#callmedeano

[finlayestrada]

left to our own devices | deano & finlay

Finlay hadn't really been sure what he was going to do with his evening before Deano had texted him. Sure, the whole pizza and music thing was a good choice after a long day of wandering around the city, but it was just a safe decision and something that he tended to do more often than not. Finlay needed a chance to get out and spend some time with people, or see his friends, but he hadn't really felt the motivation to as of late. It was really starting to turn into days of partying and getting high and Finlay didn't want to turn into the person that he was starting to become. That was why he was so glad for Deano. He really liked the boy and enjoyed whenever he would get texts from him because he was one of the few friends that he had that was his friend without any expectation of going out to get wasted or high off of something or another. Plus, he was fun to talk to and they did some pretty stupid and ridiculously fun things. Finlay tugged on a shoe, hopping over the pizza box that he would deal with later before he realised that he had no idea where the matching shoe was. After a minute of hunting for it, he gave up and kicked the shoe off, making a mental note to go buy more sneakers before he tugged on a sweatshirt and made his way out of the dorm barefoot. If he had to leave the building, Finlay probably would've bothered trying to find his shoes, but he really didn't care when he just had to make his way down a floor or two. Everything was carpeted anyway, so it wasn't like he'd ever be uncomfortable walking around the place like this. Finlay made his way to Deano's dorm room and he ran a hand through his hair as he knocked on the door, wondering what he'd end up doing with the boy tonight, but before he let himself overthink it, Finlay decided that it would end up being a good night and left it at that. After all, he couldn't think of one bad time he'd spent with Deano and that, to Finlay, was a great thing.

[finlayestrada]

underwear party time! | deano & finlay

While the concept of wandering about on the town in nothing but a top and boxers would have been something that most people shied away from, Finaly just saw it as a fun challenge and he couldn't wait, especially since he wasn't doing this alone. He was looking forward to spending some time with Deano and definitely excited to inhaling as much pizza as possible. Plus, it was a chance to not be bored and that was all that Finlay needed when he was in the mood to start throwing things against the wall and see if they would bounce. He threw on a sweatshirt over the plain white tee that he'd been lazing around in and finally found his missing trainer, which had somehow gotten wedged between his dresser and the wall, before he fished his dorm keys and phone into the sweatshirt pocket and then headed out to meet the boy. It was a quick trip down the stairs to Deano's dorm room and Finlay rapped on the door once he arrived, leaning against the door frame as he waited for the boy to open up so that they could get out of there. He was already imagining the looks that they would get when they headed out into the town and if Finlay cared about things like sociology, he'd find it to be an extremely exciting experiment. Of course, he didn't, but he was just looking for a laugh or twenty by the end of the night and was sure that between the two of them, they could manage to freak out a few people.

[blackandryan]

sunshine on a halo | Ryan and Deano.

Letting out a yawn and combing his fingers through messy, dark brown curls, Ryan slumped against the table and allowed his forehead to make contact with its surface. The past few days had been practically euphoric for him, with the combination of all his birthday happenings and his mother coming home for a short while -- as she did annually on his birthday. As such, he'd been spending most of his time with her, and doing so was always an exhausting activity. Not to mention the fact that she'd told him she had big news ahead, but had refused to elaborate any further; Ryan had been driving himself insane trying to figure out what her surprise was, and he'd been occupied by numerous koala-related incidents over the course of the week. It was only natural that he figured hanging out with Deano would provide a healthy distraction. Literally, with the 'healthy' aspect -- although Ryan ate plenty of raw vegetables and fruit, the rest of his diet was lacking, so it was probably a good thing that he'd essentially offered to rent out his kitchen for Deano's use in exchange for food.

He stood up after a moment, glancing around the messiness of the room and eventually stepping forward to clear up some of the counters. It wasn't that rare for him to do the chores by himself, wanting to help out his father, but he couldn't help feeling bizarrely domesticated as he filled the sink with soapy water and washed up the dirty dishes on the side. Suds coated his forearms, some on his face when he had to flick his hair out of the way; he hummed along to whatever popular track was playing on the little radio on the window ledge as he cleaned up, washing off the counters and going through the motions of making the room at least a little socially presentable. The kitchen was, by far, the most 'normal' room of the house: the living room was a mix of blue and green and decorated with intricate murals of flowers and birds, and while the hallway was a simple cream color, the bright orange wall decked out with the large purple (mingled with gold and green) peace sign that Ryan and his mother had painted together tended to attract attention, as it was immediately opposite the front door. However, the kitchen reflected his father's clearly subtler-than-his-mother's tastes, as it was a picture of cream, black and silver monochromes. In any other situation, Ryan might have been a little nervous; he was the sort who did care somewhat what people thought of him, and if the bizarrely bright decor of his home wasn't odd enough, the window boxes and plant pots lining every window ledge and taking up half the floor space of the house made it seem even weirder -- but, somehow, he was sure that Deano wouldn't think of the place as weird. As if on cue, the doorbell rang; Ryan grinned, slinging the dish towel he'd been drying his hands with over his shoulder and heading out into the hallway to open the floor door. "Hey, Squirtle," he greeted cheerfully, and stepped aside to allow space for the other boy to come inside.

[blackandryan]

Tomorrow it is! Say around... 3pm? So, we can catch up a bit before I start on dinner? :)

Works fine for me! I fully intend to follow you around the kitchen and get in your way, though. Just so you're aware.

[blackandryan]

I don't think bad cooking is contagious... Hahaha! <3 But, you'll get your food soon enough. I'll make sure that you have a ton leftover in case you and your father want some. <3 What time should I be there?

You'd be surprised; I'm a very contagious person.

Um... whenever you like? My mom's getting here tonight, so I'll probably spend some time with her, and she and my dad are planning to go out for the day tomorrow... so I'll be home alone if you want to come and build an empire in my kitchen.

[blackandryan]

Of course you'd get some food if I used your kitchen! I love to cook and sometimes, I just feel like making a meal or a desert. So if you ever want a home-cooked meal, I'm your man. Mm, well, I can go simply and make lasagna, spaghetti, ravioli, shrimp alfredo... or something else, it doesn't matter. Also, for desert, how does a layered tiramisu cake sound? :)

You can make all of those things and more, for all I care. I exist in fruit and vegetables for the most part -- that, and strawberry candies. Oh, man, that sounds like a dream come true. Can it be tomorrow now? You're making me hungry. That is, if my bad cooking isn't contagious and doesn't like, stop you from doing things with me around.

[blackandryan]

Yeah, that sounds great. Tomorrow works for me. THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR LETTING ME USE YOUR KITCHEN. I've been looking for one foreverrrr. Hahaha. I'll go buy the ingredients for something here in awhile so I'm more prepared when I head on over. :)

Dude, if you ever need a kitchen to cook in, you can come use mine as long as I get to pinch a bit of what you're making. My dad and I don't really know how to cook, so it never gets used all that much. Do I get any hints on what you're gonna be making, eh?

[blackandryan]

Yeah, I'd be down for that. I'd love to see you again! Also, I'll cook you something. You like Italian food? Haha!

My mom's gonna be home soon, so she'll be taking up my time, y'know? I love Italian food! Not so good at naming the fancy dishes, but if you know 'em, I'll eat 'em. If I remember rightly, you're in the dorms, so you can come use my kitchen if you want. Tomorrow or something?