Tom Gilbert (homeiscr0) wrote in stepfordhall, @ 2016-01-09 01:17:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: lucien asher, character: thomas gilbert, player: mj, player: willow |
Sheepish Apologies
WHO: Tom Gilbert & Lucien Asher
WHEN: 8th Jan, early evening
WHERE: Lucien's dorm room & onward
WHAT: Someone's feeling sheepish
RATING: PG-13 (swears)
STATUS: In progress
So after his fuck up which he was pretty sure had - as was his experience - ruined the potential friendship he actually had really wanted to have with this guy, Tom was stuck in this weird sort of avoid-y turtle phase. He figured he should apologise for not turning up to the meeting, even though he didn't mean to forget. He'd not forgotten he'd just... lost track of time. He'd been on Skype to his mums and then he'd ended up on wikipedia somehow and then on youtube and he was watching Buzzfeed videos and then suddenly he was getting a text from Lucien.
He'd been told which dorm the guy was in and whereabouts to find him, so he knew that well enough and knew where he needed to go, but when he actually tried to get around to doing it, he ended up procrastinating even more because if he was nothing if not a coward when it came to feeling like he might be in trouble when the telling off was coming from someone whom he actually gave a shit about.
Pushing his fingers through his hair, he finished his eighth(?) lap of the building - which he hadn't even needed to do because fuck, the guy was in the same fucking building as him - he sucked it up and walked back inside, heading to the floor Lucien was on and then ended up outside the door to the dorm room.
Suddenly he felt nervous again, swallowing awkwardly and forcing his throat to do what he wanted it to. He'd not even met Lucien in person and fuck - what if the guy didn't like him? What if his face was all fucked up like they were in Buffy? What if he was a proper posh twat? What if he had the wrong room? What if he wasn't in? What if he punched Tom? What if he decided that he didn't want to be mates? - his brain was in overdrive.
Shoving those thoughts to one side, he finally just jumped in and realised that whilst he was panicking and his thoughts were spiralling, he'd already knocked on the door and he could hear the sound of someone on the other side so it was already too late for him to do knock door run - he hadn't realised that was actually technically illegal in the UK: one more thing he'd done that he could have been prosecuted for. At least he couldn't get arrested for not having fucking archery lessons because that had been abolished and not all Swans belonged to the Queen but they could break your arm if you weren't careful: vicious motherfuckers that they were and- oh, the door was open. He was totally lost in thought.