WELL ALRIGHT, IF YOU SAY SO, MAN *shrug*
WANNA GO THROW STUFF AT PEOPLE LATER??
Yeah, count me in. I’ll meet you later.
Nah, I’m just…happy for you. Hope you guys will be happy together and all that shit.
AW, HEH, WE WILL MAN, WE WILL.
…ARE YOU FEELING OKAY BECAUSE THAT WAS KINDA SAPPY COMING FROM YOU
Yeah, I’m fine Blondie. *he takes a drink from the bottle in his hand and winces* Everything is hunky-dory.
THEEERE WE GO, HEH, THAT’S MORE LIKE I-
WOOOAH WOAH WOAH
JEEZ, MAN, ARE YOU TRYING TO EMBARRASS ME HERE OR WHAT??
Nah, I’m just…happy for you. Hope you guys will be happy together and all that shit.
I’M NOT A PUSSY, MAN, C’MON!!
Okay, you’re not a pussy, but everyone else is. Good luck on fucking what’s-his-face.
Anonymous asked: Describe your first romantic experience?
Don’t got any since romance is for pussies.
OOC: It’s really coming down to the wire since finals are approaching and I seriously need to start writing my research essays. So starting today I’m having a hiatus until around December 14th when winter break starts. I’ll still be checking in every now and then and if you need to contact me, I’ll be on skype.
"Wait what, I just gave you one you hugslut." His words were simple teases, though, as he virtually tackled Wave up into the air and gave him another good crushing. "Uahhrhrhgh seriously I have to go I have some things to do hahahaha." Concrete put Wave down — again — and paused at the door — again. Mouthing the words, "See ya," he pulled his head out of view and he crept upwards toward the teleporter where he could already hear the scuffling and muted sounds of Wily’s numbers getting into their whole routine.
Leaning against the door frame, Wave nodded a goodbye, watching as Concrete’s hulking silhouette disappear from view. He then closed his door and sat back down on his bed, kicking off his boots as he leaned back against the wall, rubbing his still aching arms with a smile on his face. Wave couldn’t remember the last time he felt this good, his mind keeping the fresh memory of the hug on loop. How strong those arms felt around him. How comforting it was to embraced by them. And how much he wanted to hear that loud, boisterous laughter again. God, he’d do anything to….
Wait one fucking minute.
Horror crept it’s way into Wave’s mind as he rushed to rationalize things away. "We’re friends right? Yeah, I’d be happy to see my friends." But he knew that he hadn’t felt this sort of happy towards Pump or Percy, not even his own brothers. It felt different.
His mind raced back to the times he felt after all their past fights, how satisfied and eager he was to see him again and suddenly Wave could feel the burn in his cheeks as his face turned tomato red. “Fuck!” he spat out, his hands bunching up into fists. “Fucking dammit!” Not him. Why did it have to be him. Why did he have to crush on the only person who actually understood him, the guy who treated him exactly the way he wanted to be treated? And now he risked that friendship over his feelings. Gritting his teeth, Wave took a hold of his pillow and ripped it in half and then into little itty bitty pieces, sending feathers into the air as he continued to swear. When the pieces were too little to tear off anymore, Wave buried his head into the mess, his rage now morphing into an overwhelming sense of hopelessness. “I’m so fucking stupid. Stupidest piece of shit.” And right then and there, he vowed never to tell a word to anyone of how he felt about Concrete. Nothing was worth more than their friendship, even if that meant the price of an aching heart.
Concrete snorted at the mention of reputation. But he supposed it paid off to be perceived as an anti-social cutthroat in the castle.
He turned to suddenly crush Wave in one of his signature bodylock bear hugs. “URRREEEEEH OF COURSSSSSSEEE.” Maybe he was being a bit too familiar, who knew. But it was nice to be around someone that could handle his rough-house affection. After shaking the smaller android in the air Concrete put him back down on the ground. “BESIDES, who said it wasn’t already a regular thing, anyway?” He punctuated his comment with the briefest of winks before replacing it with a bright, beaming expression. Cause it kind of was.
He moved to begin walking out the door but staggered as he tried to halt himself. “I almost forgot. Listen, you can call me for whatever, yeah? If you think I can help you with anything give me a ping, ‘k?”
