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Jared & Kyle | Tuesday afternoon (backdated)
Jared moves in with Kyle and proudly displays his new piercing and old vices.
In the past few months he had been living at the Mansion, Jared hadn't got a lot of new stuff, so he imagined it wouldn't need more than one single travel to move his belongings from his former room to the new one. That was basically his two travel bags filled with clothes and souvenirs from Nebraska and a box big enough to contain his bartender set, old magazines and whatever would fit in the bags.
His hands full, the only things left were his feet to pound on the suite's door. "Open up, man! I could use a hand out there!"
For once, Kyle had corralled the cat before he had to open the door. Shamu was contentedly munching on cat treats in Kyle's bedroom, with the door closed, totally unaware of his chance for Escape. "Dude, there’s a thing called making more than one trip." He said after opening the door. "Here, lemee take the box."
"That's called efficiency, bro!" he said, feeling the relief as he got rid of the box, hoping Kyle wouldn't actually look into it, noticing the bottles of Coricidin and his fraternity treasure box on top of it.
As his face was now visible, he stuck out his tongue, revealing a black pearl hanging on a silver stick. "So, what d'you think? Too much? I was kinda pissed off because of last night, so I did that this morning. The guy said my tongue should swell a bit, but so far so good..."
"... It's a tongue." Kyle said. "I dunno, just not into the whole poking holes in the things I eat with thing." Or getting holes poked in him in general. It wasn't fun. "But if it's working out for you, great. So your mouth isn't invulnerable no-touchy but the rest of you is? That's so weird."
Jared walked in the room, looking around, and dropped the bags. "It's basically skin-related. Wherever there's skin, I don't feel. And for the rest, well, you get the pictures... Eyes, nostrils, tongue..." Then he walked to Kyle to get his meds out of the box and also took out his pledge paddle with his Greek letters "TKE" carved on the front. "So, which one's my room?"
Kyle studiously ignored the frat ... thing. It probably had some kind of safe explanation, he just didn't want to know what it was. Instead he pointed towards the door that wasn't closed. "The one without the clawed up paint. No point in my fixing my door, I'd just scratch up the paint again and I have shit all for coordination when I'm half asleep."
"Cool!" Jared replied, taking the box in his room. A minute later, he was back with no shirt on, holding a framed picture in his mouth, a bottle of green melon liquor in one hand and the paddle in the other hand. Pointing the kitchen, he asked "Fridge?" while he was already walking that way to store the bottle. Back in the room, he looked around for a nice spot. "Do you mind if I put that in the living room? It's the only picture I have left..."
"Kitchen. There's a... dude, that is green. That is not like, a green found in nature. And if you hit me with that frat thing, I'm throwing you out the window." Kyle paused a second, to recall the question.
"And the picture's fine. There's a couple of hooks up leftover from Manny's stuff or I can get the toolbox out if you want it somewhere specific."
Jared struggled to set the frame straight but when he was done, he paused a moment to look at the picture and the inscription below. Brothers for life. Sometimes, he wished it was still true. Then he grabbed an energy drink can in his bag, and added: "There's nothing wrong with artificial stuff. Plus, it's just for a few cocktails like Clover Bombs. I usually get that before starting my shift." He smiled. "As for the paddle... It's only if you get too close..."
"Nothing should be that color and be consumed by people not named Carmilla Black." Kyle stated firmly. "And she drinks anti-freeze for fun." And probably profit now that he thought about it. "And I am not into dudes, so you're safe. Well, not dudes not named Jay Guthrie, and he's off being crazy and even that's totally complicated." And now that he was on the subject of food. "Which, dude, by the way, I am ... uh, call it like, allergic to eating anything with fake anything in it. Not that I'm gonna steal your food, but just so you know. On one hand, no way I will steal any of your food. On the other... uh... I can't see a downside to that for you.'
"Sure, you're not into dudes... until the next Jay whatever his name is!" he winked. "But that's cool, I'll just keep the pants on. And if not, I'll have the paddle..." Apparently, the whole tension from his last conversation with Kevin was not affecting him anymore. He was back to joking about anything. "And for food, we can have sushi. Natural and raw, all that you like. Or we can have a sleep over, with milk and cookies..."
