Fist: no. Second: 2%? Is that what you're settling on? And no, I'm going to keep playing with your phone because you keep changing the tone from what I set it to.
Third: Because you punching me ends well for you so often.
Well it's definitely not any more than that, so yeah, let's settle with that. Your choice of ringtone is stupid and constantly stealing my phone is stupid, leave it alone.
[ There is a long time where Kit doesn't get a text back, maybe Elliot decided to let him to back to sleep....
Or maybe he headed over with a backpack full of purifying ingredients and a blender and wasted no time picking the lock to Kit's apartment/house/what have u.
If he begins hearing noise in his kitchen, well, that's because someone is setting up a blender and getting ready to make u da best smoothie ever.
Or maybe it's a robber... maybe you should check. ]
[ kit shoves his face back into his pillow once he realises that elliot isn't going to text him back. he has some hope that maybe he'll be able to get more sleep before his home is invaded by a woodland creature armed with plans kit's not even sure he wants to know about. but of course, it's too much to ask.
as soon as he hears a noise, he groans, muffled by the fabric beneath his face and has to force himself out of bed, swearing under his breath all the while. he doesn't remember giving elliot a key. so his lock's going to be checked, and he's going to punch the git in the arm for breaking into his apartment.
first thing's first is to find out what is going on in his kitchen. ]
Elliot, for fuck's sake, it's half four in the morning. Can't your wild kitchen adventures wait until later?
[ Ah, that sounds like a planned excuse as he digs things out of his backpack. Jars. Those certainly are Jars of... different stuff. Is that salt? Who knows. What's important is that he's adding things to the blender he has set up. ]
Have you got any fruit? Doesn't matter I've brought strawberries.
[ Is that kale he's adding? Y e p. Also something that looks suspiciously like dirt.
Ice where's the ice. Oh found the ice. Adding some ice. And powdered jellyfish. Is that holy water he's dumping in there?
Let him just chop the cores out of the strawberries and pop them in there too. He's on a mission. ]
Breakfast is more of an eleven in the morning thing.
[ or 1pm, as kit is sometimes prone to do. don't ever let it be said that he can't sleep for either africa, or just as long as possible. ]
Then why did you— what the hell are you putting in there, Elliot?
[ powdery crap, water, dirt -- something like dread settles in his stomach, and he can already feel the illness that's going to hit him as soon as this weird concoction is put together. and he's nervous about it already, glowering at the ingredients, blender and elliot in turn. ]
Eleven is almost noon, you're aware of that right? Four never hurt anyone.
[ Honestly, expect a gangly woodland creature asleep in your bed probably in an hour, Kit. Four am is hurting him. ]
Purifying ingredients, in theory this should help you.
[ In theory. But he sounds kinda solemn. He tosses a few more things in before before putting the lid on and hitting the button causing it to make an awful grinding noise. ]
That's good. [ Elliot finally speaks when he turns the blender off. ] I haven't really gotten a wink yet.
[ kit will sleep on elliot, okay. he will accept this. ]
Oh. [ well, that does change things a little. now he understands why he's being woken up at four am. ] Righ— purifying dirt, though? [ and there's a wince at the noise, because it's still four am and still too early for all this. ]
[ sometimes he wonders this. and by sometimes, that's most of the time, really, as much as he loves the bastard. ]
Great. I'm going to be drinking grave dirt. I'll get infected by some weird grave shit and die. [ brilliant. what a way to go. and what would his grave say? 'killed by the bullshit that he's buried in lol'? he wouldn't put it past elliot to do that. ]
The next words garner a frown from Elliot, and as if to prove a point, he takes a sip, a very, very small one, of the smoothie before passing it over to Kit. ]
It's times like these where that is very, very debatable.
( that doesn't comfort him in any way. with all the shit elliot puts into his body, some grave dirt wouldn't kill him. knowing kit's luck however, it would probably destroy him in the most painful way possible before finally letting him die.
and elliot would still laugh.
still, he takes the drink anyway, and sort of nurses it in his hand for a while. it's obvious he's reluctant to drink it, and it shows on his face and the way he raises it up slightly, and then puts it back down every now and then.
