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Murphy would be a complete hypocrite if he told Dallas to get his shoes off the table - it wasn’t like he was much of a neat-freak himself or anything. He just took another sip of his soda and grinned, looking the man up and down. If Murphy was being completely honest, Dallas looked smoking hot right now, cheesy fingers and all. But he couldn’t exactly go out looking like that. “I’m thinkin’ around nine. Any earlier will just be lame. I’ll get us an Uber or something to pick us up around then.” Because while Murphy wasn’t the most mature person in the world, he was pretty damn responsible. After finishing off his drink, Murphy sets the can down and pushes away from the counter. “I’m gonna go shower. Raid my fridge all you want, but do not touch my music.” With a warning glare in parting, Murphy headed to his bathroom, pulling his shirt off as he went. Yeah, he thought, tonight should be fun.

As soon as Murphy headed off towards the bathroom, Dallas took the liberty of eyeing his friend up as his shirt peeled off. They’d seen each other with much less, but he knew to appreciate the small glimpses like that while they lasted, knowing he’d never be dumb enough to act on them and potentially jeopardize their unique friendship. Once Murphy was out of his light of sight, he forced himself to get up, raiding the other man’s fridge for a beer to take back over to his place to get cleaned up. If they were taking an Uber downtown, he might as well pregame and spare himself (and his wallet) from the overpriced alcohol. 

When Dallas tore out of the kitchen ( almost falling on his face as he did so ) Murphy was too surprised to follow him right away. But as soon as he got his wits about him he followed close behind, feet pounding the whole way. At this rate, they’d have someone from the floor below screaming about the noise they were making before the sun set. By the time Murphy reached his own kitchen, Dallas was already rummaging through his cupboards for the aforementioned snacks. “They’re in the cupboard to the right of the fridge,” he informed his friend, running a hand through his hair. “And if you keep insulting my taste in music, I’m gonna shut my door. And lock it.” There were times when Murphy wondered why they didn’t just move in together; they treated each other’s apartments like communal space, anyways. But that felt like a step too far. Too serious. He liked how things were right now. “You wanna get some drinks tonight?” he asked, irritation at Dallas forgotten. “My treat.”

Their friendship was valuable to Dallas. It had been a long time since he’d gotten along so well with someone else, let alone pretty much co-existed in the same unit. Some nights, Dallas crashed on Murphy’s couch. Some nights, Murphy crashed with Dallas. It was a give and take, and they balanced each other out flawlessly. Straightening his posture, he reached for the cupboard that his friend directed him to, pulling out a bag of cheetos and opening it with his teeth.   ❝ I knew you’d pull through for me, Murph. Thanks, ❞   he chimed happily, plopping in a kitchen chair and putting his feet on the table while he happily munched on the snack.

@aeipathisms | continued from here

Murphy stood in the doorway to the kitchen, arms crossed over his chest as he watched Dallas look through his cupboards with an amused expression on his face. His smile only grew when the man admitted defeat, practically begging him for some food. Bingo. “Well…I did just go shopping the other day…and I so happened to buy those disgusting nuts you apparently can’t live without.” Murphy had tried a handful one time when Dallas and offered and ew, no thank you. But he made sure to keep some stocked in his kitchen at all times. Just in case. This seemed to be one of those times. Straightening up, Murphy jerked his head in the direction of his apartment. “Come on over. Mi casa es su casa and all that jazz.” With that he headed out of Dallas’ apartment and back into his own. He’d gladly let the man raid his kitchen if it meant hearing good music coming from his place.

It became painstakingly obvious that their whole banter was going to be a losing battle, and though Dallas was resigning this time around, he had faith that karma would sort itself out one way or another. Hopping back off the counter, he rolled his eyes at his best friend.   ❝ Je ne parle pas espagnol, stupide. Allons! ❞   He clapped his hands together and shuffled over to reluctantly switch the music. Honestly, he was just grateful that nobody else on their floor had filed a noise complain yet. Between his and Murphy’s bickering, the music, and Dallas’s general clumsiness at unfortunate hours of the night — he was an awful neighbor.

            Rapunzel was only a few steps behind him, and once she was up to the top she lowered her gaze to wipe her hands on her pants.  She looked up only to give him a somewhat offended look as he shushed her, but it soon faded as she looked at the view.  The buildings looked like a painting, almost too beautiful to be real.  As she stood there, she was breathless, unable to take her eyes off of the buildings.  “How on Earth did you find this?”

Murphy was just getting used to the blissful silence when Dallas stormed into the room, sans shirt and pants. Whatever retort Murphy had been planning to use died on his tongue as he took in the man standing on the opposite side of the living room. It wasn’t the first time he’d seen Dallas practically naked, but right now he looked particularly good, especially with his hair styled like that, all controlled mess. Murphy had to take a moment to collect himself, straightening as he swallowed around the dryness in his throat. “If you had decent taste I wouldn’t need to shut your music off,” he said, crossing over to the couch and plopping down on it. He kicked his feet up on the coffee table, fixing Dallas with a shit-eating grin. “Didn’t I send you a Spotify playlist last week? You should be playing that, for both our sakes’.” Murphy liked the guy, he really did, but his taste in music? Questionable at best.

As Murphy gave him a once over, Dallas scratched the back of his head. It was no secret that they flirted every chance they could get, but something about the way his friend was looking at him was more carnal than ever. He cleared his throat, waving his hands in front of Murphy’s face.   ❝ Hellllloooo? ❞   And that finally broke the other male of his trance. Dallas rolled his eyes at the remark, shaking his head in disagreement. How could Murphy say such a thing? Wake Up Sunshine was one of All Time Low’s best albums to date! 

“—-No.  But you of all people know I’m great at everything I do so you’ll be just fine.”

now that i’m back at work, i’ve been adjusting back to #serverlife and being on my feet so much. even though i’ve only got a couple of shifts a week, it still takes a lot of mental and physical energy out of me. what muse i do have for writing is kind of being put towards my solo murphy blog i revived ( @learnednothing ) and the t100 dis/cord server i made last week! i still plan on remaining semi-active on this blog bc i love all the plots i have with every one. i just may not be as speedy here anymore unfortunately. i love all of you! ♡ hit me up on dis/cord at tee.#6336 ! i’m also going to reblog the promo for the aforementioned server i’m running, so be sure to check that out if you’re into the 100 at all! xoxo.