Burning Red Strings
&&— @caustic-c
He still had a breath of cigarette smoke in his mouth, exhaling it as he crept back inside the school. He was sure that Roger would smell it on him later, but with no actual evidence, the old coot couldn’t give him detention. Then again, he’d been sent to it with nothing but assumptions many times before, so who knew?
Tanner halted outside of First’s door, listening for any sound to say whether the hermit of a child was asleep or not. It was silent, so he assumed he was sleeping. It wouldn’t normally matter, since Tanner would let himself in regardless, but lately A had taken to pushing his dresser in front of the door to keep people out at night. Tanner didn’t have the energy to deal with that nonsense.
He continued his late night walk until he was back to his shared room. He rejoined his sort of friend, exhaling a yawn as he closed the door behind himself. “Did H text you back yet? He did me.. sent me one sayin’ he’s fine but ain’t gonna be here tonight. But like.. where th’fuck else would he even be?”
The romanian born C, flopped back on the bed belonging to their missing subject with a kind of playful grin. “Who knows~?” He purred as his head lulled and sent an amused glance over to his peer. “Maybe he’s acquired a drug habit, maybe he’s out gambling, running women, taking on the man.” He said crossing one foot over the other.
“Or maybe he’s just needing some time alone, teen angst and all~”
The teen wasn’t thrilled with any of C’s antics. He shot him a sort of glare and sat down on his own bed, taking his phone out again as if somehow him paying it attention would cause the subject matter to send him a message. Of course there were no new ones.
“Has he seemed off to you? He keeps sayin’ he’s fine but he’s bein’… weird.”
Trying to hold back the grin he bit his lower lip and tried to let the doping delight pass. He let it slide back out from his teeth and chuckled the last of it off.
“Weird? What? He’s seemed like the same hardheaded son of a bitch he’s always been. Only louder, more huffing, more stomping. Oh, and apparently more suck-upy too.” He said, his expression falling deadpanned. “You live with him though, you would know whats weird more than I would.”
He kicked off his shoes and slid back on his bed, resting against the wall, phone in hand. “Suck-upy?” While he’d definitely noticed the way H had been more eager to go with whatever plan T came up with, he’d tried to chalk it up to regular loyalty.
T shrugged his shoulders. “I guess I do know him more. It’s jus’.. my gut is tellin’ me something is off.” He thumbed through his short list of contacts. “He needs t’be done with his fuckin’ teenage angst, I’m bored.”