"Dude, you can have any kind of food you want. I'm just sayin' that I eat weird sometimes." Kyle explained. "And there's no other Jay, and I'm not gonna hit on you." Yeah, frat boys were -weird-, he decided. Which made him really glad he'd never actually gone to any of the frat parties that some of his classmates kept talking up.
For a second, Jared thought 'I should have moved in with that Jean-Phillipe guy... At least he thinks I'm hot...' but that thought was somewhat discomforting. After all, it was not that bad in the end.
Still, he was not willing to let go of this whole Jay story. "So... Who broke up? Was it you?"
"Him. It's a long story, and I was sixteen and a total dumbass. And... then he left and came back and left and died and turned blue and yeah, you know that sounds pretty damn weird when I say it all at
once." Kyle explained, in a way that made him feel confused. "Nothing about this place is ever normal, you just kinda ... get used to it."
"So... here, there, back, dead, back again. You banged a blue gay zombie?" One thing for sure, Jared had no boundaries when it came to that. Why weight his words when talking to a bro? "That's gonna take years of therapy, just to get over that thought..." He reached his back pocket to get 2 tablets of Coricidin. Getting high was not so bad in these circumstances. Then he tossed the bottles filled with red tablets to Kyle, asking: "Skittles?"
Kyle caught the bottle, and tossed it back easily. "Allergic and what you'd probably call straight edge anyway. Without the being a dick about it part." He looked off towards the ceiling and shrugged. "Also you should probably watch that. Garrison's a cop, and we've got telepaths and doctors here. And a telepathic doctor. Eventually someone's gonna give you a world of shit."
Jared fell heavily on the couch and sighed. "Uh, not okay! I already gave up pot for you, I can do that for all my vices. And it's gonna be hard with you. You don't smoke, you don't drink, you eat natural... How are you so perfect and still living? Well, apart from the zombie stuff..."
"Dude, I don't give a crap if you pop pills or whatever, as long as I ain’t gotta smell it and as long as I don't get arrested because of you." Kyle said, with a shrug. "And most of that is because dude, the smell of cigarettes makes me want to puke, we're not even sure alcohol does anything to me and I can't eat anything with artificial stuff in it. I crap for hours." He pointed with a thumb towards the leather jacket hanging off the coatrack. "Dude. I go out about once a month and like, save the world and crap. The last time I got half my skin burned off. That is all the damn life-threatening stuff I need."
"Fine, I'll keep it outside! Happy?" He didn't want to upset his new roommate. He was just not used to live with someone who actually gives limits. Then, Jared approached the coatrack, his eyes and mouth wide open. Had he been stoned already, he would have been literally drooling. "Bro, I love leather, that's so hot!" He turned back to face Kyle. "I have to get one of these! Can you imagine how people would look at me when I go to work?"
"Pot outside. Everything else, just don't get me arrested. Been there, done that, hated it." Kyle said, with an obvious effort to keep the annoyed out of his voice. "And you know that whole X-Men plane under the basketball court, superheroes thing? That's how you get that jacket...” The idea of Jared attempting to join the team was slightly hilarious to Kyle. "Which is why my ass is going to be up at 5 tomorrow so I can go for a run before my stupid morning class."
"5? Dude, we'll have to work on that schedule. I mostly work night shift so, I usually go to bed around 3 or 4. Well, maybe I'll skip sleeping to go and run with you." He paused. Kyle had made a whole big thing about not being arrested and now, he just said he'd already been there. "No way!" He raised his eyebrows. "You've been to juvy?"
"I'm a morning person." Kyle said, with a grin. "Five's a little early for me, but I have a morning class this semester. I'm used to being quiet about it, I keep ending up with roommates who are night people. And yeah, spent about 3 months in juvy for stealing a car before I went all fangs and claws. The rest is kind of a really goddamn long story and the last thing I ever wanna do is getting in arrested again. It sucked."
"So I turn out to be living with the bad ass bro... That's just awesome." For that reason only, Jared was willing to make an effort and keep a low profile. At least for the moment, and for him, that was a big step.
"Well" he said, rubbing his hands together, "I'm gonna go unpack, or at least try to, 'cause the Skittles are just kickin' in and I'll probably need to lie down for a bit." He gave Kyle a semi-guilty smile. "It's just this time..."
