#;cyrus

[roryshudson]

texts // cyrus & rory

Rory: Heeeeeeeey.

Rory: Cyrusssssssssssssssssssss

Rory: Talk to meeeeeeeeeeeeee

Rory: I wanna talk. Let's talk. Let's discuss things. How are you? How are you feelgin?

[roryshudson]

ftf // cyrory

@cyrushay

It was further into the night, and Rory had found himself nearing on tipsy for a while. He was purposely doing everything in his power to reach the point of drunk, but he was definitely a little stumble-y as he caught his gaze on Cyrus. His relationship with Cyrus was... odd, by all means. It wasn’t often that Rory made guy friends, in the way that he didn’t feel an urge to flirt with them at some point or another. Of course he had Quinn, so that alone tossed out the urge altogether, but he’d never really felt that way to begin with. Just something of a genuine want for friendship. 

It’d started through Cyrus’ grandma, but maybe they were friends, now? He still wasn’t too positive, but the cookies and the blankets were both what had him eventually finding the need to walk over and talk to him. Or maybe it was just because he’d been staring for an awkward amount of time, and he clearly needed to make it for good reason or look away for the rest of forever. He definitely didn’t choose the latter, obvious in the way that he was suddenly beside Cyrus with a bright grin. “I’ve got a question,” he said, his eyes lit up with pure joy and excitement. “Now, I’m fully willing to admit that I am skinnier than most dudes - scrawny would be the very unflattering and almost cruel term, in my opinion, but I will be working on that this summer - watch out,” he said with a point of his finger. “My question is... are you capable of giving me a piggy back ride? I need to know. I’m, like... the most desperate to find out. Please, Cyrus. Not only do I need it, but the world needs it.”

[roryshudson]

ftf // cy&rory

@cyrushay

It was complicated to explain to Carole why he so desperately needed a get out of jail free card to find out how to make a blanket with Cyrus’ grandma. It all sounded ridiculous, but apparently, in the end, Carole was willing to break her rules if it meant Rory was learning, and... that she drove him there and spent the whole time watching over it. Rory, as he’d said before, never had clicked with old people very well. Their usual traditional views never meshed well with his common flamboyance and open interest in any and everyone, which got him into plenty of trouble, on top of never being taught to ‘respect his elders’, as most people did. 

Still, he wanted to make a good impression, as Rory did with everyone - bringing cookies for a grandma probably was a strange thing to do, considering they were their specialty - what if he was signing himself up for failure? He’d  worried the entire car ride, tapping his feet impatiently until they finally arrived, Rory rushing to knock on the door and relieved when he saw Cyrus first. “Hey,” he said in a breath, holding up the cookies. “I brought these... and my aunt.... and an open mind... and the tools and fabric to make a blanket.” He mostly wanted to actually make a good one for Quinn, after he’d talked such a big game. “Are there any... things I should avoid saying? I need, like, the fastest lesson on your grandma that you’ve ever given in your life. Please.” 

[dragonofthestone]

[His name is Cyrus]