The crushing hug made Wave’s body ache a little, but he didn’t mind one bit, laughing good naturedly after he was set down. He was then caught off guard by the wink, not sure whether Concrete was joking around. He was thankful that the room was dark enough to hide the blush on his face. “Thanks. I know you got your brothers but if you ever need backup or something, you can always call on me. And uh…” he extended his arms wide, his tough veneer finally fading away. He looked away, too embarrassed to finish his sentence.
Oop, that kinda tickles. Looks like Wave was finally waking up. Did robots actually yawn? There was something he’d probably have to look into in the future because that is one hell of a performance that snugglebunny was putting on, otherwise. “Good morning to you too, ha. Yeah, I think you forgot to let go when you finally went powered down. ‘Sokay though, I got stuff done meanwhile.”
At Wave’s blatant butt-covering Concrete couldn’t help but laugh. He and Wave were both probably well-enough acquainted with alcohol to know the only thing it did was show off what was already there. “Whatever man, if that’s what you want me to believe.” He reached over, palmed the back of that ginger-hair covered skull and pulled him over face first into the sheets of the bed, giving Wave a good hair rustle before standing up.
"If you’re worried I’m gonna tell someone about Killer or something, relax. It’s all good." Concrete readjusted his hat and sweatshirt, to make himself a bit more presentable upon his departure. "And uhhh, if you could keep this li’l sleep over hush-hush that’d be pretty great too. I don’t need my sibs getting the wrong idea and freaking out any more than they already are."
Combing back his messy hair, Wave got up to lead Concrete to the door. “Yeah don’t worry. I don’t want the guys at the fortress to know about this either. I’ve got a reputation to protect.” After stepping over his bottles gingerly in the dark, Wave stopped at the door, turning around to face Concrete. There was a kind of sadness weighing him down at the thought of his friend leaving. Normally he’d be happy to take a break from his friends for some time to himself, but for some reason he actually felt a little anxious, as if this was going to be the last time he’d see Concrete again. Trying to brush off the emotions that were churning in his core, Wave gave Concrete a pat on the back. “It was good having you here,” he said in his usual gruff voice. But the next sentence was spoken a little more gently, the look in Wave’s eyes betraying a hint of hope. “Maybe we can do this again sometime?”
At the hand on his back, Wave stirred in his sleep, letting out a sigh as he snuggled his face closer to Concrete’s leg. His dreams were endless darkness, stretching endlessly as far as the eye could see. It was pierced by shimmers of light, like the sun’s reflection on the ocean. And in this dream, Wave was floating in the darkness, drifting aimlessly among the invisible current. He felt a sense of comfort in this place, so much like the ocean he had grown to love. Here he was the sole master of his domain, the navigator between the tendrils of light and blotches of void. But as he drifted, Wave noticed a light that glinted from above the surface. Curious, the sailor drifted up and up, meeting his reflection as he reached up to break the surface….
Suddenly Wave was aware of the soft covers underneath stomach, at the tug his boots that were still weighted on to his feet. His mind was being pulled away from his dream and into wakefulness as he tried to figure out why his head was sleeping on the opposite side of the bed and what his arms were doing, holding…something. Blindly, his fingers groped Concrete’s waist as Wave quickly realized that the something was actually a person and that person, as he ran his memory to what happened last night, was Concrete. He could feel his cheeks grow hot as he recalled his emotional outburst and singing from the night before. Now he was sure that Concrete was going to forever brand him as a pushover and pussy, for crying over a goddamn fish. However, Wave did everything in his power to calm down, telling himself not to make a big deal out of it so they could all forget about it later. Hopefully.
Slowly, Wave opened his eyes, his arms letting go of Concrete as if he had just woken up. Letting out a feigned yawn, Wave sat himself up, stretching as casually as possible, as he tried his best to keep the sheepishness from his face . “Oh hey. Concrete. You’re still here buddy?” He gave his friend a pat on the shoulder. “Sorry about the whole fish thing last night. You know,” he tipped his head back, miming drinking a bottle. “It tends to make me a little….upset over things. I really don’t care about that fish too much. Just was too lazy to clean up the bowl.”