1992 Valencia Rd. - Late Saturday Night

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Reefside has been very peculiar lately, at least in terms of the weather. Earlier it had been sunny and beautiful, but sometime in the late evening the rain had set in. By this point it's a torrential downpour, a significant change from the drizzle it had been earlier

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[original_red]

Well, considering that Jason is standing outside in the cold and pouring rain, one would hope that he will succeed in waking him up.

He's employing the use of his loud knocks, again. It almost sounds as if someone's trying to -break the door down-, this time. His pockets are stuffed with rocks, in case he needs to play the old 'bounce rocks off a window' trick instead.

Hopefully he doesn't. Guy might be liable to break one.

[first_sixth]

The knocks register in Tommy's mind after a while of hearing them, but even once he recognises them for what they are, he's not entirely awake. He fumbles around on the bedside table for his glasses and, failing to find them, gives up.

"Coming! I'm coming, hold on!" The words are slurred with sleep, and Tommy has a brief moment of disorientation as he fights his way into a back robe. He is not going to the door in just a pair of loose sleeping trousers, no matter how desperate the person outside is.

He stumbles down the hall and through the living room, almost tripping over his slippers and banging his hip painfully into the corner of a table, and finally flips on the front light and opens the door. He squints at Jason with the bleary recognition of a man who is half asleep, has no glasses on, and is just a bit self-conscious about showing up at the door in a bathrobe, a pair of pants and hair sticking up in ways that would make any stylist commit suicide.

"Jase?"

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"Hi," Jason says. Before he can stop himself, he's starting to ramble... just a bit. "Don't let me in because I don't deserve it but I'm sorry about earlier I should have trusted you and I shouldn't have punched you and I'm sorry I should have thought it through and I was being a bad friend."

He's had far too long to think by himself, and it shows. Might want to stop him before he keeps going on.

[first_sixth]

Tommy blinks owlishly as Jason babbles, then seizes the opportunity presented when his friend finally pauses to breathe.

"Whoa, Jase, slow down... Come inside, warm up and get dry, and then we can talk. It's pouring out here." He glances down at Jason's pockets.

"But, uh... You might want to leave the rocks outside. My house isn't exactly made of glass, but the windows are."