[ and kit does move as fast as he can, considering the fact that this is a Very Serious Matter, and also because he's curious as to how and why his friend's dead brother is suddenly Not Dead. as much as they live in a world of magic, this is beyond the unusual that has so long been a normality in his life, and he's worried (and he doesn't like it. he's not supposed to worry. he's not supposed to feel much of anything).
kit is worried about elliot, about grant, about what it could mean -- and whether or not someone is up to something, which he wouldn't be surprised about. bringing dead people back to life just like that? he doesn't know a necromancer skilled enough to do that.
it doesn't take him long before he's standing on elliot's doorstep for only a second before he's barging his way in, barely giving himself time to knock and announce himself. there's a frown on his face and he's noticeably unsettled, in the way one of his fists clench and the furrow between his brows, and he can already feel the worry lines forming at the edge of his eyes. ]
[ The first pair of dark eyes that met him weren't Elliot's but quickly Elliot was putting himself between his brother's gaze and grabbing Kit's hand, all but yanking him to the kitchen, away from Grant -- Grant who obviously knew they'd be talking about him anyway.
He spares a glance back out to the living room, uncomfortable, uneasy, and doesn't let go of Kit's hand immediately, until it seems to click he's still holding it and lets it go to run his hand through his blond hair, causing it to stick up a bit awkwardly. ]
There's someone out there, right? I'm not finally fucking losing it, am I?
[ His hands are shaking, he can feel it, and he keeps hearing a loud ringing in his ears. And he can't tell if he's too hot or too cold, but he's too something and it's freaked out. ]
Fuck. [ He doesn't wait for Kit's response, he just turns around and heads to his refrigerator and opens the top freezer before pulling out a bottle of vodka. He's not drunk enough for this. Elliot thought he'd be happy, he'd be celebrating, but he's just fucking freaked out. Sure, he might be happy when his body stops releasing adrenaline like he should be running or punching something. ]
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Probably @ like 4 am
Also I have an idea so you should come over.
You're awake right?
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I am now.
What's this idea, first?
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Oh. Glad you're awake.
The idea is either you come over here or I'm going over there.
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Yeah. I bet you are, even if I was having a great dream that was interrupted by a stupid ringtone - how do you always manage to change it?
You can come here. I'm not getting out of bed for you.
He's an asshole I'm sorry
What kind of dream? Where you actually getting laid for once? I'm smarter and faster than you, that's how.
Now your inviting me to your bed? Kit, I'm not sleeping with you even if I woke you up from a sex dream.
u should be
First of all, fuck off, second of all, you're only like, 2% smarter than me and I'm way faster than you. Get lost. And also leave my phone alone.
Thirdly, you wish I was inviting you to bed. But the most you'd get is a punch to the face.
U replied right as I was tryina fix my typo u butt
Fist: no. Second: 2%? Is that what you're settling on? And no, I'm going to keep playing with your phone because you keep changing the tone from what I set it to.
Third: Because you punching me ends well for you so often.
love u
It's satisfying, at least.
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Or maybe he headed over with a backpack full of purifying ingredients and a blender and wasted no time picking the lock to Kit's apartment/house/what have u.
If he begins hearing noise in his kitchen, well, that's because someone is setting up a blender and getting ready to make u da best smoothie ever.
Or maybe it's a robber... maybe you should check. ]
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as soon as he hears a noise, he groans, muffled by the fabric beneath his face and has to force himself out of bed, swearing under his breath all the while. he doesn't remember giving elliot a key. so his lock's going to be checked, and he's going to punch the git in the arm for breaking into his apartment.
first thing's first is to find out what is going on in his kitchen. ]
Elliot, for fuck's sake, it's half four in the morning. Can't your wild kitchen adventures wait until later?
c:
[ Ah, that sounds like a planned excuse as he digs things out of his backpack. Jars. Those certainly are Jars of... different stuff. Is that salt? Who knows. What's important is that he's adding things to the blender he has set up. ]
Have you got any fruit? Doesn't matter I've brought strawberries.
[ Is that kale he's adding? Y e p. Also something that looks suspiciously like dirt.
Ice where's the ice. Oh found the ice. Adding some ice. And powdered jellyfish. Is that holy water he's dumping in there?
Let him just chop the cores out of the strawberries and pop them in there too. He's on a mission. ]
How did you sleep?
>:||||
[ or 1pm, as kit is sometimes prone to do. don't ever let it be said that he can't sleep for either africa, or just as long as possible. ]
Then why did you— what the hell are you putting in there, Elliot?
