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It's Only Manly Because It's You

Aug 29, 2009 19:30

WHO: Raivis, Logan, Mr. Biff Manlington (?)
WHEN: Saturday 29th, evening-ish
WHERE: Raivis's apartment
WHAT: The cleaning's been done, the room's all set up- There's just that little issue of furniture...

( Can you feel it coming in the air tonight? )

"hanging out", what are personal boundaries?, status: complete, latvia, real men have chest hair, can you feel teh ghey tonight?, loldrunks, australia

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This is Bottler (excellent)! brawldownunder August 30 2009, 22:34:37 UTC

Logan grabbed his duffel bag, the only bag he brought to America filled with only the necessities, and with Biff on his shoulder, they said goodbye to the musty motel, handed the keys to the manager, and headed off towards the streets ( ... )

O-oh D-dear... man_nav_naudas August 31 2009, 00:18:12 UTC

A quivering mess Raivis, indeed, was as he ripped off his bandanna and tangled his fingers in the knot of his apron.

Ohgodohgodohgod. He desperately tugged at it and managed to get it loose even as his accursed instinct for Polite dictated his free hand to turn the knob for 'Open'.

The boy was still struggling with the fabric when he caught sight of Logan, and upon fixating on the rather cute koala seated on a broad shoulder Raivis was otherwise determinedly trying not to stare at how... well, much more built the man was than he recalled, he had a few good seconds of stunned silence before he offered a shaky smile and a shy, stuttering string of, "H-h-h-hello, M-m-mister M-m-matlock, r-right? C-c-come i-in-"

grouse(great) place you have here!!! brawldownunder August 31 2009, 01:01:24 UTC

Logan's grin widened when the young man opened the door and he grabbed Raivis' small hand, shaking it vigorously ( ... )

Th-thank you... I-I t-t-try... man_nav_naudas August 31 2009, 01:21:47 UTC

Those... those buttons...

Was this man real, or was this some sort of bizarre romance novel hero come stampeding straight from the pages of his books?

Raivis tried not to flush and panic at the strength of the handshake and dutifully did his best to stop shaking. The Australian was certainly friendly enough- jovial, even, with the knee slapping laughter and the twinkling eyes. When asked for a tour, settling Raivis with a stare, thoughts of 'wow... those eyebrows', 'how does he even keep that shirt on' and 'is that animal dead' screeched to a loud, resonant halt. He had to back up, stick it in neutral then park on the concept.

Very carefully, he finally removed his apron, folding it as he glanced toward Logan's room. "A-ahh! J-ja! O-of c-c-course! Th-this is the u-umm... the l-living r-room. Th-that c-case o-over th-there is y-yours...th-there i-isn't any t-television, I-I d-do apologize f-for that... b-but ( ... )

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Bahaha Bit of Wild side to you, eh mate? brawldownunder September 3 2009, 06:22:43 UTC

Logan burst out laughing, not mockingly, but in good humor ( ... )

W-well... m-maybe m-more like 'M-mildy Untamed'... man_nav_naudas September 3 2009, 12:05:22 UTC

Bad idea. It was a bad idea. That is very much what he would like to have said- politely, of course- but the low melodic timber of Logan's voice, that smirk, and the itching, persistent wanting for at least one more stopped Raivis's mouth from working properly.

At least until he managed to look the man in the eyes and hear himself stutter profusely, "A-a-alright... I-I-I a-accept- o-only c-condition is w-w-we k-keep it i-inside."

He had no intention of ending up like the perpetually inebriated man that lurked on the streets below his balcony.

He did, however, have every intent of avoiding having to wrestle with Biff- because he really wondered how much strength lay hidden beneath that fuzzy exterior, stopping his stupid flushing -though it could have been the alcohol? He wasn't a teenage schoolgirl, dammit, and possibly winning this psuedo-competition. Being challenged about how much he could drink made something in him balk at the thought of losing- the answer was a lot and though Toris had seen him quite plastered several nights ( ... )

BAHahahahahahaha!! ENDLESS BOTTLES OF BEER brawldownunder September 4 2009, 05:27:41 UTC

Logan burst out laughing, clutching at his stomach, as the younger male began downing drink after drink until he was on level footing with the Australian ( ... )

E-ENDLESS HOURS OF FUN YOU MEAN~ man_nav_naudas September 4 2009, 06:12:58 UTC

Good, maybe. Perhaps. But not good enough. Raivis was unmistakably tipsy. He was well aware that the room was tipping sideways and in order to adjust to that, he leaned as Logan leaned, laughing lightly at the fact that such contact no longer perturbed him as much as it probably should have.

How much had he consumed? Was he winning or losing? Logan was obviously at least vaguely buzzed... Was this a good idea? Why was the man looking at him as though he'd accomplished some amazing, impossible task? Why wasn't the air conditioning working? What was Biff doing all alone in that empty, empty room? Why did Logan remind him of a firm albeit oddly comfortable head rest?

Why couldn't he just stop asking questions to himself and start asking someone who could answer?

Raivis rolled his eyes, glancing sideways at the person supporting him about as much as he was supporting the other with a sheepish smile. "N-ne, ne," He felt the chuckling vibrate out into his speech. "N-nothing about m-me... I-I'm j-just R-raivis. Y-you t-tell me m-more ( ... )

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brawldownunder September 13 2009, 21:12:55 UTC

Logan was shocked for a moment or two in hazy, drunken stupor (and yes he admitted he had transcended from tipsy to drunk seeing as there were two Raivis' pointing a finger at him). It seemed in his effort to loosen up his new room mate, he had managed to provoke him in the process.

