Cue one very sloshed Dante clinging to Steve, his hands roaming across his roommates body. "Hey... Shteve... I gots a shecret for ya..."
"Woah- h-hey Dante. How much have you had to drink?" He raised an eyebrow. "Secret?"

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Cue one very sloshed Dante clinging to Steve, his hands roaming across his roommates body. "Hey... Shteve... I gots a shecret for ya..."
"Woah- h-hey Dante. How much have you had to drink?" He raised an eyebrow. "Secret?"
crimsoncapuletdevil
Dante had been in the middle of teaching himself the chords to another song when Steve had entered, an air of gloom about him. Dante pretended to not notice for a while, but after ten or so minutes of silence he put Nevan down and walked over to Steve’s bed, patting his roommate’s side. “Yo… Carlsberg, you alright..?"
He pulled the now wet pillow slightly away from his face, opening his mouth to respond. Uncertain what to say. “… I-I don’t… I d-don’t know…” It was the truth. He didn’t know how to deal with this. This on top of everything else… He felt exhausted. And… and… just… wrong. Sick. Wasted. He needed… he needed a cigarette. He pulled himself up slowly, hugging the pillow to his chest with one hand, tears still rolling down his cheeks. He dug around in his pocket and pulled out a pack of cigarettes. He tried not to smoke around others but... He lifted his gaze to look at his roommate, his tear filled eyes seeming to ask permission to light up.
Angst please (for the roomie!AU if you want)
4. A family member of my muse was just killed. Your muse is there to comfort them.
He ended the call silently, letting his hand drop to his side.
It wasn’t true. It… it couldn’t be. He had seen to his mother just… just a few weeks ago. She couldn’t…
He pushed open the door to his shared room, letting his bangs fall in front of his eyes and silently walking over to his bed. He barely even noticed his roommate sitting there over on his own bed, strumming his guitar. Steve dropped his phone onto his own bed and sat there, tears rolling down his cheeks.
Finally seeming to remember that he wasn’t alone he wiped the tears from his cheeks and laid on his side, pulling his pillow to his face and burying his face in it.
✯ in the most amusingly antagonistic way possible
((pfff....then we need to interact more XD))
[TXT]
The text that comes across his phone is an order for eight large pizzas. Sighing, he types in a response.
[TXT] You wanted the number that ended in 04. This is XX40
"I want to punch you. In the face. With Rebellion. Point first."
"Tch...How useless."
crimsoncapuletdevil
cacophonyofthemind
Two of you? Hmm. My name is of no consequence to anyone weaker than I but I shall offer it regardless. My name is Dio. Feel free to bow if you so wish.
"I didn't do it."
*raises an eyebrow* ”You make yourself sound guilty…”