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Hmm..this is a real tough one, but nope. I’m sorry for your loose or whatever but frankly I don’t really give a shit.
Your clear understanding is astounding. I'm going to go ahead and find a decent conversational partner now. If you happen to see me in the future, don't bother me.
How do you figure?
Do you consider it a compliment to be so outrageously obnoxious that I had to stop, just to collect the brain cells that I undoubtably lost while talking to you?
Awww, so you decided against leaving me? I’m touched, really.
Don't be, it isn't a good thing.
Glory and Gore | Storm & Toby
For the past couple of days, Storm was desperate for someone to hold on to. A few months prior to today, Storm was in a loving, affectionate relationship where cuddling was happening very regularly. The relationship ended abruptly, and so did the cuddling. It’s safe to say that Storm didn’t adjust to that well. Being in love changed him significantly, and made him do and desire things he wouldn’t have typically. Spooning was one of those things. The sudden urge for it came about, and he felt like he had to announce it. Along with the urge for cuddling came the craving pizza. He announced his want for that as well. There were a few people who were interested it in assisting the boy named after bad weather—Toby being one of them.
The way that Toby went about joining Storm on his cuddling escapade was interesting to him. She basically claimed her position as the one he was spending the night eating pizza and tangling his legs with. Storm admired that; he had no choice but to invite the feisty girl over.
With a small variety of Papa John’s pizza, a baggie full of chewy Sour Patch Kids candies, another baggie full of his favorite strain of weed, and bottle of whiskey laid out on his coffee table, Storm was ready to kick this cuddling session off. Hopefully, it would take the return of his ex-girlfriend off of his mind. He needed the distraction.
When Toby arrived, Storm was lain on his queen-sized futon bed, casually watching some porn that he was contemplating about posting on his blog. He set his Macbook aside to answer the door and let his cuddle buddy for the night in. ”Come in, come in,” he greeted upon opening up. Instinctively, Storm’s arm reached out to pull Toby in for a half-hug and a kiss on the cheek. ”Welcome to my humble abode,” Storm stretched one of his arms as he showcased his small studio apartment. ”I can get your coat,” Storm helped her shrug it off and hung it on a rack near the door. ”Don’t mind the porn. That’s not what we’re watching…unless you want to.” his eyes widened as he stared at Toby.
In her car, Toby has half a mind to turn around and head home as she navigates Storm's directions to his place, pursing her lips as she wonders why she'd agreed to doing this tonight. Since arriving in NYC, Toby had gone out of her way to keep social interactions to a minimum, preferring the stale air of her empty apartment or the smoky stranger-filled bars near her to any one of her co-workers. She spent eight hours a day with the fuckers, and that was about nine hours too many, in her opinion. Despite her resistance, Toby drives her little red Jetta, honking angrily at a j-walking pedestrian, flipping him the finger as she slams on her brakes.
"Idiots, everywhere I look," she mumbles, her voice barely audible over the Lumineers mixtape playing in the little car. "Fucking idiots," she repeats as the man clears the street and she takes off once more, her lips pressed in a firm line. A few minutes later, Toby finds herself parking in the lot outside Storm's apartment, her signature huff of annoyance escaping her lips as she turns the car off. "At least there's Sour Patch Kids," she mumbles, flipping down her visor to check her reflection. After applying minimal lip gloss and fluffing her soft curls, Toby grabs her keys and gets out of the car, manually locking the door before heading towards the door.
Before she even knocks, Toby can hear faint, muffled moaning from outside Storm's apartment. Either she showed up to the wrong party or Storm had exciting neighbors, but either way, she found the situation amusing. She knocks, slipping into the apartment as he opens the door, receiving his hug frigidly. Just before she has a chance to mention Storm's noisy neighbors, his television catches her eye, a smirk making it's way to her face. "Was I interrupting?" She asks, a bemused tone to her words. She shrugs out of her coat easily, rolling her eyes at his comment about not minding the porn. "Honestly, I'm here for the pizza. Whether we're watching porn or we're watching Paranormal Activity, as long as you're feeding me, I'm good." A sly smile sneaks across her face, her eyes glittering suggestively. "It's whatever you want, Thunder."
Alright, great talk. Deuces.
What the fuck kind of a person says deuces? Are you trying to be cute? It's fucking annoying.
Nah, I’m good here thanks.
Well in that case, I'll go ahead and show myself out, because I simply don't want to deal with you.
Whoa, there tiger. No need to bring the claws out or anything. But you’ve got me intrigued cuz I do enjoy a dose of drama. Who’s gone and done you wrong, dude?
I am not a tiger, nor am I a dude. How 'bout you go ahead and fuck off, before the claws really do come out?
Oh, so I take it you’re not much of a city person then.
It isn't the city that I dislike, it's the people.
Why’d you come back then?
This stupid job.
You miss me, though.
You sure 'bout that?
Can't say I missed this place...
And I am out for the rest of the day. Hmm…What to do now?
I'm sure you can figure something out.
Had a great time in Florida, and now i’m sad that I have to go back to work tomorrow.
What's in Florida?
Ooh, I could do bloody. Ninja Assassin’s my favorite gore movie, to be perfectly honest.
I'm just going to assume you've got Sour Patch Kids too, you seem like you would. When's this shindig goin' down, handsome?
The fucking airport is going to be crazy, isn't it?
Shit action movie? Excuse me?
What do you prefer we watch?
Something bloody.
Tonight, then. Pizza will be there, and Netflix—if we’ll need it.
As long as we're not watching some shit action movie.