In the past few months he had been living at the Mansion, Jared hadn't got a lot of new stuff, so he imagined it wouldn't need more than one single travel to move his belongings from his former room to the new one. That was basically his two travel bags filled with clothes and souvenirs from Nebraska and a box big enough to contain his bartender set, old magazines and whatever would fit in the bags.
His hands full, the only things left were his feet to pound on the suite's door. "Open up, man! I could use a hand out there!"
For once, Kyle had corralled the cat before he had to open the door. Shamu was contentedly munching on cat treats in Kyle's bedroom, with the door closed, totally unaware of his chance for Escape. "Dude, there’s a thing called making more than one trip." He said after opening the door. "Here, lemee take the box."
"That's called efficiency, bro!" he said, feeling the relief as he got rid of the box, hoping Kyle wouldn't actually look into it, noticing the bottles of Coricidin and his fraternity treasure box on top of it.
As his face was now visible, he stuck out his tongue, revealing a black pearl hanging on a silver stick. "So, what d'you think? Too much? I was kinda pissed off because of last night, so I did that this morning. The guy said my tongue should swell a bit, but so far so good..."
"... It's a tongue." Kyle said. "I dunno, just not into the whole poking holes in the things I eat with thing." Or getting holes poked in him in general. It wasn't fun. "But if it's working out for you, great. So your mouth isn't invulnerable no-touchy but the rest of you is? That's so weird."
Jared walked in the room, looking around, and dropped the bags. "It's basically skin-related. Wherever there's skin, I don't feel. And for the rest, well, you get the pictures... Eyes, nostrils, tongue..." Then he walked to Kyle to get his meds out of the box and also took out his pledge paddle with his Greek letters "TKE" carved on the front. "So, which one's my room?"
Kyle studiously ignored the frat ... thing. It probably had some kind of safe explanation, he just didn't want to know what it was. Instead he pointed towards the door that wasn't closed. "The one without the clawed up paint. No point in my fixing my door, I'd just scratch up the paint again and I have shit all for coordination when I'm half asleep."
"Cool!" Jared replied, taking the box in his room. A minute later, he was back with no shirt on, holding a framed picture in his mouth, a bottle of green melon liquor in one hand and the paddle in the other hand. Pointing the kitchen, he asked "Fridge?" while he was already walking that way to store the bottle. Back in the room, he looked around for a nice spot. "Do you mind if I put that in the living room? It's the only picture I have left..."
"Kitchen. There's a... dude, that is green. That is not like, a green found in nature. And if you hit me with that frat thing, I'm throwing you out the window." Kyle paused a second, to recall the question.
"And the picture's fine. There's a couple of hooks up leftover from Manny's stuff or I can get the toolbox out if you want it somewhere specific."
Jared struggled to set the frame straight but when he was done, he paused a moment to look at the picture and the inscription below. Brothers for life. Sometimes, he wished it was still true. Then he grabbed an energy drink can in his bag, and added: "There's nothing wrong with artificial stuff. Plus, it's just for a few cocktails like Clover Bombs. I usually get that before starting my shift." He smiled. "As for the paddle... It's only if you get too close..."
"Nothing should be that color and be consumed by people not named Carmilla Black." Kyle stated firmly. "And she drinks anti-freeze for fun." And probably profit now that he thought about it. "And I am not into dudes, so you're safe. Well, not dudes not named Jay Guthrie, and he's off being crazy and even that's totally complicated." And now that he was on the subject of food. "Which, dude, by the way, I am ... uh, call it like, allergic to eating anything with fake anything in it. Not that I'm gonna steal your food, but just so you know. On one hand, no way I will steal any of your food. On the other... uh... I can't see a downside to that for you.'
"Sure, you're not into dudes... until the next Jay whatever his name is!" he winked. "But that's cool, I'll just keep the pants on. And if not, I'll have the paddle..." Apparently, the whole tension from his last conversation with Kevin was not affecting him anymore. He was back to joking about anything. "And for food, we can have sushi. Natural and raw, all that you like. Or we can have a sleep over, with milk and cookies..."
