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@eldermicheals
hello !! Im Elder Micheals. I made a tumblr blog cause all my friends are doing it.
I like reading and I’ve been taking a lot of pictures lately so you can ask about that if you want.
(OOC: hellooo!!! This is The blog owner talking, this is my first rp blog so please be nice to me lol, I’m doing my best-
Also there probably won’t be drawings often, but I’ll try my best to have them here and there :3 )
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Happy Pride Month, Elder Michaels!!!
Yay :) I feel happy about this
*Davis is standing in front of the stovetop, his entire body trembling as he attempts to cook. The eggs are starting to burn, but his entire body seems unfocused, gaze resting somewhere behind the pan itself.* *His head suddenly whips around, staring into the darkness of the hall with a jittery, unfocused gaze. He can't really make it out with all of the bright, distracting colors, but he could swear he saw something, someone, standing just beyond the darkness.* "Who– who's there? Hello??" *He whisper–hisses, trying to keep quiet despite the tremors of anxiety and terror coursing through his body.*
@eldermicheals
*Josh walks into the kitchen. The aftermath of arguing with his bestfriend of all time is still hanging on his shoulders like steel. But he can also smell the scent of something burning*
It’s just me, Robbie. I think you’re burning the eggs.
*noticing the state of Davis, Michaels walks closer*
You’re shaking, are you feeling alright? I could help you with the eggs, if you want of course.
*Robert nearly jumps when he hears Josh's voice, his entire body tensed as his eyes rapidly dart around. He reaches out blindly behind himself for something to hold onto, jolting upright as he presses his palm flat against the hot stove. The pain doesn't seem to sober him up whatsoever.* "Josh? What're you... 'm just making some eggs, for breakfast, I don't..." *He trails off mid–sentence, gaze coming to rest somewhere over the other Elder's shoulder for a moment before he lets out a small whimper and turns back to Josh.* "You should... you should be asleep right now. Busy day today, right?" *He lets out a manic, sort of strained sound that was probably meant to be a laugh. His hand still rests slightly too close to the burning–hot stove for comfort.*
*Michaels frantically moves to get Davis’s hand away from the stove*
Oh, Robbie don’t hurt yourself… are you ok? You’re shaking a little.
You should hold your hand under cold water, that looks like a burn that hurts. Here I’ll turn on the sink.
*Josh lets go of Robert, trusting he won’t go to the stove again. He turns on the sink, ice cold water spewing out. He leans against the counter.*
And to answer your question,I couldn’t sleep. So I figured getting up would be better than just laying there.
*Robert's gaze drifted towards the darkened hallway as Josh went to turn on the sink. He seemed to be zoning in and out at random increments, fully aware one moment and completely checked out the next.* "It hurts? Oh, I mean, right, good, I'll... I'll go do that," *he agreed, taking a few steps towards the sink before pausing, eyes darting around the room in confusion and a growing look of anxiety.* "...where, uh, where is the sink? You're still here, right, Josh??"
Yes I’m still here? The sink it’s right there
*Josh points to the sink, which is extremely close to them*
Your hand Robbie, hold it under the sink please.
*Michaels despite his confusion, takes Robert’s hand and pulls it to the sink, letting it go when it’s under the water stream. *
Did you get anymore things from Gotswana? You aren’t acting like yourself.
*Michales goes to the stove, turning down the heat, not wanting to cause another fire*
*Davis is standing in front of the stovetop, his entire body trembling as he attempts to cook. The eggs are starting to burn, but his entire body seems unfocused, gaze resting somewhere behind the pan itself.* *His head suddenly whips around, staring into the darkness of the hall with a jittery, unfocused gaze. He can't really make it out with all of the bright, distracting colors, but he could swear he saw something, someone, standing just beyond the darkness.* "Who– who's there? Hello??" *He whisper–hisses, trying to keep quiet despite the tremors of anxiety and terror coursing through his body.*
@eldermicheals
*Josh walks into the kitchen. The aftermath of arguing with his bestfriend of all time is still hanging on his shoulders like steel. But he can also smell the scent of something burning*
It’s just me, Robbie. I think you’re burning the eggs.
*noticing the state of Davis, Michaels walks closer*
You’re shaking, are you feeling alright? I could help you with the eggs, if you want of course.
*Robert nearly jumps when he hears Josh's voice, his entire body tensed as his eyes rapidly dart around. He reaches out blindly behind himself for something to hold onto, jolting upright as he presses his palm flat against the hot stove. The pain doesn't seem to sober him up whatsoever.* "Josh? What're you... 'm just making some eggs, for breakfast, I don't..." *He trails off mid–sentence, gaze coming to rest somewhere over the other Elder's shoulder for a moment before he lets out a small whimper and turns back to Josh.* "You should... you should be asleep right now. Busy day today, right?" *He lets out a manic, sort of strained sound that was probably meant to be a laugh. His hand still rests slightly too close to the burning–hot stove for comfort.*
*Michaels frantically moves to get Davis’s hand away from the stove*
Oh, Robbie don’t hurt yourself… are you ok? You’re shaking a little.
You should hold your hand under cold water, that looks like a burn that hurts. Here I’ll turn on the sink.
*Josh lets go of Robert, trusting he won’t go to the stove again. He turns on the sink, ice cold water spewing out. He leans against the counter.*
And to answer your question,I couldn’t sleep. So I figured getting up would be better than just laying there.
*Davis is standing in front of the stovetop, his entire body trembling as he attempts to cook. The eggs are starting to burn, but his entire body seems unfocused, gaze resting somewhere behind the pan itself.* *His head suddenly whips around, staring into the darkness of the hall with a jittery, unfocused gaze. He can't really make it out with all of the bright, distracting colors, but he could swear he saw something, someone, standing just beyond the darkness.* "Who– who's there? Hello??" *He whisper–hisses, trying to keep quiet despite the tremors of anxiety and terror coursing through his body.*
@eldermicheals
*Josh walks into the kitchen. The aftermath of arguing with his bestfriend of all time is still hanging on his shoulders like steel. But he can also smell the scent of something burning*
It’s just me, Robbie. I think you’re burning the eggs.
