yeh.

[dukefuckinwayne]

No, fuck you, Murph'. Here I am trying to help you out and you're just sulking and wanting my fuckin' weed. [He let out a sigh, reaching in his pocket to pull out what the other fucking wanted then because fuck it, he was never good at saying no to them anyway.]

Here, take it, man.

[4_thee_my_lord]

*He ignored the reproaches and quickly grabbed for the bag of joints. This was perfect, he needed something to relax, to make him forget. Booze wasn't helping, hopefully weed would be enough.*

*Lighting up one, he took a couple of drags, puffing out the smoke and sighing, as a question begged to get out of his chest*

.... Have yeh seen Connor?

[dukefuckinwayne]

Nah, I haven't. [He leaned back, watching the other closely for a few minutes.]

Did you two have a pretty big fight?

[4_thee_my_lord]

*There was a knot inside his chest, pulling and getting tighter every time he thought of his twin.*

*He stared at the darkness under them, turning away from it to offer the joint to Rocco.* Aye... Haven't heard a word from him since yesterday.