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ooc; I’m low-key on semi-hiatus. I’ll be more active Friday through the weekend up until Monday. I’m within my last month of the semester so yeah. I’ll be checking on my blogs though. Any day within that interval I’ll probably just be lurking. I’ll be around more once I get past my finals around... the start of May-ish???
With all his inquiries, she’d go right back to rambling once more. All she wanted was her dang phone and the questions were making her more riled up, as well as agitated. “Shay– I had it in my hand, yes, like everyone with a phone. But the problem is I’ve lost it.“ A pause, “The case is green with a floral print. Did someone steal it? I really hope not. Dammit.”
Rubbing his eyes and yawning, Shay stretched himself out, temporarily increasing the range of his sprawl with his long limbs. He was slow to sit up and scoot forward afterwards. His sleepy, placid expression showed no hint of urgency as his companion grew more and more upset.
“Meh. . . True.
I’m sure whatever happened was a simple mistake; I doubt anyone stole it.
Where do you usually set it down?”
Julian Morris, Kelly and Victor
Julian Morris, Hand of God 1x01 [Part 7/?]
Not the candy !! Maybe his head turned a little too quickly once the word was uttered and of course, Jude didn’t notice his own rudeness. With a little hence of interest for once in this conversation, there was a sense of loneliness lurking over him still and having this guy leave would have it ache once again. Never would he admit it, but he didn’t want him to leave. No the need to talk to someone was necessary. Damn this – stubbornness…
“ You have…. More candy?? ”
The only thing to make the other stay. Yep.
“Yeah. I don’t get why it matters, though.” he huffs.
Shay nonchalantly raises a plastic baggy into view, displaying a colorful assortment of hard candy. With the current piece of killer butterscotch in his mouth having melted, he untwists the mouth of the bag, takes another piece, and pops it into his mouth. Giving the base of the bag a spin, he closes it back up.
How confusing this guy was.
“Sloth–… Shay, I lost my phone. Please tell me you have seen it somewhere. I cannot lose it. Did someone take it? I don’t know why they would. It was only a measly 5s and not a 6s Plus.” And so she rambled.
He may have tuned into what she was saying about halfway through. Poor Shay was half-asleep and unprepared. He was able to figure out what she was talking about, though. He waits for the most subtle pause in her rambling, and manages to interject.
“Last place I saw it was in your hands. . . Or was it here?
I don’t know. . . What color is the case again?”
this is as me as it gets
Julian Morris photographed by Danielle Kosann for ‘The New Potato’ ©
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The emphasis on his name reacted to a cocked eyebrow. Posture became more exposed, and he came out of his hunched position; only to lean back, spread legs a bit, and back leaned against his seat at an angle. You could clearly see the rips and tares in his black jeans, exposing some white skin. His shirt was claimed by a local band, and well – let’s say that he seemed decent enough. Yazmine made Jude wash his clothes yesterday.
“ Shay? Wow your mom must’ve hated you.”
“ Ah – Not to be an asshole or anything – but, I don’t know you. So my problems are lock and key at the moment. Shaybet.”
Get it? Cause it’s like Sherbet but Shay?
Mom.
“I don’t see the problem with my name.” he answered, seeming nonchalant. Though, the bitterness could be seen ever so subtly in his partially leering eyes. What was genuine apathy transitioned to slight exasperation. Had he not cared, he wouldn’t have said anything about it. Then again, “Jennifer” didn’t know any better about him. No one did.
A conversation that had begun with the help of sweets was quickly turning sour-- that much was obvious to him. Who was he to persist in prying, or letting himself get hung up on the other’s words? It’d be easier to dismiss it all.
“Riiight, well, I won’t waste my time finding the key, if that’s what you want.
That would be a pain. I can always take my candy and emotional support elsewhere.”
