petr láska. (philodendron) wrote in invol_rpg, @ 2013-07-14 15:19:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! log, karim bissoondath, petr láska |
WHO: Karim Bissoondath and Petr Láska.
WHAT: Roommates say good-bye.
WHEN: As they leave IVI.
WHERE: Their room, 3a.
WARNINGS: Ridiculousness.
STATUS: Completed log.
Petr looked around the room he had shared with Karim for the last year. Even with their things packed up, it still smelled like a mix of dirt and beauty products. He remembered the very first time he had met Karim, the first day at IVI, and exactly what he'd thought. This is the most ridiculous person I have ever met. Petr had expected to hate him, but a year later, he found that he didn't. He very often wanted to throttle Karim, but it was the same way that he frequently wanted to throttle Judita. They may be irritating as fuck, but he'd never want to actually hurt them. "Karim," he said. "I have one last confession to make." Karim was busily wrestling with one of his numerous suitcases, trying to force it closed over his expansive wardrobe. He'd done so much online shopping during their time at IVI that he was leaving with far more clothes than he'd started. He flung himself dramatically onto the case, trying to force it closed with his (negligible) body weight, before just going limp with a moan of defeat. The words from his roommate, however, perked him up. He turned his head suspiciously to the Czech, "Is this, like, a love confession? Because I'm sorry, but ew, no." Petr watched this little performance, wondering if he should help. Probably he should, but watching Kairm's struggle was more amusing. His own things were already packed up, all ready to go. At the suggestion this was a love confession, he wrinkled his nose. "You KNOW I don't like dudes. And if I did, you wouldn't be one of them. Sorry. "Actually, I guess it's two confessions." He wondered if he should bother tell Karim this. He'd probably be pissed. "First, I once put a plant on my bed and hid in the closet so I didn't have to go to class. You carried it around a WHOLE DAY without realizing." Karim swung his legs over the side of his overstuffed suitcase to sit properly, facing Petr. His face fell as if he'd been slapped, mouth hanging open with incredulity. "Oh em gee, you bitch!" He snapped, picking up a leftover sock and throwing it at his roommate's head. "You were so heavy!" "It's not my fault you put me in a pot with so much dirt!" Petr protested. "I mean, it wasn't even me. I'm sorry, but it was pretty hilarious." The 'I'm sorry' wasn't really true. Petr had enjoyed his day off, and it had been nice to know that Karim gave a crap, in a weird way. "The other thing is." The next words were said as though they were being dragged out of him. "I know I sometimes act like I hate you. And practically everybody at IVI thinks you're a huge pain in the ass. But I don't hate you. You're one of my best friends here." Karim was still glowering over the plant prank when Petr's next admission dropped. The Trinidadian's face shifted to awkward surprise, and then it happened. He felt the hotness in his cheeks, the tears forming in the corners of his eyes. He tried to keep his voice steady as he answered, "Ohmigod, gross." He quickly turned to try closing the suitcase again, giving Petr his back and hoping the struggles with the clasp covered up his sniffling. "Make a Lifetime movie why don't you?" Upon seeing Karim's tears, Petr felt even more awkward. He shuffled his feet and decided not to acknowledge them. After all, he'd spent more than one night over the last month sniffling into his pillow -- over being abandoned, over Enely. "I bet someone will. Make a Lifetime movie. They'll call it Tragedy in the Desert or something, and you'll be played by, I don't know. Will Smith's kid or something." Karim snorted, albeit with the triumph of the suitcase latch finally fastening. "And you'll probably be played by Jesse Eisenberg's poinsettia." He finally stood and turned around, having discreetly dried his eyes on his sleeve. He levelled his gaze on his roommate, though it was still clear he was barely keeping it together. "So like, IM me as soon as you get to Czechtopia or whatever and let me know you weren't kidnapped or something totally stupid." Petr was about to say that he would not be represented by a poinsettia on film, thank you very much, but when he saw Karim's face, he didn't bother. Instead he shook his head. "Let's be real, no one will want to kidnap the plant kid. And if you get kidnapped, it'll be by the writer of the Lifetime movie, who wants the entire scoop on what happened here, since you do know everything. But yeah." He hesitated, regretting that this would probably be the last time they saw each other in a long time. His room in Dejvice would seem awfully quiet after a year with Karim. Sighing, he moved to give Karim IVI's awkwardest hug since Rathborne had hugged Fin. "I know I won't be able to fucking get away from you on Twitter." Karim stiffened momentatily at the hug, but realizing there was no one around to witness the moment, let himself hug back. "Hashtag besties for life!" He answered, couching the sentiment in a healthy dose of sarcasm. With the hug disengaged, he turned to his numerous bags with a while. "Petrrrrrr, I need help caaaaarrying theeeeeese..." How could any one person have so much stuff? Looking at the suitcases, Petr wondered how it had all fit in the room. "Too bad there's not a vol who can teleport stuff," he sighed, grabbing one of the suitcases to help drag it out of the room. |