Tiberius Abaddon (mrabaddon) wrote in uprisingrpg, @ 2011-01-20 15:14:00 |
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Entry tags: | fletcher parkinson, tiberius abaddon |
Who: Tiberius and Fletch
What: Serenade
When: Thursday
Where: Fletcher's place
Warnings: IDK
Status: Incomplete
Tibby was in a mood. It wasn't very unusual for him to be in one, particularly if something occurred with one of his sisters. Veritas had decided to leave all of her textbooks sprawled across the living room table, papers tossed about, and trash sitting in every spot imaginable. After a bit of a shouting match, which he was thankful for his other sisters being absent from (because he was certain at least one of them would side with Veri), he stormed out after shouting a demand for it to be tided up. Whether or not Veritas did or not was a completely different story, of course.
He bounced up the walkway to Fletcher's home, a temporary napsack tossed over his shoulder. He opened the door, stepping in with no worry.
"I hope your decent!" He shouted, as he never truly gave a note of warning that he was coming over. He usually just stopped in when ever he wanted.
Dropping the napsack down, he came around the corner. "Honey, I'm home, and I've had a bad day. Poor me a cold one, and oh by the way..." He sang, in a very cheery tune, because being around Fletcher always cheered him up. He doubted the man would know what he was singing, but it didn't matter. He flopped down beside Fletcher, swinging his legs around to rest on his lap, reclining back so he could lay against the back rest, arms behind his head. "...rub my feet?" He finished, with a laugh, doubting it'd happen.