#stu:edgar

[loomingdread]

"Sir?" Stu knocked on the bedroom door. It was the early hours of the morning and everything around them was in darkness. "Da-" he caught himself, "Sir. C'mon. Wake up." he knocked the door again, small knuckles gentle and unsure of themselves. "Look, if you don't open up, I'm gonna have to just come in, and I don't know if you sleep naked or not!" he was trying to push a playful tone, but, it faultered before he'd even finished his sentence. "Can you please, just, wake up."

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[loomingdread]

❝ I mean, we could make out but would that not be entirely distracting? ❞ (Edgar & Stu)

"I thought I wasn't your type, old man?" Stu teased, a playfully mischievous grin scrawling itself across his features. "You don't have to try and play it so cool, you know. I know you've been lookin' at me." Was he overplaying his hand? Sure. But, it was in good fun and he was curious as to where he could end up. "Maybe I'm not that kinda girl." His brows raised, blue eyes watching Edgar for every single reaction he might let slip. "Maybe I like to be wined and dined first. And I do believe I was promised dinner."

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[loomingdread]

"Look, man. I didn't know who else to call, alright?" Stu whined, his hands delved into the depths of his pockets as he trudged out of the police station following after Edgar. "I had no ID on me and they wanted me to call my parents. How am I meant to explain to a buncha pigs that they think I'm dead?" It was the crack of dawn and Stu hadn't slept a wink in the cold cell he'd been thrown into. His lip was split and the threat of a bruise was beginning to form along his right cheekbone, potentially going to bloom into a black eye. "They're all a buncha posers, man. Think they know everything." he grumbled, keeping his head bowed, eyes watching his shoes as he walked to try and stop himself from getting overly emotional after the shake up he'd just had.

@lcvenderhcze (For Edgar)

[loomingdread]

"Ninja Turtle, you better stop poking me." (Edgar & Stu)

"Or what, huh? What are you gonna do about it? Yell at me some more?" Stu giggled, jabbing another one of his grubby little fingers into Edgar's shoulder. "I'm gonna have to keep doin' it until you answer me, you know that, right?" He prodded him once again, making a point of pushing hard enough that it would bother him. "So? What'll it be? Are you going to eat the rest of that or not? I'm hungry and I left my wallet at home." His wallet, though firmly nestled in his back pocket, was currently devoid of cash. He'd made a lot of big purchases recently and in his excitement had forgotten to budget for necessities.

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