*noticing the state of Davis, Michaels walks closer*
You’re shaking, are you feeling alright? I could help you with the eggs, if you want of course.
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Hey Michaels sweetheart, I hope you don't mind if I write "boyf" on one of your ties. It's gonna make things better I promise.
I don’t think anybody else should get involved with this .
I’ve already embarrassed myself enough
Get Davis high again. He's being a dick rather than sucking yours
I don’t think he wants to be my friend anymore. Let alone more.
I crossed a boundary and I don’t think he’ll forgive me.
Also he has the weed not me.
( @elder-robert-davis)
"..." "Look, Elder Michaels, I'm not upset with you about... what happened, earlier. Neither of us were in our right state of mind, and we both made a mistake. You're still my best friend, even if we've both made mistakes." "The important thing is that we move past them, and do everything in our power to keep something like that from ever happening again. I'm not mad, and I'm sorry for avoiding you while I processed things. I promise you, Josh, that I won't let it happen again."
But- Robbie I- I didn’t mind it. Not at all. Robbie I want-
Just forget it, it’s fine.
"Well, I did mind it. Homosexuality is a sin, and being here with all you homos was starting to get to me, that's all. Don't worry, I'm working to get permission to try and help keep any more 'incidents' like this from happening." "But fine, sure, I'll try my best for forget it happened. It's just water under the bridge, right Elder?"
So I’m nothing more than a homo to you? Robert I don’t want you speaking about your fellow elders like that.
You can think exactly what you want, but you don’t get to say things like that.
(OOC: Michales is gaining a backbone wowow)
*Davis pauses, slightly taken aback.* "...well, am I wrong? Most of the Elders in this district are either homosexual or somewhat homosexual–affiliated, so I don't think it's incorrect for me to say it how it is." "And I didn't mean that you're only a homo. You're my best friend, who just happens to have some vices he has to work through. Nobody's perfect, and I recognize that, Elder Michaels."
Its way you say it. You say it like its something bad, something you can catch. Something that makes me less good.
It feels like your disgusted by me. I don’t know what I think about that. I kissed you, and I’m truly sorry if I made you uncomfortable.
But I’m hurt. What do you want, Robert?
"What I really want is for us to go back to how we were before this whole ordeal even happened. We were good friends then, and now everything's so... so complicated, and I'm not happy about it." "And I'm not disgusted by you, I just– I feel like there are a lot of better things you could be doing instead of indulging in whatever the heck this is, that's all. It's just because I care about you, Josh."
I need some time. You’re still welcome to sleep in me and Zelders room. I’m still your friend, I just- I need sometime alone.
This is all just not what I thought would happen. And , and I’m tired (OOC: he’s gonna cry)
Get Davis high again. He's being a dick rather than sucking yours
I don’t think he wants to be my friend anymore. Let alone more.
I crossed a boundary and I don’t think he’ll forgive me.
Also he has the weed not me.
( @elder-robert-davis)
"..." "Look, Elder Michaels, I'm not upset with you about... what happened, earlier. Neither of us were in our right state of mind, and we both made a mistake. You're still my best friend, even if we've both made mistakes." "The important thing is that we move past them, and do everything in our power to keep something like that from ever happening again. I'm not mad, and I'm sorry for avoiding you while I processed things. I promise you, Josh, that I won't let it happen again."
But- Robbie I- I didn’t mind it. Not at all. Robbie I want-
Just forget it, it’s fine.
"Well, I did mind it. Homosexuality is a sin, and being here with all you homos was starting to get to me, that's all. Don't worry, I'm working to get permission to try and help keep any more 'incidents' like this from happening." "But fine, sure, I'll try my best for forget it happened. It's just water under the bridge, right Elder?"
So I’m nothing more than a homo to you? Robert I don’t want you speaking about your fellow elders like that.
You can think exactly what you want, but you don’t get to say things like that.
(OOC: Michales is gaining a backbone wowow)
*Davis pauses, slightly taken aback.* "...well, am I wrong? Most of the Elders in this district are either homosexual or somewhat homosexual–affiliated, so I don't think it's incorrect for me to say it how it is." "And I didn't mean that you're only a homo. You're my best friend, who just happens to have some vices he has to work through. Nobody's perfect, and I recognize that, Elder Michaels."
Its way you say it. You say it like its something bad, something you can catch. Something that makes me less good.
It feels like your disgusted by me. I don’t know what I think about that. I kissed you, and I’m truly sorry if I made you uncomfortable.
But I’m hurt. What do you want, Robert?
Get Davis high again. He's being a dick rather than sucking yours
I don’t think he wants to be my friend anymore. Let alone more.
I crossed a boundary and I don’t think he’ll forgive me.
Also he has the weed not me.
( @elder-robert-davis)
"..." "Look, Elder Michaels, I'm not upset with you about... what happened, earlier. Neither of us were in our right state of mind, and we both made a mistake. You're still my best friend, even if we've both made mistakes." "The important thing is that we move past them, and do everything in our power to keep something like that from ever happening again. I'm not mad, and I'm sorry for avoiding you while I processed things. I promise you, Josh, that I won't let it happen again."
But- Robbie I- I didn’t mind it. Not at all. Robbie I want-
Just forget it, it’s fine.
"Well, I did mind it. Homosexuality is a sin, and being here with all you homos was starting to get to me, that's all. Don't worry, I'm working to get permission to try and help keep any more 'incidents' like this from happening." "But fine, sure, I'll try my best for forget it happened. It's just water under the bridge, right Elder?"
So I’m nothing more than a homo to you? Robert I don’t want you speaking about your fellow elders like that.
You can think exactly what you want, but you don’t get to say things like that.
(OOC: Michales is gaining a backbone wowow)
Get Davis high again. He's being a dick rather than sucking yours
I don’t think he wants to be my friend anymore. Let alone more.
I crossed a boundary and I don’t think he’ll forgive me.
Also he has the weed not me.
