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Carson Sanders ([info]ilevitate) wrote in [info]badwater_rpg,
@ 2009-01-29 16:03:00
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Who: Carson and Dylan
What: Serious business
Where: Carson's place
When: Tuesday afternoon
Rating: Violence! R.



Since his talk with Dylan and Brendan, Carson hadn't felt very well. He was a conflicted man, trying to choose between two very much assertive men who had both showed him kindness. While he was an older man it was hard to him to think like one, since his father had sheltered him so heavily all through his life. Socially he was still very much child-like in his ways and while he could make intelligent, informed and adult decisions on a day to day basis it was hard for him to know how to deal with people since his father had kept him from the general population.

Of course his father wasn't trying to take away anything from Carson's life when he sheltered the boy. He was actually trying to protect his son. The man worked hard to make sure Carson grew up happy, healthy and loved and Carson had, if a bit socially retarded. So he'd avoided Brendan's calls and hadn't contacted Dylan, deciding it was probably best he think things over on his own. After all, Brendan had hurt someone and admitted it! To Carson that was almost acceptable but taking into account what Dylan had done maybe it was okay.

With a heavy sigh he walked into his house with a bag of groceries in hand, Sparky at his heels. Kicking the door shut - though it didn't quite click - Carson made his way to the kitchen.


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