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1. he didn’t shoot me on sight which is always a good thing in my book.2. he’s patient (not always, but shh)3. heard he’s a great baker; never tried his marble cake although Will says it’s incredible4. heard him humming a few times which was nice5. he can be quite an ass, but he’s an ass you can joke with
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(Stolen blankets) Ross woke up with a shiver, and before he even opened his eyes he knew what had happened. He sighed and muttered, "/Again/? Really Smiffy?" Looking over at his friend, he saw how wrapped up he was and figured that he probably wasn't getting the blankets back tonight. Sitting up with another sigh, he whined a bit at the cold and wondered if it was worth it to try and get some more sleep.
Smiffy was a heavy sleeper, that was for sure. He snored innocently, face buried comfortably in his pillow and blankets wrapped around himself snugly. For once he looked peaceful in his sleep.
However, as if he felt the fact that Ross moved and that the dip in the bed disappeared once he stood up, the man rolled over closer and curled up next to his friend.
A call down the hallway, "Hey Smith, you left your magic cloak thing in my room! It's mine now!" ((Is there a cloak? Is it magic? I dunno. Ross certainly seems to think so. :D))
Send “You left your _____ at my house, it’s mine now.” for my muse’s reaction
A quiet groan left his mouth at hearing that Ross claimed his cloak. At least he called it right this time instead of saying that it was a cape. “C’mon, mate. I need that. For obvious reasons.” He yelled back although he made no actual effort to retrieve it other than walk to the lad’s room.
(Calm down from a nightmare) Ross just walks over, carefully puts a blanket around his shoulders, hugging for several moments to help ground him. Carefully places a cup of tea in his hands and holds it there until he's sure Theta isn't going to drop it. Goes away for a minute, comes back with a plate of marble cake and a (probably stolen) laptop with the cheesiest movie he could find set up to play. Proceeds to build a pillow fort (with definitely stolen pillows) until Theta's ready to watch.
The moment he is awake, he immediately looks around to make sure that he isn’t still dreaming. Once that is done, he then takes in the fact that somebody is hugging him and instinctively clings to them, face buried in their shoulder. Even without seeing him, William can tell it’s Ross.
Five times almost texted, and five times almost hit, for eatshititsnotme pls.
✿ five times my muse almost texted yours, and the one time they did
[txt]: I’m so sorry, Ross. I can’t do this anymore.[txt]: I dreamt of the outside world last night. It was a truly beautiful sight.[txt]: I can still hear Eta’s screams when I try to sleep. On the good nights he’s just yelling at me for doing something silly, but on the bad ones he’s accusing me of not being able to save him.[txt]: I feel so sick. So mentally drained. Why can’t this end already?[txt]: This wound has been bleeding even after the Game was over. Do you think the system glitched?
[txt]: Ross, can you come over? I need to talk to you ASAP.
☠ five times my muse thought about hitting yours, and the one time they did
Yet another dangerous stunt. Will really wanted to hit Ross over the head, maybe that would knock some sense in him.
“Goddamn disguiser!” He screamed, aiming to punch the pretending Innocent Ross tried to pass off as. The punch never connected, he was dead before he could reach the other.
“Do you even hear yourself?!” William snapped followed by the sound of skin against skin resounding around the room. His hand ached from the contact while a palm shaped red mark appeared on the other’s cheek.
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((Who has to bust or bail the other out of jail -> [Most likely Will. Ross runs off doing God knows what and Will has to bail his ass out.] ;; "Ross, you've got to stop this." "EAT SHIT." "Are you high?" "[Officer] We didn't find any drugs in his system." "Did you check for adrenaline spikes?" *slightly maniacal laughter in the background* ; aka Ross being on an adrenaline high, Will being all science-y, and whichever poor officer brought him in is so confused.))
[ Pretty much what I imagined them to be like. cx Oh dear, they'd get in so much trouble. Ross is probably rambling nonsense to an officer while Will tries to explain everything to another one, throwing in an "It's not the first time." w/ such easiness it's unreal. ]
Seananners Sentence Meme: “I realize you’re evil, but i’m gonna sit down and listen to what you have to say.” ((:D Hi have this sleep deprived attempt.))
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“Mate, all I did was to ask him why he was hiding in the corner and he just flopped over like some bloody real looking doll.” Here he kicked the person in question only to frown more. “There must be a teleportation thing somewhere nearby. This thing is a decoy.”
The noise is too loud. That is the first thing he is aware of when he can feel his senses return to his body. There’s the loud ringing in his ears accompanied by a blurry as all hell sight against the background noise of what sounds like a thousand different firearms firing all at once.
He groans quietly, rising a hand sluggishly to rub at his face then gingerly pat the back of his head only to wince. When he looks back down at his hand he can see brown-reddish spots through the blurry mess that was slowly, but surely clearing up.