( @elder-robert-davis)
"..." "Look, Elder Michaels, I'm not upset with you about... what happened, earlier. Neither of us were in our right state of mind, and we both made a mistake. You're still my best friend, even if we've both made mistakes." "The important thing is that we move past them, and do everything in our power to keep something like that from ever happening again. I'm not mad, and I'm sorry for avoiding you while I processed things. I promise you, Josh, that I won't let it happen again."
But- Robbie I- I didn’t mind it. Not at all. Robbie I want-
Just forget it, it’s fine.
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Get Davis high again. He's being a dick rather than sucking yours
I don’t think he wants to be my friend anymore. Let alone more.
I crossed a boundary and I don’t think he’ll forgive me.
Also he has the weed not me.
( @elder-robert-davis)
*Robert sits on the steps at the back door of the missionary house, joint held in one hand as he stares at the ground. He's been out here for ten, maybe fifteen minutes at most.* "Jeez, what am I doing...? Smoking weed like a delinquent, just to try and fix another awful sin. Gosh darn it, I'm a failure to both god and myself..."
@eldermicheals
*Michaels comes from the back of the hut, camera around his neck, most likely having been taking photographs of some insects or plants.*
Oh hi Robbie! what are you doing here-
*A look of shock paints his face when his eyes land on what Robert is holding*
Is that drugs?! Why do you have those? I didn’t know you did.. weed.
*Robert jolts upright from surprise as he hears Josh approach, eyes darting from his face to the joint in his hands.* "I– what're you doing here? I thought you were out... taking pictures or something..." *He takes another pull from the joint, coughing slightly as he exhaled the smoke.* "'S medical, don't worry. I got it from Gotswana, and Elder Cunningham says it's alright to smoke sometimes, so I'm seeing if it actually does anything to help."
*The worry on Josh’s face slightly goes away, some of it remaining.*
Well if it’s medical I don’t see the problem. Mind if I sit?
*Anticipating the response, Josh moves to sit next to the other man, before Davis can answer*
I was on my way to the town, but I spotted some butterflies on the backside of the hut, and they were too beautiful not to photograph. I can show you later if you want.
*a beat of silence passes, Michaels curiosity gets the better of him*
So does it taste like something?
*Robert tenses slightly as Josh settled down beside him, remembering how easy it would be to slip up while high, but he eventually decided against commenting on it.* "Oh, I would like to see the those pictures. You... you're really good at photography, Josh." *He takes another, much smaller hit.* "Not really. It's kind of, uh, like woodsy and musky, I guess. You can smell it more than you can taste it." *Another beat.* "...do you want a hit? It's not too bad, actually, just burns a bit at first."
*He smiles, Michaels always folds at compliments, most likely due to his extreme low self esteem and intense urge to be useful’, however the compliment from Robbie make him feel a different kind of happy. A kind he wishes he wouldn’t*
*a hit? Does Josh want to? Well, Robbie’s always been great at making decisions*
I could try a little one, if you’re doing it, it can’t be so bad…
May I ?
*Robert nods, handing the joint over to Josh. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he can hear a voice screaming at him that he's giving his best friend drugs, but he's too stoned to really care.* "Yeah, you just kinda suck on the tip, like a straw. You don't need a big hit, it'll kick in after a few minutes." *He watches as the other elder tentatively takes a hit, admiring the way his lips close around the filter, the sound of him slowly breathing out the smoke.* *Gosh darn it. Wasn't the weed supposed to help stop these impure thoughts?*
*Josh coughs and takes the joint of his mouth*
Oh gosh, eugh I think I did it wrong.
*he takes another hit, this tiny much less aggressive, blowing the smoke out*
Ok that’s better, yeah it is kind of nice.
*Michaels looks up into the sky, still getting used to the sensation, before he gently takes another hit*
This is nice, just you and I, sitting on the back porch.
*he leaves our the weed part, mostly to ignore the the fact that they’re actively doing drugs*
*Robert tries to ignore the rush of affection that floods his senses as Josh tries, and fails, to get a hit. In almost any other context it would've been annoying, but here? It was adorable.* "Yeah, it's really nice. Uganda isn't so bad in the evenings, when it's not so hot or dark outside. Maybe we could take a picture of it one of these days." *A beat passes. Robert takes the joint back from Josh and takes another small hit himself, slowly breathing out the smoke.* "...it's kinda funny. Smoking is supposed to be a sin, but I don't feel like I'm sinning right now. I actually feel more relaxed than I have in days, although that might just be because you're here, too."
I guess a lot of the things we were taught weren’t completely right… don’t get me wrong I still believe we should be kind and help the needy and things in that area. But a lot of the other rules I think are a bit silly.
I guess that’s why I enjoy the book of Arnold so much. As long as we stay kind and loving, we shouldn’t restrict ourselves so much.
*Josh fiddles with the camera strap, swaying slightly. He looks at Robert, enamored with how easily he takes smokes, a lot cooler than how Josh looked. Hot, the weather it’s hot, Josh definitely isn’t thinking about something else..*
...Yeah it really is nice here in the evenings, I’ll photograph it sometime...
Im glad you were sent here too, I don’t think I’d have as good a time without you.
*Robert nodded, scooting closer to Josh as he offered him the blunt again.* "Yeah, I don't think I'd survive all of this if you weren't here. You're pretty much the only reason I haven't called in for a reassignment yet." *Another beat passes. At this point, Robert barely knows what he's saying, just spouting whatever comes out of his mouth.* "...y'know, Josh, I think... I think I might be kinda like you sometimes. Like, the whole, uh, homosexuality thing. Not, like, in a gay way, but... I think I might be a bit of a homo. Sometimes, y'know? Not, uh, not like a full homo but a half homo."
*Michaels goes red. Eyes shining slightly*
… I uh, oh Robbie I- well I don’t mind that- not at all- well. You can like both I think, i don’t think that’s bad at all I-
*the joint falls to the ground, laying there forgotten. *
I- I well,- I dokindamaybesorta like you like that sometimes too. You know, in that homosexual way..
