Scene {Indie & Emo} | Ian & Evan Rose (pseudoelitism) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2010-01-01 20:49:00 |
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Entry tags: | emo, johnny rebel, sebastian |
Who: Emo, Johnny and Sebastian
What: Fun with Saints
When: Friday night.
Where: Emo and Johnny's NYC apartment.
Warning: Blood, language, normal Johnny and Emo warnings.
The door to the bedroom swung open as Emo clicked his phone closed and shoved it back down in his side pocket, raking a hand through his hair and sighing as he flopped down on the couch next to Johnny. He looked a bit worried or nervous or maybe some combination of those two things. Mostly he looked like his mind was full to the brim with thoughts and he was trying to sort them all out. He was silent for the longest time, doing just that, staring down at the tattoos and rings on his fingers, his chipped black nail polish.
When he finally decided to speak, it took too tries of opening his mouth, taking a breath, and then snapping it shut again before he finally got anything out. "So there's this guy, he's a lead singer of a band we play with all the time at that little coffee house near Chelsea. He's... sort of in a bad way right now and he doesn't want to go back to his apartment. Would it be... do you think it'd be cool if he crashed here for a few days?" Emo asked, glancing over. "He's... not mortal. And there's a chance he could be sort of bloody when he gets here - but I can clean that up, no big deal," he said all at once in an effort to get it all out.
It was a bit more complicated than Emo let it on to be, but that could be explained later. The fact that this "guy" was a two-thousand year old saint and Emo really had no idea the kind of wounds he was afflicted with currently, just that Sebastian had them and he was in no state to take care them himself right now. Even an immortal plague saint had to worry about infected wounds from time to time.
"I'll take him to the studio with me during the day," Emo said. "It might do him some good to be around people anyhow. So it's not like you'd have to babysit one of my friends while I'm not here. And he's quiet." It was like bringing a puppy home only... way, way more complicated.