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Post by clouds just clouds on Feb 15, 2015 21:05:41 GMT -8
Corps laid, face down, on the bed. His arms were wrapped around a pillow with a blanket over his head. This marked his place for basically the entire way. Lazy as shit, he hadn't moved much at all. Maybe once or twice when nature called, but then he returned back to his place. Why? Because he was lazy as shit. No other reason.
A knock sounded on the door and Corps let out a groan. "Go away!" He shouted. "Jesus isn't here!" Rolling over, he held the pillow over his head.
Once again, the persistent knocker decided to hit the door once again. "I brought cookies."
"Ugh," Corps complained. "It's the brother."
On the other side of the door, Damien let out a small laugh. "Specially made from Sam. I managed to get Sam nachos, too?"
Corps let out a really long sigh. "Did you mug him?"
"'Course," Damien grinned and then kicked the door. "Damn it. My hands are full. I've been kicking this door, I have no hands. Let me in before I freaking burn the food and the door down." He kicked the door harder.
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Post by Dina Doo on Feb 15, 2015 21:15:00 GMT -8
"I think the food would be more of a loss than the door," came the grunt from an equally as lazy teen that sat in the room. The figure stood and made his way to the door before opening it. There before Damien stood his little brother, the new and improved Mathias. The young teen eyed the food his brother carried before giving a satisfied nod. "Nachos and cookies? Nice offering. I'm appeased." With a smirk, Mathias side stepped to allow Damien enter the room. "You may pass. Try not to trip on anything though, Corps doesn't know how to put his clothes and belongings away." This may or may not have been true, as it was meant as a tease. Teenage boys are messy regardless.
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Post by clouds just clouds on Feb 15, 2015 21:44:20 GMT -8
"So? You're not any better..." Corps slowly sat up, glaring sleepily at Damien. "I used to be clean once. And then I took an arrow to the knee." A yawn spread his lips.
The tallest in the room gave a smirk and shook his head. "I'm glad I have appeased my gods." He walked over to the end of the bed and kicked clothes out of way to set up a place to put down the food. "Gods, you guys are lazy. Have you literally been sleeping all day? I've managed to do a lot of things, like mug Sam from all his food."
"Gods, Damien?" Corps raised a brow, but he scooted towards the food. Yeah. He was hungry.
"Jesus, excuse me."
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Post by Dina Doo on Feb 15, 2015 21:51:34 GMT -8
Mathias let out a snort and glanced over at Corps, finding somewhere to sit that was both near his brother and the food. "Corps, you know that old god damn joke was a metaphor for them getting married, right? What kind of fucking hold would you be if every guard had been shot in the knee?" He couldn't suppress another snort. "And don't talk about that game.. We can't even play it."
His pale hand reached out snagging a cookie from the plate before he finally turned his attention to his brother. "So, what's up, Deedledoo? Getting tired of spending time with these lizard worshipping freaks? Yeah, me too."
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Post by clouds just clouds on Feb 15, 2015 21:58:34 GMT -8
"What I wouldn't give to go back," Damien sighed, leaning back against the bed while Corps snickered under his breath at his own stupid joke. "I don't even remember how long it's been..." He leaned forward and dipped a chip in salsa before popping it in his mouth.
Corps slid off the bed, successfully with the blanket around his shoulders. Leaning forward, he grabbed a cookie and took a bite. "I wonder what the time differences is between Altaira and Earth..." Corps glanced over at Mathias, "Eh, <asshole>, give me a chip, woulda?"
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Post by Dina Doo on Feb 16, 2015 9:25:57 GMT -8
Mathias couldn't help the smirk that curled his lips as he reached for a chip. He made sure to lick at said chip before handing it to Corps. "<There's your chip, asshole. You're welcome.>" With a laugh, Mathias reached for another cookie. "If we're ever able to go back, I'll remember to bring a watch or something. Or you can do that." The lazy hungry teenager finished off his cookie and reached for another, glancing up at Damien with a soft smirk. Mathias opened his mouth to ask a smart ass question, but tilted his head when he thought of a better serious question. "Hey, Deedledoo? And Corps too, since you grew up here. Which world do you like better? Altaira or Earth?"
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Post by clouds just clouds on Feb 16, 2015 10:58:54 GMT -8
Corps frowned at the chip, holding it in his hand. He contemplated Mathias' saliva versus throwing the chip at him. If he threw the chip, he would probably have to reach for his own chip, and that took a lot of energy... so...
With a shrug, Corps tossed the chip into his mouth and chewed. "Well," he said through his chip, "if I have to keep growing up in this shithole, I won't be able to bring a wat-"
"Aren't you the fucking king of time or something?" Damien rolled his eyes.
"Shut up."
Damien smirked and shook his head. "G- Fuck. I don't know. I mean, with how I grew up here? Earth is better." Damien rested his gaze on his brother. "Plus, I had my adorable little brother Mammy." Reaching forward, atypical older brother, Damien tried to mess up Mathias' hair. "But now?" Damien shook his head. "Well, I guess Earth would be more... Boring. I mean, here I have rich old people to leach off of to bring me places."
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Post by Dina Doo on Feb 18, 2015 19:33:02 GMT -8
"Oh come on, Deedledoo, what's so bad about going to college to discover where you want to spend the rest of your life, working until you die?" Mathias smirked, not even bothering to fix his hair. It was a short shaggy mess anyway. "At least there's more to explore, more places to visit. We have a cooler movie and video game basis and you guys know it. If I see one more movie or game about some normal person in some boring scenario," he growled, angrily reaching for another cookie. "And what a good in-law you are, mooching off your woman's family. Classy, Damien."
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Post by clouds just clouds on Feb 18, 2015 19:58:01 GMT -8
Damien grinned as he grabbed a cookie. "Hey, it's not my fault I am legally unable to get my money." He paused, tearing off a small part of the cookie and placed it on his tongue. "Well, now that I think about it, I am a wanted criminal here. At least back on Earth I could have a chance to do something with my life if I wanted to." Chuckling, Damien tore off another piece of his cookie. He squished it between his thumb and forefinger before popping it into his mouth. "But then again, at least here I have a woman. I don't need any reason to do shit. I just sit back and let everyone do everything for me." He smirked.
Corps rolled is eyes and then crawled over Mathias, even if he didn't have to, to grab some chips before returning to his spot and munching on them. With his mouth full, he said, "Screw Altaira if I have to 'grow up' again. God, you would think one time is enough. Nope. Apparently not."
"Hey, at least you didn't become some raging monster," Damien stared guiltily at his cookie before stuffing the rest of it in his mouth with a shrug. "If you guys could choose to be a different race, what would it be?"
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Post by Dina Doo on Feb 18, 2015 20:38:38 GMT -8
Mathias couldn't help the smug little smirk that curled his lips as he glanced up at Corps. "I didn't have to worry about that, I just leached off of someone else. I am the ultimate moocher." Can you believe it, the little fat ass reached up to grab more cookies. "Race, huh? I don't know, I think being African would be fun, or Latino. Hell, Middle Eastern too." Mathias let out a snort, only before he stuffed the cookies in his mouth. "You have to be more specific, Deedledoo. Do you mean race, or species? <Uncultured swine..>"
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