*a beat of silence passes, and Josh moves slightly closer*
*Robert's gaze falls briefly to the joint forgotten on the ground, his mind flickering to the cost of it, before the rest of Josh's words catch up to him.* "You... what?" *He sits there, entirely caught off guard by the revelation. A slow flush crawls up his neck, slowly turning his cheeks a rosy shade of red.* "I don't..." *He trails off as Josh scoots closer, eyes hopelessly transfixed on the other man's soft inviting lips. He can't believe this is even happening, although if his heart's pounding rhythm is from dread or excitement, he can't tell.* "...I don't think that's such a bad thing. You're... you're very pretty, Josh."
*Josh goes impossibly more red. His neck, his cheeks, his ears. His voice is low and almost a mumble*
I think you’re pretty too, Robert. It kills me, when you look at me, I- my stomach feels like it will burst.
That was corny, I’m sorry Robbie…
You, you wouldn’t mind if I, if, well, oh how do I say it..
*he reaches a hand, putting it on Robert’s. It’s shaking*
*Robert's gaze trails down to where Josh's hand is resting on top of his own, feeling how it trembles against his skin. He lifts his own hand, moving to interlace their fingers together instead, marveling at how nice it feels.* "It's not corny, Josh, I think it's kind of cute. You're very genuine, and I... I like that a lot about you." *He pulls his hand away from Josh's, instead moving to cup the other man's face. Josh's eyes are slightly red, his cheeks flushed, and his tongue darts out to nervously wet his lips. Robert has never seen anyone this beautiful before.* *Carefully, Robert leans forward, heart pounding against his ribcage as he glances from Josh's lips to his eyes, seeing the tangled mess of emotions behind them.* "No, I don't think I'd mind. You can, uh... you can kiss me. If you want."
*Josh leans in, gently placing his lips upon Roberts. Its incredibly soft. Micheals hasn’t kissed anyone before, but it’s just as nice as he’s been told.*
*his mind drifts away, the only thing on his mind being how nice it all feels. Smooching your best-friend, he’s been longing for this.*
*he’s kissing a boy.*
*Michaels pulls away, he’s not sure why.*
*Robert's eyes fluttered shut as Josh closed the distance between them, every other thought void in favor of the feeling of Josh, of Josh's lips, of Josh's hands, of finally succumbing to his most private urges. The breeze was cool, his thoughts were slowed, and Robert couldn't think of a more perfect moment.* *And then Josh pulled away, and the moment was broken.* *Slowly, Robert's eyes opened again, a mix of confusion and guilt swimming in his eyes. He tried to read the expression on Josh's face, unable to make out the complex tangle of emotions, and steadily became aware of how much he'd just messed up.* "Josh, I... I'm so sorry. That was– gosh, that was irresponsible and selfish of me, I don't– It was my fault, I shouldn't have... I shouldn't have done that. Jesus, what's wrong with me? I am so, so sorry Josh, it won't happen again–" *Quickly, Robert stands, heart pounding and hands trembling. His throat tightens painfully, but he doesn't dare cry, unwilling to mess up anymore than he already had.* "I'm going to go on a walk, clear my head. I am so, so sorry, and I– I'll see you around, Josh."
*Josh snaps back into reality, what just happened? He kissed Robbie, he’s been wanting to do that for years, so why, why did it end like this*
Robbie! Wait i-!
*but Davis is too far away to hear him. Tears prickle at Josh’s eyes. He really messed this up. Just cause Robert likes boys as well doesn’t mean he’d want to kiss him.*
Oh dear lord, Brigham Josh Micheals you messed up…
*Robert sits on the steps at the back door of the missionary house, joint held in one hand as he stares at the ground. He's been out here for ten, maybe fifteen minutes at most.* "Jeez, what am I doing...? Smoking weed like a delinquent, just to try and fix another awful sin. Gosh darn it, I'm a failure to both god and myself..."
@eldermicheals
*Michaels comes from the back of the hut, camera around his neck, most likely having been taking photographs of some insects or plants.*
Oh hi Robbie! what are you doing here-
*A look of shock paints his face when his eyes land on what Robert is holding*
Is that drugs?! Why do you have those? I didn’t know you did.. weed.
*Robert jolts upright from surprise as he hears Josh approach, eyes darting from his face to the joint in his hands.* "I– what're you doing here? I thought you were out... taking pictures or something..." *He takes another pull from the joint, coughing slightly as he exhaled the smoke.* "'S medical, don't worry. I got it from Gotswana, and Elder Cunningham says it's alright to smoke sometimes, so I'm seeing if it actually does anything to help."
*The worry on Josh’s face slightly goes away, some of it remaining.*
Well if it’s medical I don’t see the problem. Mind if I sit?
*Anticipating the response, Josh moves to sit next to the other man, before Davis can answer*
I was on my way to the town, but I spotted some butterflies on the backside of the hut, and they were too beautiful not to photograph. I can show you later if you want.
*a beat of silence passes, Michaels curiosity gets the better of him*
So does it taste like something?
*Robert tenses slightly as Josh settled down beside him, remembering how easy it would be to slip up while high, but he eventually decided against commenting on it.* "Oh, I would like to see the those pictures. You... you're really good at photography, Josh." *He takes another, much smaller hit.* "Not really. It's kind of, uh, like woodsy and musky, I guess. You can smell it more than you can taste it." *Another beat.* "...do you want a hit? It's not too bad, actually, just burns a bit at first."
*He smiles, Michaels always folds at compliments, most likely due to his extreme low self esteem and intense urge to be useful’, however the compliment from Robbie make him feel a different kind of happy. A kind he wishes he wouldn’t*
*a hit? Does Josh want to? Well, Robbie’s always been great at making decisions*
I could try a little one, if you’re doing it, it can’t be so bad…
May I ?
