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maskormenacelogs2015-10-27 01:04 am
worstever) wrote in maskormenacelogs2015-10-27 01:04 am
they know my name 'cause i told it to them
WHO: Epsilon-Church (bestever) and Wash (worstever).
WHERE: Churchhaus.
WHEN: Nebulous time this week.
WHAT: Unresolved tension.
WARNINGS: Language as per usual with Church.
It's an average day, and on an average day, Wash never really feels up to dealing with Church's shit. He doubts Church wants to deal with his own shit. Both of them -- Alpha and Epsilon -- are too volatile for their own good. They're overdramatic, and selfish, and jealous.
Still. He's not to the point he's kicking anyone out (even if they leave their shit everywhere, and eat his food, and argue with each other and anyone vaguely within earshot at all hours of the goddamn day). But Epsilon hasn't said much to him since we're not friends. Wash is starting to regret his callousness. He and Epsilon have never been and are never going to be close. That's not a lie. But they're never going to be able to get away from each other, either.
These are the kinds of things he always has on the running ticker-tape in his head. Like now, for instance. Wash is occupying himself with the household chores. This hour's is feeding his little freeloaders, Wash twisting off the lid of a can of wet food.
Turns out he's one short. Halls, bathroom, attic, nothing when he calls. Which is abnormal -- they're cats, can opener sound summons them. Micah is twisting around his legs, staring piteously up at him.
"Kylie?" Wash tries again. He's knocking on doors now, hoping for a peeved meow.
bestever) and Wash (worstever).WHERE: Churchhaus.
WHEN: Nebulous time this week.
WHAT: Unresolved tension.
WARNINGS: Language as per usual with Church.
It's an average day, and on an average day, Wash never really feels up to dealing with Church's shit. He doubts Church wants to deal with his own shit. Both of them -- Alpha and Epsilon -- are too volatile for their own good. They're overdramatic, and selfish, and jealous.
Still. He's not to the point he's kicking anyone out (even if they leave their shit everywhere, and eat his food, and argue with each other and anyone vaguely within earshot at all hours of the goddamn day). But Epsilon hasn't said much to him since we're not friends. Wash is starting to regret his callousness. He and Epsilon have never been and are never going to be close. That's not a lie. But they're never going to be able to get away from each other, either.
These are the kinds of things he always has on the running ticker-tape in his head. Like now, for instance. Wash is occupying himself with the household chores. This hour's is feeding his little freeloaders, Wash twisting off the lid of a can of wet food.
Turns out he's one short. Halls, bathroom, attic, nothing when he calls. Which is abnormal -- they're cats, can opener sound summons them. Micah is twisting around his legs, staring piteously up at him.
"Kylie?" Wash tries again. He's knocking on doors now, hoping for a peeved meow.