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My highlights watching borhap with my best friend
"What's the guy called again?"
-"John Deacon"
"I love him"
"Brian May is my spirit animal"
"Why was Freddie such a dick??" (x8)
"So what's so bad about Paul?"
~a few minutes later~
"Fffffffffuck this guy🖕🖕"
"Could you Google if Paul Prenter is still alive? That guy should be hunted for sports. If he's still alive, let's hunt him for sports."
".... I think Paul might be a psychopath."
"What's up with all the cats?"
[ so I wrote this thing about the cupboard situation and I like it, hope you like it too, have fun]
Roger actually did it. He was sitting in the cupboard just before everyone decided to leave. Even Brian left at one point, only to return a while later with a bottle of coke and a few chocolate bars.
It was entirely silent and at first Brian thought that Roger had left already. But knowing his friend, he was hard headed enough to probably stay the night. Or the weekend. Sometimes Brian wondered if Roger was really just stubborn or maybe... plain dumb.
"Rog, it's me. I got you something."
The guitarist announced, half expecting to get something thrown at him.
"Bri~" he heard in a threateningly sweet tone that he knew meant trouble. "If the next words out of your mouth aren't going to be that I can have my song on the album, I'll probably have you passed out on the floor." Came the slightly muffled yet characteristic voice from the cupboard.
Brian blinked twice, biting his lower lip.
"Oh, well, actually-- that's not quite what I was going to say. But I brought you--"
The cupboard door burst open and Brian saw a mug flying at him, dodging it last moment.
So that's what he meant.
"Snacks! I brought you snacks! Goodness, Rog!"
The next thing that came flying was a glass. Wide eyed, Brian felt it stroke the curls on the side of his head. Next, the cupboard door banged close and the muffled voice was heard again.
"Piss off until you'll let me have my song."
The guitarist shook his head.
"You know that it's not my decision to make, right?"
Silence.
"Rog..."
Door burst open.
Plate came flying.
Plate hit Brian on the chest but he managed to catch it so it wouldn't fall.
Cupboard door banged close again, louder this time.
"Fine. Be a brat." Brian huffed and placed the goods near the cupboard on the table. Almost spitefully he grabbed one of the chocolate bars. But he didn't leave. He went to sit in the other room.
Soon, he heard the door open again. When he moved to look, he found Roger with the bottle of coke and the chocolate bar in each hand, glaring at him.
"One word and I'll kill you right then and there."
Where’s Roger? Does he still love me?
(( okay folks, I’ll do sin sunday. While being a car. Yes. Go and ask weird shit, go and make the car blush [?!] just... sin with the car.))
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awesome!!
