Thirsty// Open RP

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andersonfromforensicsblog:

notinterestedinyourdivision:

Myc frowned deeper, “I wouldn’t be so aggressive if you weren’t so difficult.” His tone was annoyed, though not angry. Yet.

“I’m being difficult because you’re scaring me! It’s my automatic defense mechanism.” He pushed himself up to sit on the worktop, resting his head back on the wall behind him. “Please just… If you’re going to do this to me then I’d rather you be kinder.” He muttered, almost inaudible.

He let out a deep sigh, his expression softening. “Fine. I apologize, alright?”

“Alright.” He nodded shortly and smiled, tired. “Do you want me to do anything for you while you’re like this? I’m assuming that you’re not going to let me leave still even if you do feel guilty.”

Mm… I’m tired.

I feel like I look pale too, do I look pale?

Thirsty// Open RP

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Myc frowned deeper, “I wouldn’t be so aggressive if you weren’t so difficult.” His tone was annoyed, though not angry. Yet.

“I’m being difficult because you’re scaring me! It’s my automatic defense mechanism.” He pushed himself up to sit on the worktop, resting his head back on the wall behind him. “Please just… If you’re going to do this to me then I’d rather you be kinder.” He muttered, almost inaudible.

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andersonfromforensicsblog:

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His frown was disapproving. “Go sit down, then. I’ll make you something.” Myc’s tone suggested that this was not up for debate. 

He avoided eye contact as he noticed Myc’s expression changing, “I’m fine standing for now Myc, I don’t need to sit down.” He mumbled, though he stepped out of Myc’s way.

“Sit.” He ordered, casting a glare at him before he got out some meat and began to make a sandwich for each of them. 

He stumbled back a little, still not sitting. “Why are you being so aggressive with me? You can’t really be treating me like a prisoner, I thought you were joking when you said that earlier.”

Thirsty// Open RP

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His frown was disapproving. “Go sit down, then. I’ll make you something.” Myc’s tone suggested that this was not up for debate. 

He avoided eye contact as he noticed Myc’s expression changing, “I’m fine standing for now Myc, I don’t need to sit down.” He mumbled, though he stepped out of Myc’s way.

Thirsty// Open RP

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Myc remained silent, knowing that Anderson wouldn’t appreciate his answer. He stood and padded into the small kitchen. “What were you seeking, exactly?”

“A way out.” He muttered shortly, under his breath. He turned to face Myc and shrugged, “Maybe some garlic or a wooden cross - you seem the type to own one.” He leaned against the work surface. “But I didn’t find anything. I’m making myself some food before I faint.” He took a slow breath and his hands gripped at the worktop.

Thirsty// Open RP

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“I promised to tell you the next time I was going to do that, did I not?” He watched as the other yawned widely. “Of course,” Myc said, his arm releasing Anderson’s waist.

“Yeah, I guess you did.” He pushed himself up shakily and walked in the direction of the kitchen, “Anything you want while I’m out here?” He asked innocently, turning back to look at Myc who had already paled a little.

“Whatever you’re having, I suppose. I haven’t tried eating any food yet.” He watched as Anderson wandered into the kitchen, “Do you know where everything is?” Myc looked away as a small bout of hunger hit him and didn’t look back until it settled.

Anderson looked around the kitchen and sighed, “I can’t find exactly what I was looking for.” He called back, scratching at his neck and wincing. “D-do you want me to make you some toast or something to try, I’m sure that’s nicer than me..” He tried to laugh, staring out of the kitchen window.

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“I don’t know,” Myc replied simply. “And no, Anderson. I already told you I’m not hungry right now.” He pulled him closer, so that the other man rested against his side.

“O-okay, I only ask because you’re pulling me so close…” He shrugged and rested his head on Myc’s shoulder with a shuddering yawn, “I’m tired…” He grumbled. “Can I go get something from the kitchen?” He turned his head up to look at Myc carefully.

“I promised to tell you the next time I was going to do that, did I not?” He watched as the other yawned widely. “Of course,” Myc said, his arm releasing Anderson’s waist.

“Yeah, I guess you did.” He pushed himself up shakily and walked in the direction of the kitchen, “Anything you want while I’m out here?” He asked innocently, turning back to look at Myc who had already paled a little.

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andersonfromforensicsblog:

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“You to be closer,” he replied, his arm wrapping around Anderson’s waist when he was close enough. Myc slid down so that he wasn’t resting on the arm of the couch any longer.

“Why?” Anderson asked with a nervous tone, turning away a little as Myc sat closer to him, he shied away at the arm around his waist and blinked slowly, “You’re not going to… not so soon, are you?”

“I don’t know,” Myc replied simply. “And no, Anderson. I already told you I’m not hungry right now.” He pulled him closer, so that the other man rested against his side.

“O-okay, I only ask because you’re pulling me so close…” He shrugged and rested his head on Myc’s shoulder with a shuddering yawn, “I’m tired…” He grumbled. “Can I go get something from the kitchen?” He turned his head up to look at Myc carefully.

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“You to be closer,” he replied, his arm wrapping around Anderson’s waist when he was close enough. Myc slid down so that he wasn’t resting on the arm of the couch any longer.

“Why?” Anderson asked with a nervous tone, turning away a little as Myc sat closer to him, he shied away at the arm around his waist and blinked slowly, “You’re not going to… not so soon, are you?”