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Post by HADAS GLICK on Feb 4, 2014 6:32:50 GMT
Hadas and Rocky had been staying at Hadas' cramped little apartment lately. They took turns staying at each other's place. Hadas had debated a few times to ask Rocky if he and his lovely dog, Nick, could move in with him. For some reason though, he could never find a good time to pop the question.
Hadas was about to walk in the door a bit late, work had gone into overtime, which left him a bit tired and sadly sweaty. If someone hired a dancer, they shouldn't make him dance the entire four hours. At least he made a pretty penny, but his exhaustion made him a little irritable.
"I'm home," he called out when he finally made it up the stairs and threw the door to his apartment. He was first met by the dog, who dropped up, and by this time his paws reached his shoulder and if Hadas wasn't expecting this and holding onto the wall to keep himself grounded, he might have fallen back by his sure fire power-
Crash. It came from the sound of the kitchen. That didn't sound good. "Down." He ordered, and luckily Nick was trained enough to go down when he was told. Hadas walked hastily into the kitchen, "everything al-" he took a look at what had just fell.
It was the vase on top of the microwave, and while it was ugly and Hadas didn't particularly care for it, it was left to him by his grandmother and for that reason it was important to him. "How the hell did that happen?" He didn't scream, but he certainly was mad.
He looked for the dust pan and the broom, he knew that he didn't put it away from the last time he had swept the wooden kitchen floor. "That fucking vase was older than me." He was so mad he cursed. It wasn't something Hadas did often.
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Post by ROCKY VANCE on Feb 4, 2014 6:48:20 GMT
Rocky was in the kitchen, trying to get himself something to drink--not alcohol that time. He smiled to himself when he heard the door open and his boyfriend came into he apartment. "Here comes Nick!" He shouted towards the door, a smile apparent in his voice.
Unfortunately, as he was shouting, he wasn't paying attention what he was doing with his hands and arms. His head was craned out to shout at the front door, so when he pulled down the glass from the cabinet, he didn't notice how close it had gotten to the vase that sat upon the microwave nearby. His knuckles clipped the edge of the vase, pushing it off and causing it to hit the linoleum floor, shattering glass everywhere.
When Hadas had walked in to see the disaster, Rocky was on his knees picking up the shards. He looked up with a slight frown when Hadas cursed at him. "Excuse me?" He asked and stood up, looking down at Hadas as he brought the broom and dustpan over. "I'm sorry; I didn't know that this was so important, but I didn't mean to knock it over. If it was so important, why the hell did you put it on top of the fucking microwave of all things?"
Who put important heirlooms on the microwave near the cabinet doors? Normally people would put them somewhere else more safe, right?
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Post by HADAS GLICK on Feb 4, 2014 7:02:40 GMT
"You're excused." He grumbled. His body was sore, he was tired, and he wasn't exactly in the mood to deal with this. He stared down at the mess on the ground, there was no way he could hot glue this back together, it was broken into a million peaces. He swept it up and tossed it in the garbage before Nick stepped in it and he cut himself.
"I don't normally fucking knock things over," he retorted, his face contorting into a bit of a scowl before he sighed. "Don't use the fact that it wasn't locked away to excuse your actions." He snapped. If he could have just said sorry, that would have been a lot easier on Hadas.
"If you need to know," he spread his arms. "Look! My cabinets are wood, where do I suggest I should have put it? There's no display cabinet here." There was no room for an unnecessary furniture.
At least he didn't yell, right? He left without allowing Rocky to answer, he couldn't stand to be in this costume, and walked off to his bedroom, and in his angry state he forgot he even had a door to slam. He took out some clothes from his drawer.
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Post by ROCKY VANCE on Feb 4, 2014 7:19:32 GMT
Every time Rocky tried to reply, Hadas was coming at him with something else. The look on his face was complete shock and disbelief as he watched him. He blinked, mouth hanging open and before he knew it, Hadas had started making his way to the bedroom.