*Robert nods, handing the joint over to Josh. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he can hear a voice screaming at him that he's giving his best friend drugs, but he's too stoned to really care.* "Yeah, you just kinda suck on the tip, like a straw. You don't need a big hit, it'll kick in after a few minutes." *He watches as the other elder tentatively takes a hit, admiring the way his lips close around the filter, the sound of him slowly breathing out the smoke.* *Gosh darn it. Wasn't the weed supposed to help stop these impure thoughts?*
*Josh coughs and takes the joint of his mouth*
Oh gosh, eugh I think I did it wrong.
*he takes another hit, this tiny much less aggressive, blowing the smoke out*
Ok that’s better, yeah it is kind of nice.
*Michaels looks up into the sky, still getting used to the sensation, before he gently takes another hit*
This is nice, just you and I, sitting on the back porch.
*he leaves our the weed part, mostly to ignore the the fact that they’re actively doing drugs*
*Robert tries to ignore the rush of affection that floods his senses as Josh tries, and fails, to get a hit. In almost any other context it would've been annoying, but here? It was adorable.* "Yeah, it's really nice. Uganda isn't so bad in the evenings, when it's not so hot or dark outside. Maybe we could take a picture of it one of these days." *A beat passes. Robert takes the joint back from Josh and takes another small hit himself, slowly breathing out the smoke.* "...it's kinda funny. Smoking is supposed to be a sin, but I don't feel like I'm sinning right now. I actually feel more relaxed than I have in days, although that might just be because you're here, too."
I guess a lot of the things we were taught weren’t completely right… don’t get me wrong I still believe we should be kind and help the needy and things in that area. But a lot of the other rules I think are a bit silly.
I guess that’s why I enjoy the book of Arnold so much. As long as we stay kind and loving, we shouldn’t restrict ourselves so much.
*Josh fiddles with the camera strap, swaying slightly. He looks at Robert, enamored with how easily he takes smokes, a lot cooler than how Josh looked. Hot, the weather it’s hot, Josh definitely isn’t thinking about something else..*
...Yeah it really is nice here in the evenings, I’ll photograph it sometime...
Im glad you were sent here too, I don’t think I’d have as good a time without you.
*Robert nodded, scooting closer to Josh as he offered him the blunt again.* "Yeah, I don't think I'd survive all of this if you weren't here. You're pretty much the only reason I haven't called in for a reassignment yet." *Another beat passes. At this point, Robert barely knows what he's saying, just spouting whatever comes out of his mouth.* "...y'know, Josh, I think... I think I might be kinda like you sometimes. Like, the whole, uh, homosexuality thing. Not, like, in a gay way, but... I think I might be a bit of a homo. Sometimes, y'know? Not, uh, not like a full homo but a half homo."
*Michaels goes red. Eyes shining slightly*
… I uh, oh Robbie I- well I don’t mind that- not at all- well. You can like both I think, i don’t think that’s bad at all I-
*the joint falls to the ground, laying there forgotten. *
I- I well,- I dokindamaybesorta like you like that sometimes too. You know, in that homosexual way..
*a beat of silence passes, and Josh moves slightly closer*
*Robert's gaze falls briefly to the joint forgotten on the ground, his mind flickering to the cost of it, before the rest of Josh's words catch up to him.* "You... what?" *He sits there, entirely caught off guard by the revelation. A slow flush crawls up his neck, slowly turning his cheeks a rosy shade of red.* "I don't..." *He trails off as Josh scoots closer, eyes hopelessly transfixed on the other man's soft inviting lips. He can't believe this is even happening, although if his heart's pounding rhythm is from dread or excitement, he can't tell.* "...I don't think that's such a bad thing. You're... you're very pretty, Josh."
*Josh goes impossibly more red. His neck, his cheeks, his ears. His voice is low and almost a mumble*
I think you’re pretty too, Robert. It kills me, when you look at me, I- my stomach feels like it will burst.
That was corny, I’m sorry Robbie…
You, you wouldn’t mind if I, if, well, oh how do I say it..
*he reaches a hand, putting it on Robert’s. It’s shaking*
*Robert's gaze trails down to where Josh's hand is resting on top of his own, feeling how it trembles against his skin. He lifts his own hand, moving to interlace their fingers together instead, marveling at how nice it feels.* "It's not corny, Josh, I think it's kind of cute. You're very genuine, and I... I like that a lot about you." *He pulls his hand away from Josh's, instead moving to cup the other man's face. Josh's eyes are slightly red, his cheeks flushed, and his tongue darts out to nervously wet his lips. Robert has never seen anyone this beautiful before.* *Carefully, Robert leans forward, heart pounding against his ribcage as he glances from Josh's lips to his eyes, seeing the tangled mess of emotions behind them.* "No, I don't think I'd mind. You can, uh... you can kiss me. If you want."
*Josh leans in, gently placing his lips upon Roberts. Its incredibly soft. Micheals hasn’t kissed anyone before, but it’s just as nice as he’s been told.*
*his mind drifts away, the only thing on his mind being how nice it all feels. Smooching your best-friend, he’s been longing for this.*
*he’s kissing a boy.*
*Michaels pulls away, he’s not sure why.*
*Robert sits on the steps at the back door of the missionary house, joint held in one hand as he stares at the ground. He's been out here for ten, maybe fifteen minutes at most.* "Jeez, what am I doing...? Smoking weed like a delinquent, just to try and fix another awful sin. Gosh darn it, I'm a failure to both god and myself..."
@eldermicheals
*Michaels comes from the back of the hut, camera around his neck, most likely having been taking photographs of some insects or plants.*
Oh hi Robbie! what are you doing here-
*A look of shock paints his face when his eyes land on what Robert is holding*
Is that drugs?! Why do you have those? I didn’t know you did.. weed.
*Robert jolts upright from surprise as he hears Josh approach, eyes darting from his face to the joint in his hands.* "I– what're you doing here? I thought you were out... taking pictures or something..." *He takes another pull from the joint, coughing slightly as he exhaled the smoke.* "'S medical, don't worry. I got it from Gotswana, and Elder Cunningham says it's alright to smoke sometimes, so I'm seeing if it actually does anything to help."
*The worry on Josh’s face slightly goes away, some of it remaining.*
Well if it’s medical I don’t see the problem. Mind if I sit?
