Scott has been bored these past few days. And today, not even Steve is there to quell the boredom. So Scott went rifling through the movie selection and pulled out something that caught his eye - something that he'd never watch while Steve was around.

He looks around over his shoulder as he pops the movie in and sinks into the couch. As it starts ( Read more... )

Scott is stomping back towards his house, pure fury practically radiating from him. He's soaking wet and holding two splintered pieces of what used to be a whole surfboard. He flies to the backyard and throws the surfboard on the ground, grabbing up the axe laying nearby. He grunts as he brings the axe down on the surfboard, sending wood splinters

Scott watches as Steve paces all around the house, mumbling angrily to himself. He had practically had to chase Steve home after the secrets post, and then had to watch as the man tore the house apart, searching for God-knows-what. Scott had weakly tried to remind him that the picture wasn't there anymore, but he had gotten a dismissive wave for ( Read more... )

Scott bounds up to Rose's front porch, grinning all the while. When Steve told him that Rose was coming for Christmas dinner, he was happy as could be. Rose was such a nice lady, and he didn't want her to be all alone for Christmas. That would've sucked.

So he's bouncing on his feet as he raps sharply on the door, excited to speak with her.

Scott is in a bad mood. His friend Boone was missing, it was raining in spurts today, so that every time he tried to go outside, he was forced back in by the weather. It's not like he was working without Boone anyways, but he HATES being cooped up in the house ( Read more... )

Scott lets his hammer swing down one more time before tossing it to the ground. He reaches up, wiping his brow, and surveying the patch job he just did on the floor. Not too shabby. He stands, putting his weight on it, bouncing a little. All seems solid, and he doesn't crash through to the basement of the barn, so he considers it a job well done.

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While Scott was off today, on this lovely Saturday, he wasn't napping on the couch like he usually did. No, today he had to clean the gutters. The last time it rained, the gutters were so full of leaves that they had overflowed and leaked down into the usually hardy roof, leaving trails of rainwater tracking down their wall. Steve had NOT been ( Read more... )

Scott exits the bathroom, freshly showered and warm. He's in his favorite sweats and sweater - it was a cooler night tonight, more than likely brought on by all the rain they'd been having.

Scott flops on the couch, yawning. He stretches out on the full length of it, yawning, and grabs at the book on the coffee table. He tries leafing through it a ( Read more... )

Scott runs as fast as he can, his hand held over his head in a futile effort to keep himself dry. At this point, however, it isn't doing him any good, considering he's already soaked to the bone. The rain was falling fast and heavy, making it difficult to see as he dashes back to his house.

Finally seeing the bright yellow gleaming through the rain ( Read more... )

Scott wearily opens the door to his house, dragging his feet, his head full of tired cobwebs. He had been working for nearly 13 straight hours, and didn't think to pack himself a lunch... or dinner, for that matter.

He slumps into the kitchen feeling heavy and sluggish and sore. He opens the fridge and peers inside blearily, noticing anew his bloody ( Read more... )