i want to break free~

[PM]: Go away, Milo.

Kinda hard when I’m just down the hall.

[PM]: You've done a good job at avoiding me for the most part this far, I DOUBT it's going to be difficult for you.

#dash #milo

Screw you.

Screw? Do you even know how to swear?

[PM]: Go away, Milo.

What’s the matter? Shouldn’t you be used to me by now? I’ve learnt to put up with your constant annoyance.

Screw you.

Gift Exchange || Mason + Milo

Milo noticed the other’s slump, and despite wanting to ignore it, he felt obligated to do something about it. He wasn’t concerned with Mason getting ‘mad’, but the open ended ‘whatever’ implied emotions Milo really didn’t want to cause. His fake smile turned somewhat sincere, and he leaned in to bump shoulders with Mason playfully. “Stop, I want it. Don’t know what I’m missing, right?”

Watching with amusement for a moment at the other’s failing attempt, Milo then reached into his pocket, “Here.” He offered, retrieving a pocket knife and reaching up to slice the tape on the seals. With the box now open, he stepped back for Mason to get the first glance, putting his knife back in place. “All yours.” He wasn’t about to offer help putting the pieces together, but he would assist if asked.

#/tru #but anything with jack falahee is hot tbh :p #p: gift exchange #milo

It was difficult for Mason to keep the smile off of his face, as it were at any time really, and his frown quickly twisted back into his usual beaming grin despite his best attempts at keeping his expression stern. Even though stern wasn’t exactly a front Mason would ever pull of. Apart from a handful of occasions, Mason was a follower, not a leader. “You’ll like Dean”, he said, giggling a little. “He’s really fun. And really hot too. The episode with the rabbit’s foot is my favourite.”

He was a little wide-eyed at the pocket knife that Milo revealed, watching somewhat curiously and somewhat with concern as his brother opened the box up easily, though it was quickly forgotten in the excitement of getting the easel out, pieces on the floor in front of him as he contemplated the easiest way to put it all together. “Now I can finally throw out my other one. It’s super old now.”

I wonder why.

I should have figured that out… I mean, happy belated birthday!

Why just three?

darcy-flanagan-deactivated20170

Thank you!

Once I graduate college I want to go into music, cheerleading is just a hobby. A hobby that takes up a lot of time, but totes just a hobby.

#kaleb #dash

Yay for getting older! Boo for the cheerleading bit, though. What kind of cake did you have?

Oh, it’s okay. I was only joking about the cheerleading part anyway. Douuuuble chocolate, my absolute favourite.

#leslie #dash

I’m capable. Just choose not to be.

[PM]: Weird, I don’t believe you.

Gift Exchange || Mason + Milo

Milo silently sighed, “We’re spending time together right now. And you know I haven’t seen this show…..Yet.” He almost didn’t add the last part, the false implication he planned on watching it. Putting on an earnestly looking fake smile and pretending to be interested in the set, he felt inclined to make the other feel better. “No, no. C’mon, it’s a great gift, I appreciate you wanting to broaden my… demon hunting knowledge.” That’s as close as Milo was going to get to thanking Mason.

Seeing Mason’s reaction to his gift almost warmed his heart, but he shrugged it off. “It was no big d–” Milo began, his words being cut off at the notice of Mason’s want for a hug. It happened too quickly for Milo to duck out of the grasp, so he unwillingly pressed against the other, arms still down at his sides. He grew more uncomfortable by the second, at least in this position his disgusted face was hidden from his brother. Awkwardly patting Mason’s back, he forcefully pulled away, fake smile slipping back in place just in time. “Great hug.” He sarcastically remarked, turning to the box and backing away so Mason couldn’t do it again. “How about we get this open?”

#/hahah dont worry im using chucks account for another RP now :p #milo #p: gift exchange

Mason wasn’t so easily fooled-- he’d spent enough time around people who had a hard time dealing with how energetic and overbearing he could be to be able to see right through people when he wanted to. He knew he could be too much to handle at times, but he refused to cool it down, since the same attitude that had drove however many away had also drawn just as many friends in. “If you don’t want it then just tell me, i’m not going to be mad or whatever”, he tried to shrug it off, though his shoulders slumped a little.

He couldn’t help but roll his eyes at the comment, but the gift that Milo had given him made the grin on his face just grow brighter as he looked at it again, practically bouncing up and down as he eagerly nodded. “Yes, oh my Gooooood”, he sang, inspecting the box and attempting to open it up. “Just...how?”

kaleb-hummmel-blog

Cake? Are you celebrating something?

What’s wrong with being an older cheerleader? I’m sure if you’re talented enough to be one in the first place, age won’t affect your skills.

It was my birthday.

No--...I know, I was just joking. I’m going to be cheerleading for like, at least 3 more years.

#laleb #dash

Gift Exchange || Mason + Milo

Milo smiled which soon turned into an honest, loud laugh. After exaggerating the punch and swinging his shoulder back–partially to up the other’s self-esteem and partially to impose guilt over the action–he put on his best cheeky grin, a somewhat mischievous one. “Isn’t that what brother’s are for? You could be the bitch to my jerk.” He held the show up in his hands as proof, using the common reference he had heard before regarding the brothers in the show to make his point. “How’re you supposed to return an opened gift?” He asked with a raised eyebrow, hoping the question would get him out of brotherly bonding. He’s at least talking to Mason now, couldn’t that be enough?

At an attempt to possibly change the subject, Milo glanced up at the doorway where his box sat forgotten. “I uh, got you something, too.” He almost sounded sheepish, and placed the show on the bed–possibly as an act to ‘forget’ about it later–in order to jump up and retrieve the box. As it was much taller than him, he struggled to pull it through the door frame. Leaning against it once inside. “Go ahead, unwrap it, you’ll never guess what’s inside.” He joked, commenting on the picture of the easel that was displayed outside of the cardboard.

#IM SO SORRY THIS TOOK ME SO LONG #p: gift exchange #milo

“No”, Mason scowled, though the corners of his lips twitched at the Supernatural reference, his shoulders slumping a little at the recognition. He’d been nervous about giving Milo the gift, mainly because he was only 50% sure that his brother was going to like it. “Brothers are supposed to spend time together and know things about each other.” Looking at the gift for a minute, he sighed in defeat and shrugged his shoulders. “Well...I don’t know. I’ll sell it online or something and buy you something else. Or...a gif card or something.”

Mason’s eyes widened as Milo pulled the box in the door, standing up and walking over to it, his mouth hanging open slightly. “Milo!”, he said, looking at the picture on the box. “I--...I jus buy you a boxset and you buy me an easel? Oh my God, Milo!”, he grinned widely at that, pulling Milo to him so he could wrap his arms around him and hug him tightly in his excitement.

Shut up. I thought we were being nice.

You're not even capable of being nice.

Crap, really?

I am, for fuck’s sakes. I fucking hate society, I only think your cheerleading is gay because of society and them ingraining that notion into my head. So stick it to them, by doing your flips and shit.