Sean Cassidy (plugyourears) wrote in realitycrash, @ 2012-02-08 03:14:00 |
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Entry tags: | !incomplete, alex summers/havok, sean cassidy/banshee |
Who: Alex Summers and Sean Cassidy
What: Bros doing stuff, like buying Alex his own damn clothes.
Where: Starting at the manor and heading out on the town.
When: The afternoon after The Breakfast
Rating: PG-13 due to teenaged boys. So, you know, language.
Thus far, the day had gone almost exactly as Sean had expected. Grumble as he may about it, waking up to a projectile pillow and a few casual threats had been a rather nice return to the familiar. Plus there had been breakfast, real breakfast, even if it had mostly existed as a means to entice rather than command everyone to attend a meeting about aliens and preparation and a return to the old training routine as adjusted for a new world and a team that potentially included a few new faces. In short, what he had expected was a day made up of little pleasures that managed to carefully buffer a very strong feeling of resignation and, really, that's just what he had got. So, unsurprisingly to anyone who knew Sean Cassidy to much of any degree at all, he was taking that as a good sign until he was given reason not to and had therefore settled into a rather contented sort of mood for the rest day. Training would start first thing tomorrow morning. For the rest of today, however, there were other matters to deal with as a part of the necessary preparation.
It's with that all in mind that he's humming to himself, something that sounds vaguely like it might be an Irish drinking song to which he can only remember maybe half of the tune, as he pulls on a pair of jeans which are a notably better fit for him than the other person currently forced to raid his wardrobe. That is, decidedly, the main point and purpose to Sean getting dressed at all today, really, rather than just lazing about in some attempt to eke out whatever relaxation he can manage before the morning work-outs and afternoons of shrieking at things start: Alex needs his own clothes. For Sean, who spent his own first night in Red Oak sitting around in an oversized blanket, waiting for so much as his own underwear to be dry enough for him to wear, and having no real options outside of either A) a lot of flannel blanket toga time or B) borrowing clothing from Charles or Erik, this is an obvious and really quite understandable sort of necessity.
So, clothing Alex comes first. After that? Well, who knows? Sean certainly doesn't and, honestly, he doesn't really care. As long as they remain agreed that all paths lead back to food and calming intoxicants, he will pretty much go along with whatever his best friend decides he needs to do.