[ powdery crap, water, dirt -- something like dread settles in his stomach, and he can already feel the illness that's going to hit him as soon as this weird concoction is put together. and he's nervous about it already, glowering at the ingredients, blender and elliot in turn. ]
Fantastically.
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[ Honestly, expect a gangly woodland creature asleep in your bed probably in an hour, Kit. Four am is hurting him. ]
Purifying ingredients, in theory this should help you.
[ In theory. But he sounds kinda solemn. He tosses a few more things in before before putting the lid on and hitting the button causing it to make an awful grinding noise. ]
That's good. [ Elliot finally speaks when he turns the blender off. ] I haven't really gotten a wink yet.
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[ kit will sleep on elliot, okay. he will accept this. ]
Oh. [ well, that does change things a little. now he understands why he's being woken up at four am. ] Righ— purifying dirt, though? [ and there's a wince at the noise, because it's still four am and still too early for all this. ]
Finish this and get some sleep, idiot.
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[ Cuddles, Elliot's favourite. ]
Gave dirt, actually. [ He clicks it off when it's sufficiently mixed into a smoothie. The blond busies himself with grabbing a clean glass for Kit. ]
Maybe.
[ The word is said with a smile as he pours the mixture into the glass. ]
How are you feeling by the way?
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[ sometimes he wonders this. and by sometimes, that's most of the time, really, as much as he loves the bastard. ]
Great. I'm going to be drinking grave dirt. I'll get infected by some weird grave shit and die. [ brilliant. what a way to go. and what would his grave say? 'killed by the bullshit that he's buried in lol'? he wouldn't put it past elliot to do that. ]
Fine. As usual.
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[ HAHAHAHA.
The next words garner a frown from Elliot, and as if to prove a point, he takes a sip, a very, very small one, of the smoothie before passing it over to Kit. ]
See, you won't die.
[ Really, he knows Elliot too well. ]
On a scale from one to ten, ten being the best?
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( that doesn't comfort him in any way. with all the shit elliot puts into his body, some grave dirt wouldn't kill him. knowing kit's luck however, it would probably destroy him in the most painful way possible before finally letting him die.
and elliot would still laugh.
still, he takes the drink anyway, and sort of nurses it in his hand for a while. it's obvious he's reluctant to drink it, and it shows on his face and the way he raises it up slightly, and then puts it back down every now and then.
he trusts elliot, but... grave dirt. )
Five. Maybe six, at a push.
i own this place
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I have a dead twin brother.
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I'm kind of freaking out.
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what is this?? action???
kit is worried about elliot, about grant, about what it could mean -- and whether or not someone is up to something, which he wouldn't be surprised about. bringing dead people back to life just like that? he doesn't know a necromancer skilled enough to do that.
it doesn't take him long before he's standing on elliot's doorstep for only a second before he's barging his way in, barely giving himself time to knock and announce himself. there's a frown on his face and he's noticeably unsettled, in the way one of his fists clench and the furrow between his brows, and he can already feel the worry lines forming at the edge of his eyes. ]
Elliot? Dude. What the fuck.
actiooooonnnnnn
He spares a glance back out to the living room, uncomfortable, uneasy, and doesn't let go of Kit's hand immediately, until it seems to click he's still holding it and lets it go to run his hand through his blond hair, causing it to stick up a bit awkwardly. ]
There's someone out there, right? I'm not finally fucking losing it, am I?
[ His hands are shaking, he can feel it, and he keeps hearing a loud ringing in his ears. And he can't tell if he's too hot or too cold, but he's too something and it's freaked out. ]
Fuck. [ He doesn't wait for Kit's response, he just turns around and heads to his refrigerator and opens the top freezer before pulling out a bottle of vodka. He's not drunk enough for this. Elliot thought he'd be happy, he'd be celebrating, but he's just fucking freaked out. Sure, he might be happy when his body stops releasing adrenaline like he should be running or punching something. ]
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10 YEARS LATER
with his glasses on too
LITERALLY LIKE TWO YEARS LATER
Seriously???
Well, I mean I'll tell him. I guess.
Weirdo.
have we really had these guys this long
i just realised i owe you like two tags in here so expect them but
You told me I was special while we were having sex last night and I asked why. You told me not to ask questions whilst you have an erection.
mood
and you're ok i guess