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Post by Mr. Peace-and-Logic on Apr 4, 2010 16:39:50 GMT -5
Scruffy felt a small twinge of relief as the younger man let out an unsteady sigh, slender fingers now tapping the side of the musician's face in silence. "Scruffy, you're not a douche bag. So you shouldn't feel like one," Matt said quietly, eyes on the ex-bartender. Scruffy reached up to rub the back of his neck, visibly relaxing now that he was sure the tension really had passed. Still, the anger had been followed by an awkwardness that settled in the quiet apartment, leaving the barista feeling as though he should break the silence.
Surprise flashed across Matt's face after Scruffy brought up the subject of the song; clearly, he hadn't expected the return to the original subject. It wasn't so much that the incessant music was Scruffy's top priority, really - it just served to distract them from the situation passed. Plus, in a very small way, the thought of a new song by Matt piqued the barista's curiosity, and he wanted to satisfy it before the night was out. "I'm a bit surprised that you care to talk about the song so much, but yeah, sure. If that's what it takes to get you to open up, then fine," replied the younger man in an even voice.
"Well then, maybe we should move out of the hallway," Scruffy offered after he took another quick glance around. He suddenly felt a little foolish after he realized they had been standing in front of the door for a good few minutes. He felt the awkwardness weighing down on him again, and he offered his friend a sort of half-embarrassed smile. This was turning out to be a very strange night.
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Post by Alex on Apr 6, 2010 5:03:52 GMT -5
Matt watched bemusedly as his friend rubbed the back of his neck in sheepish relief. Trust Scruffy to always be able to drop the anger that had been there only a brief moment ago. It was something that Matt envied, there having been too many instances in which he'd been unable to let go of his grudge. He felt a pang of gratitude for the other man as he broke the short beat of awkward silence that had befallen the room.
"Well then, maybe we should move out of the hallway," Scruffy offered with a half-smile. It dawned slowly on the musician that they were still standing in the doorway, and he quickly agreed and lead them out of the foyer and across the main room, successfully avoiding tripping over things now that the room was lit.
It really did come as something of a shock to him, Matt realized as he lingered on the topic a little longer. Scruffy had been stressed out over god-knows-what, and it had shown, both in the flare of anger as well as in the quiet nervousness that almost seemed to follow him around.
"I want you to tell me about this thing is that's bothering you before we work on the song. If you need a different reason besides 'I care more about you than my music-induced insomnia,' tell yourself that maybe you'll give me an idea for lyrics or something," Matt said with a small shrug as he neared his bed and took a seat beside the abandoned guitar. "Sit wherever you'd like and start talkin'."
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Post by Mr. Peace-and-Logic on May 21, 2010 21:27:03 GMT -5
Weaving their way through boxes of miscellaneous junk scattered on the floor, Scruffy and Matt soon retired to a living room-esque area. Taking a quick glance around, the barista really didn't pick out anything of interest; a few decorations hung on the wall, some more boxes. However, he knew that there were no cupboards or cabinets in the immediate area, and that was the important thing. Telling Matt would be much easier if his paranoia didn't spike.
WIP
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