The shock quickly resided and excitement took over as he slightly sobered up, the probability of a fight always seemed to alert his senses. He stood up as quickly as his inebriated head allowed and looked at Raivis. He leaned back as he stood, a hand tucked in his pocket and his head cocked to the side with a smug and cocky smirk on his face (a turn of lips he only reserved for his challengers, human and not).

"Well then mate," Logan said as he swept his free hand in front of him, "show me."

man_nav_naudas September 13 2009, 21:32:57 UTC

Well..., Raivis thought, as he found himself carried forward by a strange and alien momentum very probably called 'inebriation', Well.

He wasn't entirely certain what he'd been aiming to do with that, because by all means, he never considered himself a violent or conflict lusting individual... if he thought about the amount of times he'd ever physically assaulted someone- at least, the times he could remember...- then it would take only one hand and not all of the fingers to count them.

He was partially amazed that his charge managed to make Logan stumble at least so in the assumption that maybe if he kept going, he might succeed at more, he kept pushing at the wall of muscle with teeth clenched in determination and wirey frame leaned in.

brawldownunder September 13 2009, 22:34:17 UTC

Logan braced himself when Raivis attempted to tackle him, already under the impression that the shorter man could not possibly knock him over.

However Logan did not take into account the loose laces on his boots which he promptly tripped over as he took a step back, falling back with an "oof", Raivis landing on top of him.

He ignored how his new view of the ceiling was spinning as his instincts took over and he strongly grabbed Raivis' arms and rolled over, pinning the younger bloke under him.

His breathing was ragged, perhaps because of the temperature of the room or the adrenaline rush, and he stated with a raised eyebrow "I see, you're studier than I presumed mate." He then laughed amiably, not taking notice how his beer breathe hit Raivis in the face, causing the boy to wrinkle his nose.

man_nav_naudas September 13 2009, 23:11:41 UTC

Admittedly, Raivis knew his was probably not much better, breathing harshly himself as he wriggled and writhed for freedom. If there was anything he could do well in a fight- honed from years of pestering cousins- it was escape.

The pressure on his arms, however, was proving to be a bit too much and Raivis bit back a laugh at how ridiculous everything was. "W-well, I-I know I-I'm sh-short b-b-but that d-doesn't m-mean I-I'm-" Oh to hell with words-

He arched his back, wrapped his legs around Logan's waist and twisted with as much strength as he had, managing to twist them around so that Logan was the one on his back and Raivis was quite victoriously perched on top.

Nice as that was, the effort had been... probably more than he should have put in. It was much much harder to breathe now, and though he was smirking down at his roommate, he could hear his own panting loud and clear.

ooc: It seems they're both enjoying this a little too much (not that I'm complaining~) brawldownunder September 16 2009, 03:58:19 UTC

Laughter bubbled from Logan's throat, his stomach shaking and causing Raivis to shake and bounce along with it. Once the laughter died down to quiet chuckles, Logan looked up at the blond male determinedly and growled lowly in the back of his throat before launching himself at Raivis. They rolled on the floor for a while, Raivis able to slip out of Logan's grip with surprising dexterity which of course made Logan grin wider becuase this bloke was proving to be a damn good sparring partner.

They were standing at one point, and Logan took the opportunity to knock his opponents feet out from under him. Before Raivis could catch his fall, Logan grabbed his roommate's arm and tossed him across the room with practiced ease, Raivis luckily landing on the couch although none too gracefully. Logan moved to stand at the edge of the couch, a triumphant look on his face.

"That was fun mate! Maybe you don't need that training after all, you seem to handle yourself pretty well!"

Ooc: Too much or not enough- wait, what~? (Complain? Not at all~) man_nav_naudas September 16 2009, 06:12:53 UTC

The youth on the couch was certainly winded, wheezing with heavy, erratic panting as he remained where he had sprawled in landing. There was a silly grin on his boyish, soft features, and it only broadened at the praise.

Trembling, a thumbs up was produced, partially lifted up before the rest of the arm flopped back down.

For a brief, terrifyingly sober moment, Logan thought his companion had abruptly lapsed into seizures of a sort- another moment still, and he realized that all was well.

Raivis had merely began to laugh. "F-forshi! Paldies, y-y-you... h-haha~! You a-are v-very f-fun as w-well!"

He'd been fairly certain he'd meant to say 'strong', but the sensation of drunken mirth was potent and he found no reason why he shouldn't revel in it.

Cheerfully, Raivis gestured for Logan to join him with a partially limp-wristed hand.

((Forshi- Latvian for 'cool!' and Paldies, 'thank you'))

ooc: Oh Gezz this is late, SORRY brawldownunder September 20 2009, 07:25:56 UTC

Logan chuckled quietly to himself as he made his way around the couch and to Raivis' side. The male was sprawled across the couch, no room for Logan to squeeze in, so the burly man just plopped himself on the floor, legs crossed ( ... )

ooc: Noo problem whatsoever, bb man_nav_naudas September 22 2009, 13:36:09 UTC

He felt the couch shift under movement, abruptly warmed at his side by a source he couldn't initially name until a lowering eyelid raised just a tad and he saw that Raivis had slid off the cushions to wordlessly join him on the floor. Though the world had become blurred, there was no mistaking that gentle, tired smile on the boy's soft featured face and as Logan began drifting back off to a blissful, beer induced slumber, he now had the additional comfort of a small, heated body curling up at his side, as good a makeshift blanket as any.

Raivis himself hardly gave the motion any conscious thought and after closing his own unfocused eyes, he let go a murmur of Latvian before joining his roommate in a sweet, sweet oblivion.

"Ar labu nakti...Logan..."

(('Good night', respectively))