#concretetulip

247. i hear there's a competition. who has better hair the dutch or the dane? 

due to my internet constantly fluxing, the dash is actually a better spot for rping! (at least for me, it seems i am alone in the empty dash world)

BUT if anyones out there and interested!! please like this and i'll write a starter! or message me if you have an ideas or events you'd like to do!

Abel paced the entrance hallway of his house, his flat-faced fat cat, Luna, was sitting upon the arm of the sofa, meowing. Clearly wondering what her owner was doing. Abel himself also wondered what he was doing. He felt so... anxious. It wasn't a feeling he was used to, and he certainly didn't feel himself getting used to it any time soon. He walked over to the window checking it again, it's not like Meg was late, no, Abel had gotten himself up at 6am just in-case she arrived early and was locked out, or needed his assistance. It had been a couple of hours already, and she could have just called him if she needed him, of course he only realized that recently. He sighed, rubbing the crease between his eyebrows. Everything was going to be fine. He kept telling himself, all she was really bringing over was.. her clothes, work related stuff, Kumaries stuff and some personal belongings...

He walked over to the cat and pressed his forehead against hers. "I'm worried about a mess." He confessed to the cat, the cat wiggled away from him and pressed her flat chubby face against his cheek. "I'm worried about an emotional mess." He confessed again, picking the cat up with one hand. He needed another smoke, he walked over to the window and sat on the ledge of it, cracking it open a touch more. He set the cat in front of him, before lighting a smoke.

The cat was used to the routine and curled up where she was sat. "It's not like.." He started, taking a drag and pausing. His eyes wandered the front yard for a moment. "Look, I meant what I said, okay?" He told the cat as he exhaled. "I like her." Luna opened an eyelid at him, ear twitching at his statement. "Really." He said, tapping the cigarette over the ashtray. "I like her and our feelings are mutual. If I didn't like her I wouldn't have told her that... I think I'll take her out on a date...we're not a couple, obviously, you date someone first...and see how it goes from there." He felt his heart waver, going steady now /that/ sounded like a commitment. He frowned, putting out the cigarette, he was worried, worried that like most people Meg would jump from 'I like you' to 'we must be boyfriend and girlfriend'. It was nerve wracking, his last relationship went fast like that, so fast that next thing he knew he had been left in the dust, burnt out and he didn't even get a chance to explain himself. The Dutchman stuffed the half finished cigarette against the ashtray, a defeated sigh escaping his lips.

185. Abel once stabbed a man with his hair. Trust me, I saw it on the news...

“Mamae, Papai, I’m back”

Afonso walked into his house, not home, he never called it liked that since it was too empty for him to pretend that it was warm enough to call that. However, he always said liked that when he went back from the school, but it still no one answers, liked always. Somehow he used to it.

The boy turned on the light and towed his bag on the sofa before walked in to the kitchen, opened up the refrigerator and took out many boxes of frozen food. The box of pizza has picked for dinner today, he need to say thank to the people who create thing liked microwave, it made everything easily then it used to be.

“Ouch! It still hot” Afonso almost dropped the plate. His hand was blistered, need to thank that it wasn’t too bad. He sighs, get the grove before get the plate again. The pizza smell so good, he ate it slowly with little smile on his face.

“Yummy, but not good as we eat out right, Papa—?” He stopped his word when he was head up to the seat in front of him, then looked down to his food. However, he eating quietly and doesn’t speck anything more.

Pizza, it still delicious until before, but now it was little bit salty. Afonso rubbed his eyes with his sleeve; he rubbed until his eyes gone red. The boy bites another piece, he chews.