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But he's getting a cat right?
Oct. 15th, 2016 02:47 am[The last text gained an affectionate and amused expression out of Eugene even though no one was there to see it in the small office area they had in their home. He'd been writing, or well trying to write more like it when the texting had started and quickly he'd ended up not getting much done at all.
The non answer was enough of an answer that Sledge after tucking away what he'd been working on out of sight went straight to the living room, a pleased smile still on his face.]
So, you never did answer me about the cat. I can get one, right? [He questioned, and sat as close to Merriell as he could without sitting on his lap, pressing his lips to his. He knew Merriell had probably about had his quote for the year on all the sap between the two of them though it'd been intermingled with such a heaviness that a part of Eugene still felt a dark weight hanging onto his shoulders.]
The non answer was enough of an answer that Sledge after tucking away what he'd been working on out of sight went straight to the living room, a pleased smile still on his face.]
So, you never did answer me about the cat. I can get one, right? [He questioned, and sat as close to Merriell as he could without sitting on his lap, pressing his lips to his. He knew Merriell had probably about had his quote for the year on all the sap between the two of them though it'd been intermingled with such a heaviness that a part of Eugene still felt a dark weight hanging onto his shoulders.]
for shokola
Oct. 5th, 2016 11:32 pm[Eugene had ended up staying in Louisiana. He'd start his studies soon and he found that it'd been a bit easier to deal with himself once he was away from his family. He loved them but there had been a constant pressure -- mostly from his mother -- to do more, to be fine when he wasn't. There was little of that here.
And he'd spent more and more time with Roe. It seemed odd to do so. But now he was headed to his place in what would really be the final nail on how odd all of this was. Ironic, perhaps was a better word. His knocked on his door light, remembering again the first time he'd stood here.
Was this right? Was this good for either of them to be going down this road? Could he even trust himself that this was really because of Roe. That for Roe it really was about Sledge? They were all they had left of something that had left them both hurting. It was hard know where one thing ended and another began.]
And he'd spent more and more time with Roe. It seemed odd to do so. But now he was headed to his place in what would really be the final nail on how odd all of this was. Ironic, perhaps was a better word. His knocked on his door light, remembering again the first time he'd stood here.
Was this right? Was this good for either of them to be going down this road? Could he even trust himself that this was really because of Roe. That for Roe it really was about Sledge? They were all they had left of something that had left them both hurting. It was hard know where one thing ended and another began.]
For orthodontia
Sep. 25th, 2016 11:33 am[It was one of those summer days where Merriell knew he'd be coming home to the doors and windows open and the swamp cooler running; the air was so hot, thick and humid that it was very much tangible, like wading through soup, and he'd already sweat through most of his shirt just driving home from work.
Sure enough, the whole house was open wide when he pulled in, and he was just reaching for the hem of his shirt to pull it right off on his way to the front door when he spotted something standing in the doorway that made him pause.]
Where the hell'd you come from? [The stranger just looked back at him as if it owned the place, then bolted into the house; brow furrowing in confusion, Merriell followed after it.]
Gene? [He sounded as though he could get frustrated if the situation called for it, but didn't want to jump the gun.] We got a cat in the house.
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[Gene had been unfortunately cooking to get dinner done by the time that Merriell got home -- and it almost was done but not quite. Sometimes the instructions on the box were just a bit not to be believed. He really hated cooking sometimes, or more so how hot the damned kitchen got.
But he wasn't about to complain.]
There's a what? [He called from the kitchen cooking in just his jeans -- at least he wasn't frying anything in oil.]
[From here]
Eugene stopped on the way to get Snafu a sandwich and some beer for the both of them. When he got to his place he didn't bother with knocking and just let himself in. "Hope you're in the mood for a sandwich," he called, dropping the items on the nearest flat surface.
Eugene stopped on the way to get Snafu a sandwich and some beer for the both of them. When he got to his place he didn't bother with knocking and just let himself in. "Hope you're in the mood for a sandwich," he called, dropping the items on the nearest flat surface.