Well, of course Rocky followed suit.
"Wait a minute. Just wait a goddamned minute. Don't come in here with that attitude, yelling at me for something I didn't even mean to do. I'm sorry for breaking it, but dammit, there are other places to put a fucking vase." Once in the bedroom, Rocky shut the door, locking the dog out. "I was pulling down a cup to get something to drink, Hadas. I wasn't like I was aiming to shatter your precious treasure."
Rocky was really getting heated.
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Post by HADAS GLICK on Feb 4, 2014 7:29:26 GMT
Hadas could hear the dog pawing at the door.
He started to change, not really fucking caring if Rocky watched or not, he was just too fucking mad to bother. He had photo albums sure, a few other items, but his grandmother loved that stupid ugly thing and he could just picture her face if she could see it now - broken and in the garbage. "I can come in here with any attitude I want, this is my apartment. It was pretty far back on the microwave Rocky." Hadas had lived in this very apartment for two years, had the Nick for six months, and that vase had been in the same spot. It seemed like a perfectly fine place to put it.
Until this very moment, Hadas had his back turned to Rocky. Though quickly, he turned around, fast enough for his own hair to get stuck in his face. He pushed it away, and grabbed a shirt he had laid out. "A drink? I should have known." He was fucking drinking and thats how the vase got knocked over, great. Just great. He pulled his shirt down over his head, was this even his? He never remembered buying something so oversized on. It dawned on him that he was yelling at Rocky while he was wearing his clothes.
Whatever.
"How much did you drink tonight?"
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Post by ROCKY VANCE on Feb 4, 2014 7:41:48 GMT
What Hadas happened to put on wasn't eve registering with Rocky at that particular moment. The only thing he was paying attention to was how god damn upset he was at being yelled at over something he didn't mean to do. He even said sorry.
He let out a dry laugh, "Oh, okay. Your apartment. It's your apartment so you can come in here and yell at me all you want over an accident. Okay, sure," he replied sarcastically, crossing his arms over his chest. However, what came next made his eyes widen. "What did you just say to me?" He asked, taking a step forward, his arms dropping to his sides as he glared holes through Hadas' face. "I said I was making a drink, not getting piss drunk. I haven't had anything to drink today, Hadas. Fuck you," he seethed, incredibly offended. He didn't get drunk that often.
"I was making a glass of sweet tea. I made a pitcher this afternoon after work and I was feeling thirsty. I didn't know I drank alcohol every single time I wanted to drink something."
That was almost it. That comment right there almost drew the line.
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Post by HADAS GLICK on Feb 4, 2014 7:55:48 GMT
Hadas switched his pants quickly, getting out of those ridiculous things that wouldn't stop jingling every time he moved, and into a pair of shorts.
He crossed his arms over his chest, and took a step backwards when Rocky took one forward. Why couldn't he just get out of the bedroom? Why did he have to follow him in here? Why did they both feel the need to get in the last word? Hadas' short nails dug into the flesh of his arms, leaving small red indents so he didn't just explode. "No, fuck you." He didn't like the way that Rocky was looking at him. "I'm allowed to be mad over an accident." The last word spewed from his mouth like venom. "Like hell that I would care even if you did!" That last part he raised his voice, but quickly, he remembered that his walls were paper thin.
"Go drink your sweet tea and get out of my bedroom." He groaned as he sat on the bed, and collapsed. He didn't look at Rocky anymore, and the seconded that he lost eye contact, guilt swept over him. He was still mad though, still really fucking mad.
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Post by ROCKY VANCE on Feb 4, 2014 8:08:27 GMT
"How about I just leave and go home, huh? How about that?" he asked and swung open the door so hard that it smacked the bedroom wall. Did he care? Nope, he sure as hell didn't and instead he made his way into the living room. He sat down on the sofa and started to pull on his shoes, lacing them up haphazardly and without much care. He was pissed and quite frankly he didn't want to see Hadas right then. He grabbed his coat, made his way across the apartment and slammed the door behind him as he left. He didn't give a fuck who in the apartment complex heard what was going on. Let them hear.
