[samsdecker]

"How about people that aren't boring? Also -- wait, you don't want to host guests? Why not just cut your losses and live in a cardboard box by the Stop Shop then?" It was truly baffling to him, how Silas was choosing to handle his separation. In his eyes, felt like his older brother was just letting himself go, which was something he truly didn't want to see happened. "No, you're the one that's been working your ass off. There's a difference." He remarked with a roll of his eyes, smearing some brie onto a cracker. "Whatever, Si. If this Ikea display of a home makes you happy, then I'm happy. Or whatever my equivalent of the word is."

[silas-decker]

"I mean, I'm not exactly the party hosting type to begin with, but if I was going to do that, I'd probably host it over at the center anyway." He didn't know why he felt like he had to defend his choices to his younger brother. There was a small part of him that envied the way Sammy seemed to not care about the opinions of others, but Silas had never quite had the luxury. Sighing, he looked out the window at the view of downtown, giving a shrug. "I'm doing what I can with the hand I've been dealt. It's only temporary," he said, though he wasn't sure if who he was trying to convince. "Once I've figured out some work/life balance, it'll be like none of this happened and I can go back to being the one Decker with his life together."

[levi---mccoy]

"Jodie finished that grant proposal, she sent it over for us to read. Needs feedback by tomorrow." Levi took his usual morning seat next to Silas in the garden on top of the student center. It was where they started every morning, or at least tried to before the day got away from them. Levi was a strong believer that they had gotten where they were because they had done it together and built a strong friendship. He reached for his mug of coffee and took in a deep breath. "Then we've gotta get ready for the Halloween party planning committee. I'm kind of afraid Donnie's mom is gonna try to convince us to do a haunted house again but I'll only be persuaded if she brings us some of her pignoli cookies." @silas-decker

[silas-decker]

"Already on it," Silas remarked as he held up his tablet, the proposal pulled up with a couple of mark-ups in red already scribbled onto it. Since he'd moved into the apartment downtown, he found himself arriving at the community center early more days than not. It was too quiet, and at least here, he had the hum of the river in the distance to keep him company. "What, you don't want to get the complaints about it being too scary again? I underestimated how many people are weirded out by clowns." he chuckled, locking the screen and tucking his stylus away so he could focus on his friend. "I'm sure we could steer her away from the idea with a few fluttered lashes and pretty smiles."

[samsdecker]

Sammy couldn’t help the way his lips twisted into a little smirk, holding up an innocent hand. “Right, because who needs home decor when you’ve got four walls and a second-hand couch to show off your colorful personality?” He stepped over to where his brother had set up the charcuterie board, taking a small piece of cheese and a triscuit and popping it in his mouth. “Uh, yeah, Ten times better. Just ask the treasure trove of hot, single guys in this little podunk town that make their way into my bed each night,” he tossed back bitterly, gesturing between them, "we are not the same." And thank the lord for that. "I still don't understand why you had to be the one to give up the house in the first place."

[silas-decker]

"Who needs home decor when you're not home and don't intend to host guests," Silas corrected, knowing that his brother was going to be judgmental regardless of the justification he tried to offer. There may have been some truth to his words, but it didn't mean he had to give him the satisfaction of being right. He grabbed some of the grapes from the board, popping them into his mouth and savoring the juice that burst forth from the fruit before responding. "I didn't have to. I offered because I'm the one who's been causing the problems," he remarked, glancing over towards his brother before looking down at the grapes in his hand. "I wasn't going to disrupt the kids' schedules any. Besides, I'm closer to the center here, anyway. Shorter commute."

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[samsdecker]

where: silas' apartment who: @silas-decker & sammy decker

"Huh, even after three years you’ve really managed to maintain the whole ‘separated and don’t care if I live or die’ vibe." Sammy commented wryly, pouring a glass of wine from the bottle he'd brought over that evening. His eyes scanned the sparsely decorated apartment. "No offense, but I've seen more personality in a damn morgue -- at least let me get you a plant or somethin'. Something to suggest that a living. breathing thing that needs oxygen lives here."

[silas-decker]

Silas had gotten used to Sammy's attitude a long time ago, but that didn't make it any less irritating. Since their mother passed, he had been doing his best to put their differences behind them, knowing it's what she would have wanted for them, but he'd be lying if he said he didn't still sometimes want to smack him upside the head. "I'm barely here during the day, so I don't see much point in decorating beyond the basic necessities," he reasoned. Plating the pieces of the charcuterie board he'd picked up on the way home from work, he motioned for Sammy to dig in. "You telling me your perpetual bachelor pad is any better?

[shawn-meets-world]

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