*Anticipating the response, Josh moves to sit next to the other man, before Davis can answer*
I was on my way to the town, but I spotted some butterflies on the backside of the hut, and they were too beautiful not to photograph. I can show you later if you want.
*a beat of silence passes, Michaels curiosity gets the better of him*
So does it taste like something?
*Robert tenses slightly as Josh settled down beside him, remembering how easy it would be to slip up while high, but he eventually decided against commenting on it.* "Oh, I would like to see the those pictures. You... you're really good at photography, Josh." *He takes another, much smaller hit.* "Not really. It's kind of, uh, like woodsy and musky, I guess. You can smell it more than you can taste it." *Another beat.* "...do you want a hit? It's not too bad, actually, just burns a bit at first."
*He smiles, Michaels always folds at compliments, most likely due to his extreme low self esteem and intense urge to be useful’, however the compliment from Robbie make him feel a different kind of happy. A kind he wishes he wouldn’t*
*a hit? Does Josh want to? Well, Robbie’s always been great at making decisions*
I could try a little one, if you’re doing it, it can’t be so bad…
May I ?
*Robert nods, handing the joint over to Josh. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he can hear a voice screaming at him that he's giving his best friend drugs, but he's too stoned to really care.* "Yeah, you just kinda suck on the tip, like a straw. You don't need a big hit, it'll kick in after a few minutes." *He watches as the other elder tentatively takes a hit, admiring the way his lips close around the filter, the sound of him slowly breathing out the smoke.* *Gosh darn it. Wasn't the weed supposed to help stop these impure thoughts?*
*Josh coughs and takes the joint of his mouth*
Oh gosh, eugh I think I did it wrong.
*he takes another hit, this tiny much less aggressive, blowing the smoke out*
Ok that’s better, yeah it is kind of nice.
*Michaels looks up into the sky, still getting used to the sensation, before he gently takes another hit*
This is nice, just you and I, sitting on the back porch.
*he leaves our the weed part, mostly to ignore the the fact that they’re actively doing drugs*
*Robert tries to ignore the rush of affection that floods his senses as Josh tries, and fails, to get a hit. In almost any other context it would've been annoying, but here? It was adorable.* "Yeah, it's really nice. Uganda isn't so bad in the evenings, when it's not so hot or dark outside. Maybe we could take a picture of it one of these days." *A beat passes. Robert takes the joint back from Josh and takes another small hit himself, slowly breathing out the smoke.* "...it's kinda funny. Smoking is supposed to be a sin, but I don't feel like I'm sinning right now. I actually feel more relaxed than I have in days, although that might just be because you're here, too."
I guess a lot of the things we were taught weren’t completely right… don’t get me wrong I still believe we should be kind and help the needy and things in that area. But a lot of the other rules I think are a bit silly.
I guess that’s why I enjoy the book of Arnold so much. As long as we stay kind and loving, we shouldn’t restrict ourselves so much.
*Josh fiddles with the camera strap, swaying slightly. He looks at Robert, enamored with how easily he takes smokes, a lot cooler than how Josh looked. Hot, the weather it’s hot, Josh definitely isn’t thinking about something else..*
...Yeah it really is nice here in the evenings, I’ll photograph it sometime...
Im glad you were sent here too, I don’t think I’d have as good a time without you.
*Robert nodded, scooting closer to Josh as he offered him the blunt again.* "Yeah, I don't think I'd survive all of this if you weren't here. You're pretty much the only reason I haven't called in for a reassignment yet." *Another beat passes. At this point, Robert barely knows what he's saying, just spouting whatever comes out of his mouth.* "...y'know, Josh, I think... I think I might be kinda like you sometimes. Like, the whole, uh, homosexuality thing. Not, like, in a gay way, but... I think I might be a bit of a homo. Sometimes, y'know? Not, uh, not like a full homo but a half homo."
*Michaels goes red. Eyes shining slightly*
… I uh, oh Robbie I- well I don’t mind that- not at all- well. You can like both I think, i don’t think that’s bad at all I-
*the joint falls to the ground, laying there forgotten. *
I- I well,- I dokindamaybesorta like you like that sometimes too. You know, in that homosexual way..
*a beat of silence passes, and Josh moves slightly closer*
*Robert's gaze falls briefly to the joint forgotten on the ground, his mind flickering to the cost of it, before the rest of Josh's words catch up to him.* "You... what?" *He sits there, entirely caught off guard by the revelation. A slow flush crawls up his neck, slowly turning his cheeks a rosy shade of red.* "I don't..." *He trails off as Josh scoots closer, eyes hopelessly transfixed on the other man's soft inviting lips. He can't believe this is even happening, although if his heart's pounding rhythm is from dread or excitement, he can't tell.* "...I don't think that's such a bad thing. You're... you're very pretty, Josh."
*Josh goes impossibly more red. His neck, his cheeks, his ears. His voice is low and almost a mumble*
I think you’re pretty too, Robert. It kills me, when you look at me, I- my stomach feels like it will burst.
That was corny, I’m sorry Robbie…
You, you wouldn’t mind if I, if, well, oh how do I say it..
*he reaches a hand, putting it on Robert’s. It’s shaking*
*Robert sits on the steps at the back door of the missionary house, joint held in one hand as he stares at the ground. He's been out here for ten, maybe fifteen minutes at most.* "Jeez, what am I doing...? Smoking weed like a delinquent, just to try and fix another awful sin. Gosh darn it, I'm a failure to both god and myself..."
@eldermicheals
*Michaels comes from the back of the hut, camera around his neck, most likely having been taking photographs of some insects or plants.*
Oh hi Robbie! what are you doing here-
*A look of shock paints his face when his eyes land on what Robert is holding*
Is that drugs?! Why do you have those? I didn’t know you did.. weed.
*Robert jolts upright from surprise as he hears Josh approach, eyes darting from his face to the joint in his hands.* "I– what're you doing here? I thought you were out... taking pictures or something..." *He takes another pull from the joint, coughing slightly as he exhaled the smoke.* "'S medical, don't worry. I got it from Gotswana, and Elder Cunningham says it's alright to smoke sometimes, so I'm seeing if it actually does anything to help."
