#parieurerrant

[slimergirl]

starter for @parieurerrant.

          The arrangement of their meeting had been a QUIET ONE, but intentionally not a DUPLICITOUS GESTURE. Quiet on DANIEL’S PART ( at least, she ASSUMED it was quiet on his part ) because he himself was more SILENT GHOST than MAN; quiet on RUBBER’S PART because, for all that she lacked in the ways of SUBTLETIES, she distinctly cared NOT to cause Terence any CONCERN. Maybe some would venture to call her HESITANCE to BELIEVE the man’s story in its entirety a sign of POOR FRIENDSHIP; but Terence had always claimed to value HONESTY and TRUTH, so wasn’t this just a show of her LOYALTY, really? After all, it was FOR HIS OWN GOOD.

          either way, it’s definitely for the best he isn’t AROUND FOR THIS. poor dan --- he has no idea WHAT’S COMING, does he?

          With an INWARD GRIMACE, Rubber knocked ANIMATEDLY on the foreboding ( in FEELING, not APPEARANCE ) barrier to the D’Arby’s chosen dwelling. “Daniel? It’s me --- uh, rubber!”

[beehiveboy]

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His face grows faintly flushed and he half turns away, before murmuring, “You haven’t visited o-our lovely home in an entire day; is everything alright? D-don’t you miss having animals which you’re allergic to crawling all over your legs and the smooth lilt of th-Hol’s southern accent echoing through the halls?” 

[beehiveboy]

@parieurerrant

    “Of course you don’t mind.” 

     He realizes before he’s done speaking that this observation is unnecessary; all the same it takes just too long to regain control of his tongue. He’s always like this. He’d lie down and take anything. I shouldn’t let him. It’s not ... 

    “No,” Terence adjusted his stance wearily, back becoming slightly arched. “This is the fault of that damn proprietor. I know I ... ah, it’s too late. It’s too late. I can’t do anything to change it. I’ll sleep on the couch, Daniel. Set down your things.” 

   ... it’s not like him.