Tom Bronson (Wildcat) (
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capeandcowllogs2012-02-14 10:28 pm
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Entry tags:
hearts and junk
WHO: Tom and Ggio
WHERE: Their apartment
WHEN: Night of/after Valentine's Day
WARNINGS: Nothing... Talk of soul... cannibalism?
SUMMARY: Post VD shenanigans. The truth comes out! Dun Dun Dun
FORMAT: Quick
[Ggio had left the bar before Tom that night, since he had to make sure certain people were okay before sending them home and then clean up the bar to close. He was exhausted, and didn't really have anything else planned for the holiday other than sitting out on the balcony to smoke and then crawling into bed.
That's why he was a bit surprised when he opened the door and the entire apartment was covered in pink and red tissue paper, foil, and candy wrappers.]
Ggio? Are you here?
WHERE: Their apartment
WHEN: Night of/after Valentine's Day
WARNINGS: Nothing... Talk of soul... cannibalism?
SUMMARY: Post VD shenanigans. The truth comes out! Dun Dun Dun
FORMAT: Quick
[Ggio had left the bar before Tom that night, since he had to make sure certain people were okay before sending them home and then clean up the bar to close. He was exhausted, and didn't really have anything else planned for the holiday other than sitting out on the balcony to smoke and then crawling into bed.
That's why he was a bit surprised when he opened the door and the entire apartment was covered in pink and red tissue paper, foil, and candy wrappers.]
Ggio? Are you here?
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[Ggio answers from somewhere within the Valentine-colored mess, and he sounds... off. Like he's trying to shout with his mouth full. And he is.
He's laid out on the floor in front of the couch, as covered in paper and foil and everything else, and still shoving chocolates into his face, sluggish as his actions may be. He's like seconds away from a chocolate coma.]
Hi.
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You've only been here an hour tops. I just- I think you've had enough.
... Where did you even get all of this chocolate?
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[His metabolism is crazy this is nothing! He just. Needs like a week.
Idly waves a hand.]
School. Girls. Stores.
[And his arms flops back down to the floor.]
I think there's some left. You can have one.
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[To prove his point, he's poking Ggio's tummy with his toe.]
The girls at school gave you all this? [Not that he cares or anything.]
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[Swats at his foot.]
Yeah. Said 'happy villentie day' or something. I didn't give them any.
[And smirks up at Tom. His tsundere senses are tingling.]
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[He reaches down to take Ggio's hand, lifting the arrancar up onto his feet.]
Come sit outside with me. I need to smoke before bed.
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[Snorts at the mention of smoking, but hey, Tom did do good on his attempt at quitting. He takes the offered hand and gets to his feet, but leans heavily against Tom.]
Hurry up with it.
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[He doesn't mind supporting Ggio, though he just assumes that it's because Ggio is feeling sick from all the chocolate he ate.
The night air is chilly, and Tom pulls his jacket a little closer before lighting his cigarette and taking a seat, waiting for Ggio to join him.]
What's the rush?
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Taking their chocolate doesn't mean I like them. I don't have to do anything.
[Settles down into the other chair, pulled close but out of the way of the smoke.]
'Cause I'm ready to go to bed.
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[How many times have they had this conversation? Tom isn't hung up on it or anything.]
I thought we could talk a little, since we didn't really get to do anything for the holiday. Well, I didn't.
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I'm not going to, they're just kids. What holiday was it?
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[Tom sighs, taking another long drag of his cigarette.]
Valentine's Day. People celebrate by doing something romantic and special with the people they love.
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[That was unusual, and must have happened after Ggio had left for the night.
At the explanation, his mouth forms into an 'o'.]
So that's why there were...
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[He scoots his chair a little closer to Ggio's.]
Were what?
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Stuff at the stores. I got some things.
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Don't tell me you went and bought more chocolate.
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[He's just gonna leave that one hanging.]
So, today, was was supposed to go on dates?
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[He smiles, then takes another drag from his cigarette, and, despite only being about halfway done with it, puts it out in the nearby ashtray.]
Yeah, that's why there were so many couples out and at the bar tonight.
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That's stupid. You can have dates any time.
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I know. It's supposed to be special today, though. People do really flashy and extravagant things. That's why you saw all of the chocolate and flowers and giant stuffed animals.
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[Blunt because really that's what all the ads seem to be pointing to.]
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Spending all evening at the bar wasn't that special, huh?
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[Tilts his head up to nuzzle Tom's jawline.]
It's like every day. It's fine.
[When Tom put it that way, the holiday didn't seem any different from any other day.]
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[It's hard to feel bad about not doing anything special for Ggio when the other was like this. He sighs and finally wraps his arms around Ggio, resting his forehead on the other's mask.]
Can I ask you something?
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[Even if it was still a bit cold for that; just meant they'd chill out in a nice hotel or something.
Ggio groans as he's ready to go inside now, but stays put save for some wriggling.]
What is it?
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