"Dude, you can have any kind of food you want. I'm just sayin' that I eat weird sometimes." Kyle explained. "And there's no other Jay, and I'm not gonna hit on you." Yeah, frat boys were -weird-, he decided. Which made him really glad he'd never actually gone to any of the frat parties that some of his classmates kept talking up.
For a second, Jared thought 'I should have moved in with that Jean-Phillipe guy... At least he thinks I'm hot...' but that thought was somewhat discomforting. After all, it was not that bad in the end.
Still, he was not willing to let go of this whole Jay story. "So... Who broke up? Was it you?"
"Him. It's a long story, and I was sixteen and a total dumbass. And... then he left and came back and left and died and turned blue and yeah, you know that sounds pretty damn weird when I say it all at
once." Kyle explained, in a way that made him feel confused. "Nothing about this place is ever normal, you just kinda ... get used to it."
"So... here, there, back, dead, back again. You banged a blue gay zombie?" One thing for sure, Jared had no boundaries when it came to that. Why weight his words when talking to a bro? "That's gonna take years of therapy, just to get over that thought..." He reached his back pocket to get 2 tablets of Coricidin. Getting high was not so bad in these circumstances. Then he tossed the bottles filled with red tablets to Kyle, asking: "Skittles?"
Kyle caught the bottle, and tossed it back easily. "Allergic and what you'd probably call straight edge anyway. Without the being a dick about it part." He looked off towards the ceiling and shrugged. "Also you should probably watch that. Garrison's a cop, and we've got telepaths and doctors here. And a telepathic doctor. Eventually someone's gonna give you a world of shit."
Jared fell heavily on the couch and sighed. "Uh, not okay! I already gave up pot for you, I can do that for all my vices. And it's gonna be hard with you. You don't smoke, you don't drink, you eat natural... How are you so perfect and still living? Well, apart from the zombie stuff..."
"Dude, I don't give a crap if you pop pills or whatever, as long as I ain’t gotta smell it and as long as I don't get arrested because of you." Kyle said, with a shrug. "And most of that is because dude, the smell of cigarettes makes me want to puke, we're not even sure alcohol does anything to me and I can't eat anything with artificial stuff in it. I crap for hours." He pointed with a thumb towards the leather jacket hanging off the coatrack. "Dude. I go out about once a month and like, save the world and crap. The last time I got half my skin burned off. That is all the damn life-threatening stuff I need."
"Fine, I'll keep it outside! Happy?" He didn't want to upset his new roommate. He was just not used to live with someone who actually gives limits. Then, Jared approached the coatrack, his eyes and mouth wide open. Had he been stoned already, he would have been literally drooling. "Bro, I love leather, that's so hot!" He turned back to face Kyle. "I have to get one of these! Can you imagine how people would look at me when I go to work?"
"Pot outside. Everything else, just don't get me arrested. Been there, done that, hated it." Kyle said, with an obvious effort to keep the annoyed out of his voice. "And you know that whole X-Men plane under the basketball court, superheroes thing? That's how you get that jacket...” The idea of Jared attempting to join the team was slightly hilarious to Kyle. "Which is why my ass is going to be up at 5 tomorrow so I can go for a run before my stupid morning class."
"5? Dude, we'll have to work on that schedule. I mostly work night shift so, I usually go to bed around 3 or 4. Well, maybe I'll skip sleeping to go and run with you." He paused. Kyle had made a whole big thing about not being arrested and now, he just said he'd already been there. "No way!" He raised his eyebrows. "You've been to juvy?"
"I'm a morning person." Kyle said, with a grin. "Five's a little early for me, but I have a morning class this semester. I'm used to being quiet about it, I keep ending up with roommates who are night people. And yeah, spent about 3 months in juvy for stealing a car before I went all fangs and claws. The rest is kind of a really goddamn long story and the last thing I ever wanna do is getting in arrested again. It sucked."
"So I turn out to be living with the bad ass bro... That's just awesome." For that reason only, Jared was willing to make an effort and keep a low profile. At least for the moment, and for him, that was a big step.
"Well" he said, rubbing his hands together, "I'm gonna go unpack, or at least try to, 'cause the Skittles are just kickin' in and I'll probably need to lie down for a bit." He gave Kyle a semi-guilty smile. "It's just this time..."