*The worry on Josh’s face slightly goes away, some of it remaining.*
Well if it’s medical I don’t see the problem. Mind if I sit?
*Anticipating the response, Josh moves to sit next to the other man, before Davis can answer*
I was on my way to the town, but I spotted some butterflies on the backside of the hut, and they were too beautiful not to photograph. I can show you later if you want.
*a beat of silence passes, Michaels curiosity gets the better of him*
So does it taste like something?
*Robert tenses slightly as Josh settled down beside him, remembering how easy it would be to slip up while high, but he eventually decided against commenting on it.* "Oh, I would like to see the those pictures. You... you're really good at photography, Josh." *He takes another, much smaller hit.* "Not really. It's kind of, uh, like woodsy and musky, I guess. You can smell it more than you can taste it." *Another beat.* "...do you want a hit? It's not too bad, actually, just burns a bit at first."
*He smiles, Michaels always folds at compliments, most likely due to his extreme low self esteem and intense urge to be useful’, however the compliment from Robbie make him feel a different kind of happy. A kind he wishes he wouldn’t*
*a hit? Does Josh want to? Well, Robbie’s always been great at making decisions*
I could try a little one, if you’re doing it, it can’t be so bad…
May I ?
*Robert nods, handing the joint over to Josh. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he can hear a voice screaming at him that he's giving his best friend drugs, but he's too stoned to really care.* "Yeah, you just kinda suck on the tip, like a straw. You don't need a big hit, it'll kick in after a few minutes." *He watches as the other elder tentatively takes a hit, admiring the way his lips close around the filter, the sound of him slowly breathing out the smoke.* *Gosh darn it. Wasn't the weed supposed to help stop these impure thoughts?*
*Josh coughs and takes the joint of his mouth*
Oh gosh, eugh I think I did it wrong.
*he takes another hit, this tiny much less aggressive, blowing the smoke out*
Ok that’s better, yeah it is kind of nice.
*Michaels looks up into the sky, still getting used to the sensation, before he gently takes another hit*
This is nice, just you and I, sitting on the back porch.
*he leaves our the weed part, mostly to ignore the the fact that they’re actively doing drugs*
*Robert tries to ignore the rush of affection that floods his senses as Josh tries, and fails, to get a hit. In almost any other context it would've been annoying, but here? It was adorable.* "Yeah, it's really nice. Uganda isn't so bad in the evenings, when it's not so hot or dark outside. Maybe we could take a picture of it one of these days." *A beat passes. Robert takes the joint back from Josh and takes another small hit himself, slowly breathing out the smoke.* "...it's kinda funny. Smoking is supposed to be a sin, but I don't feel like I'm sinning right now. I actually feel more relaxed than I have in days, although that might just be because you're here, too."
I guess a lot of the things we were taught weren’t completely right… don’t get me wrong I still believe we should be kind and help the needy and things in that area. But a lot of the other rules I think are a bit silly.
I guess that’s why I enjoy the book of Arnold so much. As long as we stay kind and loving, we shouldn’t restrict ourselves so much.
*Josh fiddles with the camera strap, swaying slightly. He looks at Robert, enamored with how easily he takes smokes, a lot cooler than how Josh looked. Hot, the weather it’s hot, Josh definitely isn’t thinking about something else..*
...Yeah it really is nice here in the evenings, I’ll photograph it sometime...
Im glad you were sent here too, I don’t think I’d have as good a time without you.
*Robert nodded, scooting closer to Josh as he offered him the blunt again.* "Yeah, I don't think I'd survive all of this if you weren't here. You're pretty much the only reason I haven't called in for a reassignment yet." *Another beat passes. At this point, Robert barely knows what he's saying, just spouting whatever comes out of his mouth.* "...y'know, Josh, I think... I think I might be kinda like you sometimes. Like, the whole, uh, homosexuality thing. Not, like, in a gay way, but... I think I might be a bit of a homo. Sometimes, y'know? Not, uh, not like a full homo but a half homo."
*Michaels goes red. Eyes shining slightly*
… I uh, oh Robbie I- well I don’t mind that- not at all- well. You can like both I think, i don’t think that’s bad at all I-
*the joint falls to the ground, laying there forgotten. *
I- I well,- I dokindamaybesorta like you like that sometimes too. You know, in that homosexual way..
*a beat of silence passes, and Josh moves slightly closer*
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*Robert sits on the steps at the back door of the missionary house, joint held in one hand as he stares at the ground. He's been out here for ten, maybe fifteen minutes at most.* "Jeez, what am I doing...? Smoking weed like a delinquent, just to try and fix another awful sin. Gosh darn it, I'm a failure to both god and myself..."
@eldermicheals
*Michaels comes from the back of the hut, camera around his neck, most likely having been taking photographs of some insects or plants.*
Oh hi Robbie! what are you doing here-
*A look of shock paints his face when his eyes land on what Robert is holding*
Is that drugs?! Why do you have those? I didn’t know you did.. weed.
*Robert jolts upright from surprise as he hears Josh approach, eyes darting from his face to the joint in his hands.* "I– what're you doing here? I thought you were out... taking pictures or something..." *He takes another pull from the joint, coughing slightly as he exhaled the smoke.* "'S medical, don't worry. I got it from Gotswana, and Elder Cunningham says it's alright to smoke sometimes, so I'm seeing if it actually does anything to help."
*The worry on Josh’s face slightly goes away, some of it remaining.*
Well if it’s medical I don’t see the problem. Mind if I sit?
*Anticipating the response, Josh moves to sit next to the other man, before Davis can answer*
I was on my way to the town, but I spotted some butterflies on the backside of the hut, and they were too beautiful not to photograph. I can show you later if you want.
*a beat of silence passes, Michaels curiosity gets the better of him*
So does it taste like something?
