A Clockwork Gusel: Gus/Hazel
Gus was stretched out on the couch in the common room, one foot planted firmly on the ground and his arm up behind his head as he waited for Hazel to arrive. They didn't really have any other television sets at their disposal, so they had to commandeer the one in the common room. Gus didn't mind taking charge of holding down the fort while Hazel got the DVD. He honestly couldn't remember the last time he really "hung out" with someone. With Andy...it wasn't really hanging out; it was (the few times they hung out in public) making sure that she didn't get TOO wasted and kicking the ass of any guy who tried fucking with her. And Bre? It's different when there were so many feelings involved. He couldn't remember the last time there was someone he could call a "friend". Well, he COULD remember, he just didn't want to.
There were a few students stalking predatory-like around the outskirts of the room, watching to see if he would give an indication of leaving. He didn't. His face was stoic, blank, unreadable. His blue eyes settled unevenly on the area in front of him. Gus was very good at intimidating people. It wasn't too long till the group scattered and he couldn't help but a little kick out of it. He didn't usually go out of way to razz people, but he couldn't help it sometimes. His jaw was firm, a soft shadow across it from lack of shaving. The veins on his arms were bright blue against his pale skin, partially hidden under his quarter sleeve shirt. He cut his eyes toward the door, trying to spy Hazel's visage.



















