Who: Noah Vausse [SPARROW] & TJ Jung [MASTERMIND] Where: Suite 6B When: July 8th, evening What:The calm before the storm jk just chilling Warnings:N/A
Noah sagged as he entered the apartment, it had been a long day. One of the elementary classes had stopped by the library, and he’d had to answer about a million questions. He’d chosen to work at the library because it sounded miles less exhausting than any of the other jobs, but he hadn’t anticipated the amount of traffic that went through the place. As he toed off his shoes, he glanced around the living area and didn’t see anyone. Small blessings.
He stopped by TJ’s room first, knocking twice. No answer. He should have been back by now, but he might have gone out with some friends. Sighing, Noah headed towards his own room, feeling a little more deflated now that he knew TJ wasn’t home. Maybe he’d text him, see what he was up to.
Perhaps it was because he was distracted by his phone, but he didn’t notice the other person in his room until he had already closed the door behind him.
"Noah?" He looked up and was met with the sight of TJ grinning at him while sprawled out on his bed. "Hey, buddy," TJ said with a small laugh once he had Noah's attention, rolling off to the side and patting the open space next to him. "Welcome home! How was your day? You look tired."
Noah jumped, surprised, though this wasn’t a rare occasion by any means. “Hey, I was just about to text you,” He shoved his phone back into his pocket and scrubbed both hands over his face, “I am. There were too many people in the library today. You know, the little ones. You look happy though, how was yours?”
"It was good, I'm just happy to be back from work. I have to get up early tomorrow though," he replied, face scrunching up when he frowned. The expression went as quickly as it came, and soon enough he was smiling at Noah again. Instead of waiting for Noah to join him on the bed, TJ sat up and crossed his legs together, still leaving room in case he changed his mind. "Have you eaten dinner yet?"
“How long is your shift tomorrow?” Noah pulled a pair of sweats and a worn cotton t-shirt out of one of his drawers, beginning to change as he continued to speak, “No I haven’t. Are you cooking?”
“Umm eight hours, and yeah. I can cook. What do you want?”
“That sucks,” He flopped onto the bed, now fully changed, “I don’t know. What do we have?”
“Dunno. Too lazy to check," TJ declared and punctuated his refusal to move by falling over Noah, landing squarely across his stomach. "It can wait, I'm not hungry yet. What do you wanna do in the meantime?"
“I don’t know, maybe talk about how hungry I am?” As if on queue, Noah’s stomach rumbled loudly, “See?” He shoved at TJ, half-heartedly trying to get him to roll off.
"Noooo," TJ mock-wailed, his dramatics more or less ruined by his laughter as he rolled down to Noah's thighs. "I'm pretty sure your stomach is telling us it wants to play Smash. Too bad the guys already went back to their place or we'd have more contenders for the crown."
“If you wanted to play Smash you could have just said so,” Noah rolled his eyes, but there was a smile on his face, “Oh, so I’m not exciting enough for you now, is that it?” He was joking, but he wondered if TJ would have preferred living with other people. Their roommates weren’t exactly the most sociable bunch.
Fortunately TJ made up for that in spades. "It's that you suck at Smash, bro," he shot back, reaching over to pat him on the stomach a few times, "but s'all good, I still like you the best." After a beat, he added with a laugh, "And winning, too."
“Don’t get cocky, one day I’m gonna beat you,” Noah nudged him with his legs, “So, are we gonna play or what?”