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[for Jamie]
This dating thing was all starting to drive Tony a little bit crazy. It wasn't that he didn't like Jamie, or didn't want to go through with this. It wasn't even that he minded the dates themselves. They were weird in their way, but nice. It was nice just spending time with Jamie. It wasn't always easy, especially the talking about himself bits ( Read more... ) -
[for jamie]
Waking with a hangover wasn't the best start to the day. Remembering the conversation of the night before with Jamie, remembering that he'd asked him on a date -- no, practically begged him to go on a date -- and Jamie's lacklustre response? It made it worse. Much worse ( Read more... ) -
[for jamie]
Tony wasn't happy. Alright, saying he wasn't happy was actually a bit of an understatement. He was pissed off. And the kicker was, he was mostly pissed off at himself ( Read more... ) -
[for Jamie]
Sleep was eluding Tony, along with a whole lot of other things it would seem. Peace of mind, for one. He wasn't sure how many times he'd paced around the inside of their hut in his boxers and tshirt. He wasn't sure how long he'd lain in their bed, tossing and turning. It seemed way too big, and way too empty. Playing his fight with Jamie over ( Read more... ) -
[for Jamie - date]
On the list of things that Tony and Jamie had never done, going on a date was right near the top. Of course, Craphole Island as Jamie so affectionately called it, wasn't really ideal date material. No restaurants, no theatres, no cocktail bars. Tony would just have to make do ( Read more... ) -
[for Jamie-post truthiness]
A fight with McDoofus and a talk with Abs later, and Tony had finally gotten to sleep. Only it really wasn't as easy as all of that. He'd tossed and turned, and after a few hours of listening to Abby grumble every time he flipped over, Tony slid out of bed. Slipping his shirt and his shoes back on, he closed the doors carefully behind him, not ( Read more... ) -
[Truthplot - for Abby and Tim - seperately]
What a day. In fact, what a weekend. Saturday had been bad enough, but Tony had muddled through as best he could. Today, man, that had brought entirely new challenges, and new problems.
Like the fact you walked out on Jamie. The fact that you really believe what you said. You can't ignore the truth, and you can't pretend that all this stuff ( Read more... ) -
[for Jamie]
It was a pretty good day, all things considered. Their new hut finished, Tony had spent a good part of the afternoon dragging his stuff over here. It wasn't like he had piles of stuff, no one did on the island. A box with clothes that doubled as bench, a small table, clothes, candles, his books. Some of it had been built or collected by the ( Read more... ) -
[truth plot pre-play - jamie]
Honestly tony hadn't noticed anything different about that morning. He'd stumbled out of bed before Jamie, he always did it seemed, and gone for a jog and a swim. He was still getting his head around the whole living together thing, and overall he thought that he liked it. It was good. Terrifying a little, but good ( Read more... )