Robert Callen (r_callen) wrote in omega_reality, @ 2011-09-25 21:00:00 |
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Entry tags: | *complete, 2011 09, character: robert callen, dead: mike renko |
RP: Robert and Mike
Who: Robert and Mike
Where: their house
When: September 25, 2011
Summary: Robert is bored, or more so than usual
Robert heard the new guy come and visit Specter, but he didn't go out of his room. His room was becoming is safe haven. The only problem was that the room was too small and the walls too thin, and there wasn't enough in his room to do. It was amazing that nowadays, he looked forward to training, both before and after work hours. It was the only thing that made him feel alive anymore.
Then there was Mike. He had made Robert feel alive for a while, until he had started to ask questions that had made Robert twitch and pull away. Then, they went to Miami and it was fine to watching - push him in fact - toward women, because they were both straight men as far as the world knew, and they should be going after women. It made sense. What didn't make sense was Mike and Specter. Robert wasn't jealous per se. He wanted nothing with Mike. There hadn't even been sex between them for a while, but knowing that Mike was fucking that man stung a little, and not because he was in love or some equally ridiculous thing like that, but because Robert was used to dump his toys when he got bored and people pined after him. This was just another reminding of how low he had fallen.
He really needed to go back to a world where people went to their knees because of his money. Yes, he could be that shallow. It's not like he was marrying any of them anyway. He wanted cheap sex, and shallow was a must. Except that it was a dream and he was still stuck in this horrible dimension, with these plebeians, and living in poverty.
Life sucked!
But at least tonight, he could talk to someone. He teleported from his room into Mike and sat on the bed. "Don't worry, I knew you weren't fucking. I heard whatshisname come in."