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youre_smashing2013-08-31 06:12 pm
sortahappened) wrote in youre_smashing2013-08-31 06:12 pm
Don't look at me oh my god.
[ There's a ton of noise in the janitor's closet. Like, tons. Like someone is probably banging in there. It's a school right? ISN'T THAT A THING? Custodial makeouts. I don't know.
But as suddenly as these things tend to happen, the door flies open and in the midst of mops and buckets and other necessary items for keeping a school tidy falls forward a young man, flat on his pretty face.
At first he doesn't move, listening to a steel bucket roll off in complaint, but then as he regains some awareness, he's pulling himself with his arms. He can't shift his legs much with his pants wrapped around his knees, ass just saved from being bare by dark briefs. As he pulls his feet from the fray, two screwdrivers come bouncing out and roll away, as if escaping the scene of a glorious prank.
He stops moving again, groaning a little into the floor. Maybe it'd be good if someone checked on him. ]
But as suddenly as these things tend to happen, the door flies open and in the midst of mops and buckets and other necessary items for keeping a school tidy falls forward a young man, flat on his pretty face.
At first he doesn't move, listening to a steel bucket roll off in complaint, but then as he regains some awareness, he's pulling himself with his arms. He can't shift his legs much with his pants wrapped around his knees, ass just saved from being bare by dark briefs. As he pulls his feet from the fray, two screwdrivers come bouncing out and roll away, as if escaping the scene of a glorious prank.
He stops moving again, groaning a little into the floor. Maybe it'd be good if someone checked on him. ]
only if you promise not to look at me either
Arrrgh... Right on the kiester. Smooth moves, Brady! Cripes, at least-- [He grunts like an old man when he tries to sit up...] That's gonna leave a mark. At least there ain't anybody 'round to... Oof... See...
[THIS TIME! He's gonna do it: he's gonna make it happen. He sits up and, after a moment of silence, promptly starts
shrieking like a girlyelling like this dude with his pants down is encroaching on his privacy.]GAH! Wh-... What gives!? You coulda given me a heart attack! Y-- [Just give him a second to notice the pants...] ... That ain't right. Uh. [He scoots closer and carefully taps the guy on the shoulder. Maybe he should've looked for a stick instead...] You ain't dead, are you?
awkward fumbling in the dark.... (BRADYFGGFJHFDKJ)
oh no you touched him YOU HAVE A CASE OF THE GAYS NOWAkira registers that a man is speaking to him, but where he just came from is the cold reminder that any given voice could be linked to a terrible fate. The direct contact was more than enough to trigger a quick maneuver to rise up on one elbow and throw the other to slam into whoever was trying to get near him now. CHRIST. Give him a break!
Startled and on the defense, he snaps a look toward Brady, eyes wild, but when he sees it isn't who he thinks it is...
Oh.
Oops. ]
touch a butt, say it was an accident, but it wasn't an accident......
no homo...Elbow, meet side. This is the beginning of a beautiful friendship. Brady makes a valiant effort to shout like a man over getting hit for no reason, but all he can manage is a wheeze as he slumps over.]
Dammit...
[He groans and scrambles to his feet, clinging desperately to the hope that this weirdo that just came out of a closet didn't notice that Brady maybe is not very good at taking a hit. He's much more comfortable with yelling.]
Listen up, ya dastard! If you wanna tussle, fine, but pull your damn pants up first, 'cuz I ain't punchin' a man with his smallclothes showin'!
OUT OF A CLOSET, YOU SAY, and other expected jokes
[ Akira wasn't entirely grasping his terminology, but when came the draft mingling with the inability to move his legs much, he got the message. Oh, he got the message. ]
C-ch - !
[ He flopped onto his back like a fish and flapped his fins around enough until he had his pants back up to his thighs. Once there, Akira sat up, got to his knees and fixed them the rest of the way up. None of this was without marking the embarrassment all over his face, his very own stomach punch to his pride.
A zip and belt jingle later and Akira was staying steady on his knees, remembering he'd been kicked a few times before ending up here. He wasn't eager to move yet, but this guy...
And this place. ]
...
This isn't Igura.
[ HE WAS HANDLING THIS PRETTY WELL. And didn't really care much that he socked you, Brady, sry2say.
But he was expecting an answer to his not question. ]
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