He made his way outside and leaned up against the side of the building, fished into his coat pocket and pulled out a pack of cigarettes. He needed to relax, calm down and try to chill out. In the grand scheme of things, he didn't actually plan on leaving the whole apartment complex. He couldn't. His keys were still inside Hadas' apartment on the coffee table. No, all he needed was a smoke and he'd eventually calm down he was sure.
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Post by HADAS GLICK on Feb 4, 2014 8:26:38 GMT
"See if I care." He mumbled. He did care though, and he was definitely down to earth enough to jump when the door slammed. "Do you have to break more of my things?" He called out, and in response the front door slammed open and shot. Then it was just Hadas and Nick, and Nick wasn't too keen on dealing with him either. Rather than jump on the bed and take up most of it, the dog just curled up at the front of it on the ground, where his bed was but he never used.
Fuck, he felt bad. While it was an old vase, it was just, just a vase that his grandmother happened to have liked. Rocky was right, Hadas did store it wrong. It should have been somewhere, well, safer. Maybe he should have just stuck it in storage. He curled up for a few minutes, trying to just, he didn't even know what he was doing. He got up, carefully avoided stepping on the dog and slipped on some shoes. He couldn't have gotten to his care already right?
He didn't really bother with grabbing a coat before he left his apartment. Shoes were good enough. He felt like he kinda deserved the cold too, he was completely wrong. He went down the steps and out the door to the outside. He wasn't too far off, leaned up against a wall. He walked over slowly, as if he was testing the waters. He shoved his hands in his pockets, and looked down, too ashamed to really look him in the face. "I'm sorry, that I accused you of drinking. I'm sorry I got so angry." He kicked at the ground with his shoe. He closed his eyes and just waited for Rocky to yell at him, he deserved it. He really did.
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Post by ROCKY VANCE on Feb 4, 2014 8:43:26 GMT
Rocky heard him coming, the crunch of the foliage that had grown over the sidewalk getting louder as the other male drew closer. He said nothing to indicate he knew that the dancer was coming up to him and when he was right there beside him, Rocky didn't even look his way. He waited to hear what the other had to say, took a drag off of his cigarette, then let it out slowly with a sigh.
"I don't particularly want to look at you right now," he said flatly, thumping off a bit of ash to the ground. He had't even gone through his whole cigarette before Hadas had made his way down. "You really managed to piss me off." A few more drags off his cigarette before he put it out against the side of the building, the thumped it across the way.
When he turned to finally look at Hadas he noticed that all he wore was his shoes, a pair of shorts, and his t-shirt. He sighed and took off his coat, pulled Hadas closer, and draped it over his shoulders. "You dumbass, you're going to get sick walking around like that."
The words were harsh, but his intention was gentle and showed that he really did care. He had accepted the dancer's apology, even if Rocky was still irritated at him.
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Post by HADAS GLICK on Feb 4, 2014 9:00:07 GMT
It wasn't very far from what he expected. He could understand not wanting to be looked at, Hadas didn't particularly wanna look at himself right now. He wasn't wrong coming down to apologize, he felt a bit better. Still not enough to really pick up his head. He nodded the first time in understanding. He wanted to slump down to his knees, he hadn't felt this bad in a long, long time. He hadn't gotten this angry in a while either. The cold bit at his legs. His arms on the other hand never really got cold, he didn't really get it.
Then Rocky pulled him closer, and he looked up. His coat was warm, but he didn't want it. What if Rocky got cold? What if he got sick? Wasn't he still on his best behavior thing at work? He knew that Rocky wasn't going to accept it back though. "Thank you." He pulled his hands out of his pockets and into his sleeves. He leaned up against Rocky for a moment, head up against Rocky's chest. "Lets go inside before you get sick though."