*Robert tenses slightly as Josh settled down beside him, remembering how easy it would be to slip up while high, but he eventually decided against commenting on it.* "Oh, I would like to see the those pictures. You... you're really good at photography, Josh." *He takes another, much smaller hit.* "Not really. It's kind of, uh, like woodsy and musky, I guess. You can smell it more than you can taste it." *Another beat.* "...do you want a hit? It's not too bad, actually, just burns a bit at first."
*He smiles, Michaels always folds at compliments, most likely due to his extreme low self esteem and intense urge to be useful’, however the compliment from Robbie make him feel a different kind of happy. A kind he wishes he wouldn’t*
*a hit? Does Josh want to? Well, Robbie’s always been great at making decisions*
I could try a little one, if you’re doing it, it can’t be so bad…
May I ?
*Robert nods, handing the joint over to Josh. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he can hear a voice screaming at him that he's giving his best friend drugs, but he's too stoned to really care.* "Yeah, you just kinda suck on the tip, like a straw. You don't need a big hit, it'll kick in after a few minutes." *He watches as the other elder tentatively takes a hit, admiring the way his lips close around the filter, the sound of him slowly breathing out the smoke.* *Gosh darn it. Wasn't the weed supposed to help stop these impure thoughts?*
*Josh coughs and takes the joint of his mouth*
Oh gosh, eugh I think I did it wrong.
*he takes another hit, this tiny much less aggressive, blowing the smoke out*
Ok that’s better, yeah it is kind of nice.
*Michaels looks up into the sky, still getting used to the sensation, before he gently takes another hit*
This is nice, just you and I, sitting on the back porch.
*he leaves our the weed part, mostly to ignore the the fact that they’re actively doing drugs*
*Robert tries to ignore the rush of affection that floods his senses as Josh tries, and fails, to get a hit. In almost any other context it would've been annoying, but here? It was adorable.* "Yeah, it's really nice. Uganda isn't so bad in the evenings, when it's not so hot or dark outside. Maybe we could take a picture of it one of these days." *A beat passes. Robert takes the joint back from Josh and takes another small hit himself, slowly breathing out the smoke.* "...it's kinda funny. Smoking is supposed to be a sin, but I don't feel like I'm sinning right now. I actually feel more relaxed than I have in days, although that might just be because you're here, too."
I guess a lot of the things we were taught weren’t completely right… don’t get me wrong I still believe we should be kind and help the needy and things in that area. But a lot of the other rules I think are a bit silly.
I guess that’s why I enjoy the book of Arnold so much. As long as we stay kind and loving, we shouldn’t restrict ourselves so much.
*Josh fiddles with the camera strap, swaying slightly. He looks at Robert, enamored with how easily he takes smokes, a lot cooler than how Josh looked. Hot, the weather it’s hot, Josh definitely isn’t thinking about something else..*
...Yeah it really is nice here in the evenings, I’ll photograph it sometime...
Im glad you were sent here too, I don’t think I’d have as good a time without you.
*Robert sits on the steps at the back door of the missionary house, joint held in one hand as he stares at the ground. He's been out here for ten, maybe fifteen minutes at most.* "Jeez, what am I doing...? Smoking weed like a delinquent, just to try and fix another awful sin. Gosh darn it, I'm a failure to both god and myself..."
@eldermicheals
*Michaels comes from the back of the hut, camera around his neck, most likely having been taking photographs of some insects or plants.*
Oh hi Robbie! what are you doing here-
*A look of shock paints his face when his eyes land on what Robert is holding*
Is that drugs?! Why do you have those? I didn’t know you did.. weed.
*Robert jolts upright from surprise as he hears Josh approach, eyes darting from his face to the joint in his hands.* "I– what're you doing here? I thought you were out... taking pictures or something..." *He takes another pull from the joint, coughing slightly as he exhaled the smoke.* "'S medical, don't worry. I got it from Gotswana, and Elder Cunningham says it's alright to smoke sometimes, so I'm seeing if it actually does anything to help."
*The worry on Josh’s face slightly goes away, some of it remaining.*
Well if it’s medical I don’t see the problem. Mind if I sit?
*Anticipating the response, Josh moves to sit next to the other man, before Davis can answer*
I was on my way to the town, but I spotted some butterflies on the backside of the hut, and they were too beautiful not to photograph. I can show you later if you want.
*a beat of silence passes, Michaels curiosity gets the better of him*
So does it taste like something?
*Robert tenses slightly as Josh settled down beside him, remembering how easy it would be to slip up while high, but he eventually decided against commenting on it.* "Oh, I would like to see the those pictures. You... you're really good at photography, Josh." *He takes another, much smaller hit.* "Not really. It's kind of, uh, like woodsy and musky, I guess. You can smell it more than you can taste it." *Another beat.* "...do you want a hit? It's not too bad, actually, just burns a bit at first."
*He smiles, Michaels always folds at compliments, most likely due to his extreme low self esteem and intense urge to be useful’, however the compliment from Robbie make him feel a different kind of happy. A kind he wishes he wouldn’t*
*a hit? Does Josh want to? Well, Robbie’s always been great at making decisions*
I could try a little one, if you’re doing it, it can’t be so bad…
May I ?
*Robert nods, handing the joint over to Josh. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he can hear a voice screaming at him that he's giving his best friend drugs, but he's too stoned to really care.* "Yeah, you just kinda suck on the tip, like a straw. You don't need a big hit, it'll kick in after a few minutes." *He watches as the other elder tentatively takes a hit, admiring the way his lips close around the filter, the sound of him slowly breathing out the smoke.* *Gosh darn it. Wasn't the weed supposed to help stop these impure thoughts?*
*Josh coughs and takes the joint of his mouth*
Oh gosh, eugh I think I did it wrong.
*he takes another hit, this tiny much less aggressive, blowing the smoke out*
Ok that’s better, yeah it is kind of nice.
*Michaels looks up into the sky, still getting used to the sensation, before he gently takes another hit*
This is nice, just you and I, sitting on the back porch.
*he leaves our the weed part, mostly to ignore the the fact that they’re actively doing drugs*
