CAESURA

❝ Don't play this game if you're not ready to get your hands dirty. There's a price for doing crime and it's about time the whole damn world knew it. ❞

[theflyinggrayson-archive-blog]

    I think you’re a pizza hogging liar, that’s what I think.

    [He sighs.]     I was hoping you would help me find him.

[detestationis]

Wow, such insult. Much pain.

You're just jealous that I have food, bird boy. Say please and I might share. 

[Head tilt.]

And lemme guess, I find him--you take him out and it's all fluffy.  You remember what I do, right? 

[theflyinggrayson-archive-blog]

    Well, he’s carting military grade weapons around in school buses,     for one thing.

    [He pauses, suspicious.] … You’ve really never seen him?

[detestationis]

--What do you think, Dickie?  [He snickers and leans back against the chair.] 

And so he's carting military weapons around school buses.  What do you want me to do about it? 

[theflyinggrayson-archive-blog]

   [He only looks a little disappointed about the pizza.    Withdrawing a file, he extends it toward Jason.]        —You ever heard of this guy?           I’ve caught him on your turf for the past three nights.

[detestationis]

[He flips through it quickly, skimming until he gets to a picture.  There's a pause before Jason closes the file and picks up his phone. ]

Maybe.  Lots of people come to my turf. I don't know all of them. 

[That was a lie.] 

What makes you think this one is so special?

[detestationis]

"—You have a damn good imagination?  For all you know, I could just be making  a poker face.” 

[riddlethisriddlethat-archive]

      ” Well, that is inarguable, as for the            twitchy as you put it, I’ve had            several cups of coffee too many. “

[detestationis]

"Caffeine only breakfast, huh?   You're going to stunt your growth.  Or twitch the wrong trigger."   Not that Jason is one to talk.

[detestationis]

Someone is twitchy today.

[riddlethisriddlethat-archive]

      ” —- I always wonder how it is I can see your                facial expressions with that damned hood                on. “

[detestationis]

"--You have a damn good imagination?  For all you know, I could just be making  a poker face." 

[theflyinggrayson-archive-blog]

   By all means, order pizza.    We can eat and talk. 

[detestationis]

 More like--I eat, you talk.   Spit it out, Grayson. Whaddya want? 

[theflyinggrayson-archive-blog]

    Did I come at a bad time?

[detestationis]

This a business visit or what? --I was gonna order pizza. 

[detestationis]

Someone is twitchy today.

[detestationis]

Are you fucking-- Ever heard of knockin'? 

[detectivewayne]

[Connor had been in a dead sleep, mouth open and softly snoring when he was abruptly yanked from his dream world full of large, shiny kitchens and well stocked fridges and instead dropped in the real world where it was suddenly cold for him in his boxers and shirt. Sitting up quickly, his hair a mess and some errant spot of drool smeared at the corner of his lips, he looked around with unfocused eyes for the suddenly disappeared comforter that had been keeping him warm up until a moment ago.]

I—wha?

[detestationis]

Mornin'. 

{It's just an hour and some handful of minutes before it's midnight. Either way, Jason is glancing down at the man with a headful of messy brown hair. A hand--which he wipes first on his pants--goes to ruffle at it.} 

--Shove over? Either that or I'm just gonna take these with me.

[detestationis]

{The bed looks--really nice. Actually, so nice and warm that Jason was just going to take the comforter and the pillows and crawl into the corner with his things.} 

[festivearrows-deactivated201501]

               Hey—-, darlin’.  

               I…might have…accidentally…spilled beer on your couch.

[detestationis]

Is this the part where you surrender and ask for mercy?

Because I'm still waiting for the kneeling on your knees moment.

[detestationis]

"I’m pretty sure you can make an exception for things."

[riddlethisriddlethat-archive]

    " Psh— Have you met me?  I don’t make exceptions. “

[detestationis]

"Except for favorites or possible playmates. C'mon, lemme in. It's not like I can't get in myself anyways, pretty boy."

[detestationis]

{It's just--the mood that's going around is driving Jason crazy. There's just this need to put his mouth on something and if that something just so happened to be Roy--well.}

C'mere.

{And they're still in the living room, still right at the place where they usually gather even in the tiny apartment they share, and Jason is pulling at Roy. Fingers are latching on and digging into the wrinkles on Roy's shirt and Jason slotting their mouths together.} 

[detestationis]

//Hello youuu <3<3

//HELLOOO aHGHE uv  u

[detestationis]

Roy is a giant walking dick.

Who still likes tacos more than burritos. 

[detestationis]

I don’t eat tacos. I eat burritos. You, on the other hand, like tacos. 

Unless we’re talkin’ about a different kind of stain. Then yea’—that’s probably from me.

[festivearrows-deactivated201501]

            “ I don’t eat tacos. I eat burritos. “

            Gay.

            —And gross. Clean your fuckin’ couch, man.

[detestationis]

Don't be a little shit just because some of us actually get laid. 

Maybe if you actually stuck around, you'd get some.