rich kid, asshole

Says? [Charlie arches a brow.] My, my, who is this person?

Oh come on. What’s wrong?

The crude truth? He's the best friend I fuck. You're the best friend I scheme with and he's the one I screw. [He shrugs.] It's a nice arrangement.

What's good for you isn't necessarily what's good for me, Charlie, and you know it.

#c:charlie

Damn. But, yes, being careful is a must. It’s just a waste that I wasn’t here to witness it.

And I’m always right, right? Just trust me.

#c:charlie #//says being andy sayer #//andy sayer being marcus's Not Boyfriend

I literally had to sit outside monitoring the camera for hours, just waiting for Novotny to finally show up. You didn't miss much. I couldn't really wait on it any longer, to be honest. She'd been giving Says a hard time and, eh, I kind of felt bad for him.

Dunno. Guess so.

Oh? I need to have a copy of that video. So what happened there? Did shit hit the fan?

Umm, yes. Different. But no worries.

No copies. We don't need this being traced back to us. But, yes. Shit hit the fucking fan.

Seems you always say that...

#c:charlie

Seriously? Time to fill me in, my main man.

Home is as fun as home can be. Things are actually looking up over there.

#visage #mw #taken by andy

Well, for one thing, I took care of that whole redacted file business. You should see the film. Sufficed to say it looks like we may have hurt your dear friend after all.

Looking up? In what way? I feel as though 'up' might have a different meaning to you than it does to me.

#c:charlie #ca

It’s good to be back and all that jazz.

Now, how much fun did I miss while I was gone?

#c:charlie #//i found his voice more while you were gone and god he is such a shit

I think you missed literally all of it. It's all gone. No more fun.

How're things back home? Hope you had some fun out there since, you know, there's none left here.

The Ruler's Back || Mandras

[He shakes his head as he types out a reply to Fletch.] Calm, boy. [He’s being hypocritical, and they both know it, but he does his best to ignore the less than appropriate thoughts flying through his head. Fletch was itching to tell him something, and he was going to give as much of his attention as possible to him.] This must be some pretty big, news, huh? [He leans back in his chair, flexing his arms as he crosses his hands behind his head.] Driving both of you mad like this. Must be torture.

You've no idea what madness is, Andras. [Marcus huffs as he shakes his head.] I came in here to tell you about our friend Fletch, then I was about to say 'fuck it' and just tease the shit out of you, but now I don't know what to do. You've left me in quite the predicament, Andras. I hope you have a plan of action for what happens after you finish with Fletch. [He shrugs.] Though, if you really cannot break yourself away from your work, I could just... stay the night.

The Ruler's Back || Mandras

[Andy bites his lip, trying to fight back the urge to just say “screw it” in regards to his work and instead return the antagonism that Marcus was giving him. He almost gives in, too, pushing back his chair, but right before he rises, his phone buzzes with Fletcher’s text tone. Oh, Fletch… He picks up his phone, part grateful for the distraction (because he really, really should be focusing on that physics test) and part upset (because Marcus’ hair was disheveled in just the right way and the grin that was slowly creeping across his face was just begging to be turned into an entire different expression).] Well I assume our dear buddy Fletcher has some interesting news to share, news that everyone but me seems to be privy to. [He looks up at Marcus, giving him a playful smirk.] What have you gotten him into this time, mate?

[Andy is struggling to keep himself focused and Marcus can see it. He traces Andy's jaw with a finger and winks just as Andy's phone goes off.] Really? [Marcus collapses on his side on Andy's bed, curling his arm under his head as he grumbles.] Honestly, if he's texting you about it right now, you might as well wait to hear it from him. I'll just be here. On the bed. Going mad.

we've got your back (mp) // fletcher & marcus

[Fletcher smiles stiffly at the contact on his shoulder.] Thank you, Marcus. I wasn’t — [He screws up his face, contemplating his choice of words.] — I hadn’t realised that this was something I needed to discuss. And I now feel like a substantial weight has been lifted from my shoulders. [Fletch mirrors Marcus’ actions and climbs out of the car.] Indeed. My stomach has been growling, and would appreciate some form of sustenance. [Staring at Marcus across the roof of the car, Fletcher nods slightly as he swings his bag over his shoulder.] Again, I am grateful for this, Marcus. You are a good friend.

#mp:wgyb #//end

we've got your back (mp) // fletcher & marcus

[Fletcher furrows his brow, unsure of how to take Marcus’ short laugh. It’s certainly not malicious, he thinks, Perhaps I’m being entertaining. The finer intricacies of social conversation still evade him from time to time.] While I am inclined to agree that you are likely correct, it is worth noting that you and Andy still provide worthwhile friendship. As a collective group, I understand that we are quite dynamic. It’s unlikely that I am all that causes her to spend time with us. However — [He buttons his cuffs back together for the last time before letting his gaze drift back up to Marcus’ face.] — this seems to be an achievable course of action. The next time I see Corinne, I’ll inquire as to whether or not she’d be receptive to having dinner, with me.

I know it's just in your nature to do so, Fletch, but you're over-thinking this. [Marcus pats Fletcher lightly on the shoulder.] You're going to be fine, my friend. Just be yourself. She's a sweet girl; she doesn't mind your weird. [He smiles and opens the car door finally.] Well. Now that I've finally pried that out of you, why don't we do what we actually came here to do? You're still hungry, yeah?

#mp:wgyb

The Ruler's Back || Mandras

[Andy gasps in mock-hurt and puts a hand to his chest, brushing Marcus’ hands as they move up to his neck.] “Cute”? I don’t go to the gym for “cute”. I’m sexy, and you know it. [He grins and turns to the work on his desk, opening a textbook.] News, huh? It must be something, because you haven’t tried to distract me yet. [He glances over to Marcus and waggles his eyebrows.]

Oh, I am so sorry, Andras. My dear, sexy Quelshman. [Marcus' voice is dripping in sarcasm as he speaks. He puts a hand on Andy's far shoulder and leans in close to his ear.] You know that I'd have no problem distracting you if I wanted. [He breathes the words into Andy's mouth before placing his lips on Andy's lobe and giving it a small bite.] But. [He moves back quickly and sighs.] You weren't around when I wanted you around so I'd rather just tell you this news. If that's alright with you.

The Ruler's Back || Mandras

[Andy had expected Marcus to drop by the moment he told him he was free - Marcus’ impatience was evident even through text. But still, not a moment after he drops his backpack on the ground, the door opens behind him.] Marcus! You know I always have time for you. Not like I have much of a choice in that matter… [He smirks as he sits down at his desk, eyeing the large pile of work on it with disdain.] But I’m multitasking tonight. I have a test tomorrow, so no distractions, yeah?

[Marcus rolls his eyes, but smiles as he approaches Andy.] You're a goddamned liar, Andras, but it's alright because you're also so goddamned cute. [He slides his hands over Andy's shoulders and down to his chest before bringing them back up and gripping Andy's neck lightly.] Argh! You're a shit, but I forgive you. [Marcus sits on the edge of Andy's bed and smiles once again.] Says. I have news.