He pulled away. Somehow though, he could finally keep his head up. Rocky had accepted his apology. "When we get back, I'm gonna give you back some clothes of yours. I think I accidentally put them with mine." He still didn't know how he did that. For emphasis, he tugged at the front of shirt he was currently wearing.
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Post by ROCKY VANCE on Feb 4, 2014 9:34:11 GMT
Without a word, Rocky scooped Hadas up into his arms and carried him all the way back to the apartment, ignoring any protests against the gesture. Sure, he was still sore with Hadas, but he was also brave enough to know when not to let pride get in the way of things. The other male felt horrible and Rocky recognized that. He could be mad at him and still take care of him at the same time; it wasn't a difficult concept to grasp or picture. At least, it wasn't for him.
"Keep 'em," he said in response to his clothes somehow getting mixed up into Hadas'. "I don't mind it. You like my clothes and besides, it's something of mine for you to have for when I'm not here."
At that thought, he wondered what it was like for Hadas when he wasn't there. Did he get lonely when his bed was empty? Rocky really hated it when Hadas wasn't there to keep the other side of his bed warm, so he could only imagine it to be the same for the other, too.
Once inside, Rocky made his way to the bedroom and put Hadas down onto the bed. Rocky stood on the floor and crossed his arms, looking down at Hadas with a frown. "I accept your apology, but damn Hadas... Do you really feel that way about me and drinking? Do I drink that much?" It wasn't an accusation hidden in some kind of speech. No, that was an honest question. He was secretly scared that Hadas viewed him as some kind of alcoholic who drank all day, every day, even when he wasn't around to see it. If the word "drink" came out of his mouth and the first thing that his boyfriend thought of was him getting drunk, then there was a problem and it definitely needed to be discussed.
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Post by HADAS GLICK on Feb 4, 2014 15:58:32 GMT
He wanted to be let down, he didn't like to be carried around, though he did like being in Rocky's arms. He wrapped his arms around Rocky's neck and tried his best not to look down. There was something odd about being carried and looking down, and just ugh. Rocky didn't respond to his minor, and rather weak demands to be put down.
"I do like them." Mainly because he could faintly smell Rocky in them. They were comforting. It was hard to sleep alone at this point, well, not exactly alone he had Nick, but still it wasn't the same as Nick, Rocky, and Hadas. Or sometimes, if they were lucky, just him and Rocky.
He sighed when he was plopped on the bed. He looked up at Rocky, and crossed his legs as they hung off of the bed. "You drink a bit." Certainly a lot more than Hadas did. "Maybe a little more than a bit." He looked down, unsure about exactly how he'd react. "I mean, I don't really, uh mind when you're drunk anyway." He got tipsy more than he got drunk, but still it.
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Post by ROCKY VANCE on Feb 5, 2014 1:45:25 GMT
It wasn't really much of a discussion if Hadas was going to be sheepish throughout the whole thing. Rocky wanted him to be honest and forward with his thoughts on the matter, not hide behind a bush. With a sigh, he sat down on the bed beside Hadas, hands resting in his own lap as he looked over at his boyfriend.
"Hadas, please don't hide from me. I want to know how you truly feel about all this. You don't have to try and please me because right now you're looking like a people pleaser. Just tell me what you really think. I won't get mad," he said, his face showing an expression that showed what he said was true.
He just wanted to know what Hadas really felt.
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Post by HADAS GLICK on Feb 5, 2014 3:55:24 GMT
He looked at Rocky, blinked once or twice and opened his mouth then closed it. He wanted to think about it before he gave his answer, he had already said enough rash things for the night. "You drink more than most." He did. "You're not mean, or vicious though so I normally don't really mind.' That was the truth. "You can continue doing whatever you want though." What Hadas said before - what he assumed before - was wrong, and he felt guilty as hell.
Rocky was nice to him, and he was good to him, and he was really affectionate and Hadas loved him and he showed it by second guessing his actions in a rash, heated moment.
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