If you’re wondering where I’ve been, well. This is what my hands currently look like

I developed tendonitis in my dominant wrist a week after getting back from overseas, then in the other wrist two weeks later. Needless to say, typing hurts.

//You're so lucky you got to see it live,! who was performing in it?!//

Look, I used to hate that movie. It was always on like, 20 times around Christmas and it was so damn sappy it made me cringe but unfortumately it was usually the only non-American Christmas film Aussie tv shows. Somewhere along the way my hatred of Love Actually turned into grudging acceptance, into mild appreciation, into genuine and un-ironic joy at seeing it on the tv guide. So, I think I understand you even though its taken a looong time for me to get there.

Have you seen the movie? Its got some really cool and quirky animation.

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Who yells, ‘Five second rule!’ when the other one trips, before lunging at them and squishing them with a hug?: I imagine Wes is the one who lunges at Richard whenever Richard falls over because he knows that with one swoop he can render Richard pinned to the ground. xD

Which one hates being called cute?: Both of them. What a bunch of adorable dorks. :))

Which one gives big hugs and doesn’t let go of the other easily? Which one gives smaller and a little bit more reserved hugs?: When Wes and Richard aren’t bickering, I imagine that Richard is the type to give huge and tight hugs, where as Wes gives more of small, yet caring, hugs.

Which one carries the other on their shoulder when the other is utterly wasted and can’t walk?: Wes drapes Richard over his shoulder or his back when the man is utterly wasted.

What kind of drunk are the two?: Wes is a very fighty drunk and perhaps sometimes even emotional. Richard gets overconfident and giggly.

Which one has to literally pull the other out of bed?: Wes has to literally drag Richard out of bed, otherwise Richard will never get up.

Which one whispers inappropriate or just funny things in the other’s ear when the other is about to fall asleep just to get a reaction out of them?: Wes. The minute he does so Richard’s eyes will probably flash open before pushing Wes off the bed. xD

Which one has no patience for chess?: Wes. I imagine with a brother like Charles has has gotten fed up with it.

Which one cheats at board games when the other isn’t looking?: Richard. He’s secretly a cheat.

Which of them is more of the ‘Fight me’ type? And which one looks at the opposing group and just gives them a death stare as they silently mouth, “Hurt them and you will be sorry.”?: Wes is fight me and Richard is the other one.

Which one calls the other an idiot and which of them says, “Yes, but I’m your idiot,” with a smug grin on their face?: Wes is definitely the second one. :))

Which one does a better impression of the other?: I feel like Wes does a hilarious impression of Richard’s scottish accent. xD

Are they so connected that it’s to the point that they know what the other is thinking with just a look?: Hmm... Not yet, but it’s getting there!

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7… From the back & 38… As yours as drunk:

Richard was just about to shuffle about his pockets for his front door key when suddenly he felt two arms wrap around him from the back as Richard heard a quick, “Hulloooo there, Richie.”

“Charles?! Where have you been? I’ve been callin’ you for probably a hundred times,” grumbled Richard, as he did his best to wiggle out of the telepath’s grip, of course escape came to no avail.

“First of all you didn’t call me a hundred times. Second of all, guess where I’ve been?”

It didn’t take long for Richard to guess. As Charles rested his chin upon Richard’s shoulder, the Scotsman’s nose scrunched up. He smelled of nothing but booze. “Och. Yer’ drunk aren’t you?”

“Top marks. Aren’t you the clever thing, but you still haven’t guessed where I’ve been.”

“Let me give a stab in the dark here. The pub,” replied Richard, dryly.

“Bingo!! All ‘A’s for you,” cheered Charles, as he drunkenly began to shake Richard in his tight embrace. “Hey! Hey, hey, hey. What do you say we head back to the pub? You and me. I’ll pay of course.”

“Oho, no. No, no, no, no. Nooo way, Charles. You are headin’ straight the bed. You can take the couch tonight,” ordered Richard, as he quickly unlocked the door and gently lead Charles into his flat and towards the couch, in spite of the young man’s constant whining.

“Awww, c’mon, Richard. You’re no fun! Come on. Have a glass or two with me!”

“I think you’ve had enough, Charles. Last thing you want is to fry yer’ liver,” chuckled Richard as he managed to pry Charles off and slump him down onto his sofa.