euan abercrombie (hallucinogenius) wrote in unloading_zone, @ 2010-10-12 18:25:00 |
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Entry tags: | euan abercrombie, evan rosier |
Who: Euan Abercrombie and Evan Rosier
When: Tuesday, late afternoon
Where: Evan's bungalow
What: Euan is a creep friendly. Evan is terrified a bad-ass.
Rating/Status: TBD/Incomplete
"There's leftovers on the counter!"
The voice came from across the room, where a very-pleased-with-himself Euan was sprawled across someone's bed, hands tucked behind his head, eyes following shadows on the ceiling. A second later, when he was confident that Evan wasn't going to hex him — oh wait, he couldn't! — he flashed a wide grin and elaborated. "I wasn't sure what you like, but I make a mean fish fillet with pineapple-mango salsa. Your refrigerator is on the blink, by the way. Better eat up before it goes off!" The fish. Not the refrigerator.
Earlier that morning, Euan hadn't been planning on any breaking and entering schemes (was it really breaking and entering if the bungalow had no locks?), but he hadn't seen Evan in a while. Surprising him at the Tiki hut wasn't nearly as fun— and Euan's bungalow was all out of clean dishes— so bringing the meal to Evan's bungalow was the only option.
"I didn't think you'd take so long to get home," he added. "Was it busy at work today?"
If any of this was out of the ordinary, Euan wasn't acting like it. If a person didn't know better, they might think this was completely typical. To be expected, even.