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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(I'm gonna be slow as frick
but I can't wait any longer)
"Alright. If we can get through this without any more idiocy, I'll buy you guys some coffee- er, I mean, I'll get Benton coffee." The lady was grinning at James's furious glare. "I'll get you something sweet, Jesus Christ, dude." She pulled up a chair, sitting down. "Which one of you stabbed him?" -
(go pee, now, or else you'll explode xD)
"I don't drink caffeine, or eat sweets in general. Thank you, though. I wound be the one who stabbed him." Benton raised his hand. Inside, he was thinking back on how he twisted the knife in the mayor's back. That made his eyes go even more cold than usual, but he was focused, all the same. -
(I did
I was hella faster than all of those adults)
"Ah, I see. That's quite alright." She leaned in closer, her eyes narrowed. "Your cut was the worst I've seen in a year. They were able to identify the metal that was stabbed into his back. You need a clean cut that won't leave a trace, and you pretty much blew the cover." She leaned back, looking at James. "James has a swifter cut than yours. But James needs to take his job seriously. A bag of almost finished chips were found in the trash with fake fingerprints. Had he not been wearing stick ons, he would have been done for. Both of you have the skill that the other needs. Therefor, James is being transferred to your organization. You will be in charge of training him while he will be in charge of helping you." -
(-applause- you are so fab :'D)
He did not show that the comment about his stab affected his. Instead, Benton's eyes almost rolled into the back of his head. He let out a an extremely grunt-filled breath. He didn't have enough energy to complain, except for one statement. "I have to see him at work, now?" Staring at the blonde, he had a look like (excuse me for this) :I -
(thirty seconds vs. five minutes)
"Oh, much more than that, he'll be moving in with you." She smirked, taping her nails against the table. "Your every waking moment will now be included with your very own comic book geek." James blushed, looking down. -
(that deserves a medal
and a cookie)
Benton ran a hand through his hair. "You have got to be kidding me." He groaned, leaning back. He rubbed his shoulder, glaring. I get to live with an annoying, childish twenty-year old. Just lovely. Why not tell me that I need to read him to sleep or that I need to make him yummy meals to keep him happy. -
(yay gimme gimme)
James's face was emotionless, but hurt showed in his eyes. It wasn't his fault that he liked candy or read comics. It wasn't his fault that he was always happy. In fact, he had a reason for it, but he didn't want to tell the jerk. "I refuse to be moved or have to live with him," he hissed. "I'd rather take death over living with Benton." -
(-gives yummy cookies-)
Benton sighed. "I guess I will have to deal with it. He can't be that horrible. Apologies, I have judged a book by its cover." He folded his hands over his stomach, glancing back and forth between the two of them. -
(*omnomnom*)
The woman shrugged, standing. "You can do whatever you want, but I have places to be. You should go with him to grab all of his junk. Someone will come check in on you two later." She left just as unexpected as she had come. James glared at Benton. -
(Yes, all the cookies c:)
Benton was massaging his temples, staring ahead. "The smoldering look you are giving is making me uncomfortable." He stood. "I will help with your possessions, as directed. The only few rules are that you cannot make messes. They give me migraines. Do not scare me at any time. That's no fun. And don't screw with my things. That is all." -
(dude I'm gonna land in like an hour and i'll be home in cali eating real cookies :D)
"Your existence is making me pissed off." James crossed his arms, standing up. "I'm going to make the worst mess ever, and I'm going to always sneak up on you from behind, and I'll always mess around with your crap!" -
(Mmmm cookays c: eat one for me see xD)
"We will see about that. Now, I cannot drive. I am lacking an important thing called a license." Benton brushed a few bits of fuzz off of the front of hoodie. His hair was a wild mess, at that point, and he was furiously trying to fix it. -
(xD)
"I can drive. I'm responsible and I got my license. You're obviously not good enough." James stomped to his car, throwing the door open. "Get your butt in the car." -
Benton coughed. "It is not that I am not responsible." He entered the car on the passenger side fastened his seatbelt. "I am actually very, very frightened at the idea of driving." He pulled his hoodie off.
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"Oh? Maybe I'll purposely make the car crash, just for your amusement. He slammed the door shut, climbing in. He was acting like a child pouting over a toy.
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