When the story was told, the other choked. Hacking up a storm, violently he might add, Jude stood by just watching it happen. No reaction. None. This wasn’t the first time he had people react badly to his comments. But, Jude was impressed by how horrible this choking had gotten. Eyebrows raised but he just gave a small chuckle to the others words.
“ A great piece of work. I mean, my mother was a whore that wasn’t cheap. She did all the work.”
“ But yeah, the name’s Jennifer. Mom thought I was girl for the first few years of my life. The name stuck once I got older, but let’s just say I’m very much not a woman. My girlfriend can confirm that for me. ”
This only made it more clear that “Jennifer” was totally messing with him. Shay wouldn’t laugh, or demand a birth certificate to prove that his name was really what he said it was-- he seemed to fall nowhere on that spectrum. Instead, he decided to humor him by playing along. He would only needlessly exert his own energy.
Shay eventually cleared his throat and regaining the components of his normally placid facial expression: vacant eyes, a small and meaningless frown, and eyelids relaxed and heavy from drowsiness. It was as if he didn’t nearly get killed by a piece of butterscotch a few seconds ago ( although, a piece of candy would have to try much harder than that ).
“Fair enough, Jennifer. My name’s Shay.
That can’t be all that’s bothering you, surely.”
Persistent this one was being. A little annoyed, Jude snarled as his gaze looked away from the other for a moment. A little huff came out and he relaxed a bit in his seat.
“ Well.. I’m disappointed.”
“ Because my name is Jennifer and… I found out my mom’s a whore. ”
As he waited for his answer, Shay rummaged through the assortment of candy he had with him, digits eventually finding a piece of butterscotch. He casually unwraps it and pops it in his mouth, and that’s when this insane story spouts out of the other. For a split second, Shay completely fell for it. He took in a gasp of air, and the hard candy nearly flies to the back of his throat. He chokes rather violently, even when he manages to save himself from lodging it in his airways.
“You’re a real piece of work, aren’t you. . ?” he hisses, voice hoarse from his coughing fit.
“You can’t be serious.” He didn’t look like a Jennifer to him.
The other seemed too polite. As in, too okay with things. that’s not the way to be. But, to shrug it off was all Jude did. What a hypocrite he was being. Judging brown iris’ grazed over the other before, again, his nose crunched up. It was either disgust or discomfort. Who could tell?
“ M’fine.”
What a liar.
Puzzling how he could enjoy some sweets one moment, but seem so discontented the next. Shay couldn’t deny that he felt rather awkward now, but all he did was purse his lips and tilt his head in confusion. He detected dishonesty. The seriousness written all over his face contradicted his brief response.
Shay wasn’t one to pry. He had neither the energy nor the nerve to keep asking questions. He’d feel guilty not making sure, though.
“Are you sure? I’m not convinced.”
Excuse him for being rude, but it was his nature to be so revolting. Eyes narrowed, and nose lifted in the air to sniff the sweet given to him. It scrunched in curiosity. So appendages decided their turn was next, to take said offering and unwrapping it loudly. The supplement was then directed towards his mouth, and in a pleasing hum Jude seemed pleased enough.
“ You done good. ”
As if the other needed his approval.
He didn’t expect such an. . . unusual reaction. Nevertheless, Shay is magically able to keep a relatively straight face from the boisterous unwrapping of the candy to the end where he popped it in his mouth, never to be seen again.
Wow. . . -- That’s the first word that comes to mind.
“I’m. . . glad?” he courteously laughs.
“It’s the least I could do. Are you. . . Okay?”
Not throwing a fit that he’s lonely. Nope.
Offers him a piece of candy in hopes of him chilling.
“Yeah! Yeah. . .
I’m ready.”
No he wasn’t. Shay’s hair was completely disheveled from rolling around in bed. His eyelids felt heavy; he was visibly tempted to close them and fall asleep standing up. Not to mention that the clothes we wore were wrinkled-- as if he slept in them. He may have been eager to please his companion, but he neither truly ready nor presentable.
