Bobby Drake (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} frostbyte) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} devolve,@ 2011-02-03 04:35:00 |
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Who: JP and Bobby
What: Attempt to discuss the thing that will not be named!
Where: Bobby's room
When: Wednesday night/Thursday morning
Warnings: There may or may not be innuendo (They're off their game at the moment.)
Status: Incomplete
They never fought. That was the only thing in his mind as he waited. Waited for Jean-Paul to stand up, walk the ten or so paces to his door, open it, slip out, take an almost non-existent right and come through his.
It was a horrible feeling. Knowing he could make that minute a second, or ten minutes. Bobby's stomach roiled and he got up, crossing the room to turn on the music in an attempt to calm as many of his nerves as he could in however long it took the French Canadian to make it over.
Time was relative to someone who could move like Jean-Paul did, and Bobby had to force himself to stay in his flesh. To not shift forms in an attempt to escape a confrontation he'd been dreading since the moment they got paired. It wouldn't be fair, and Jean-Paul would be aware of that.
He closed his eyes instead, forcing himself to take a deep breath and trying to ease the stress by manipulating every speck of moisture he could reach. It didn't really help.
What: Attempt to discuss the thing that will not be named!
Where: Bobby's room
When: Wednesday night/Thursday morning
Warnings: There may or may not be innuendo (They're off their game at the moment.)
Status: Incomplete
They never fought. That was the only thing in his mind as he waited. Waited for Jean-Paul to stand up, walk the ten or so paces to his door, open it, slip out, take an almost non-existent right and come through his.
It was a horrible feeling. Knowing he could make that minute a second, or ten minutes. Bobby's stomach roiled and he got up, crossing the room to turn on the music in an attempt to calm as many of his nerves as he could in however long it took the French Canadian to make it over.
Time was relative to someone who could move like Jean-Paul did, and Bobby had to force himself to stay in his flesh. To not shift forms in an attempt to escape a confrontation he'd been dreading since the moment they got paired. It wouldn't be fair, and Jean-Paul would be aware of that.
He closed his eyes instead, forcing himself to take a deep breath and trying to ease the stress by manipulating every speck of moisture he could reach. It didn't really help.