I wanna do a soap, but I don't know what.
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Thread Topic: I wanna do a soap, but I don't know what.
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(xDDD
like idk if benton was suppose to hear that so DD; i am gonna pretend he did xD)
His ears perked up when he heard this. He felt his face go warm, most likely as red as a week-old tomato. He made sure to grab one more box than necessary so that he was able to cover his face. Clomping back out, he whistled. -
(benton you're gonna enjoy dominating james)
James huffed, unable to see Benton's reaction. "Well, do you think we can? I wouldn't feel so bad if we could.. And it IS your house." He grabbed the last few boxes, putting them in the back of the car. He placed his hands on his hips. -
(oh gosh xDD)
Benton did the same with the boxes he had carried. He turned to James and nodded slowly. "Whatever makes you comfortable." He rubbed his own neck, his eyes wandering to the door of the passenger side. Well, this should be interesting. -
(James would just be like *man squeal* *moan* *squeaks*)
"Alright. Good. Get in the car, Mr. Grumpy pants." He grinned, his normal self taking over. He got into the driver's seat, buckling up. -
(x'D "man squeal")
Benton went into the passenger's side, buckling his seatbelt. "I am feeling peckish, so when we get there, I am going straight to the kitchen." He nodded and focused on the window, once again. -
(it's just
hehe)
"Alright. I'll be putting things.. Um.. Wherever you want me to." James reached out to touch the front of the car. He sighed, looking over at Benton. "Where do you live?" -
(giggles?)
"The guest room." Benton returned the look. "The address is 79 Livingston's Way in the Ollipol Apartment Complex." He leaned back against the seat, sighing. -
(yes)
"Alright." James put it into his phone and started to drive, listing to siri in order to get there. He wondered how long it would take them to trust each other. -
(oooh how fabu xD)
"Oh, yeah, there is only one more rule. Just don't go into- meeeeh, nevermind. You most likely wouldn't go to the certain spot, anyway." He waved his arms in front of himself to loosen up. "Am I allowed to turn on the radio?" -
"Just don't go into where?" He raised an eyebrow, resisting the urge to look at Benton. "You can turn it on to whatever if you tell me what you were going to say."
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Benton dramatically fell back. "I don't care if you go into my room, but in my closet, since I live on the third floor, there is an attic. The way to get there is a door behind my closet's items. There is just a lot of personal stuff in there and I prefer you not wander in there." He then flipped on the radio, switching around. He stopped on a Billy Joel song.
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"Alright, I won't go in there." James decided it would be better not to meddle with personal things. Besides, he didn't want Benton to be too hostile to him.. He leaned forward, sighing. "Interesting music choice."
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"Thank you." He then gave a real, genuine smile. "When I was younger, I would always startle my older brother by spontaneously screaming the lyrics to 'Piano Man'. It was fantastic. He was not as tough as he thought, the silly boy."
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"Really? That sounds like you had fun as a kid." James smiled, but a hint of sadness was in his eyes as he stared straight on. "How far apart in age are you and your brother?"
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"Some, mostly when my parents weren't around. They were strict. We are eight years apart." Benton sat thinking about his brother went to a university and was now a successful chemist. And there he was, an assassin whose family thought he was dead.
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