teenaged dirt bags [open]

[sharpes]

Characters: Brandon Sharpe and open
Date: Forward dated to Feb 23rd.
Location: Several stores and locations in Keeliai.
Situation: After a rather harrowing conversation, Brandon's basically been avoiding everyone and everything imaginable. But unfortunately for him, no one in Keeliai does grocery delivery services. Teenaged boys go through their food stash pretty handily.
Warnings/Rating: Ridiculously histrionic teenaged boy angst? Couple of thread-headers in the post itself for anyone who might want to run into him.





[He can admit that starving himself into a slow and wasting death is probably too dramatic. Even so, it takes him until the last box of weird Keeliai crackers to even think about going outside.

Showering is a process. He doesn't think about the last time this happened, when Steph had to come over and find him after the executions at the so-called 'Sacrificial Altar' just to help him shave. Now he doesn't even look in the mirror when he gets out of the shower, he just towel-dries his hair and leaves to get dressed, peach-fuzz be damned.

'Getting dressed' is also a process, albeit less of one than showering. He digs something out of his closet that has a hood that'll obscure his features enough, and then a pair of sunglasses. When he's finished he looks half like something that walked off the set of Hobo with a Shotgun and The Breakfast Club but all pretentions of vanity aside he really just doesn't care.

His hands are almost shaking when he opens the door. It's probably a combination of hunger or fatigue or something. He hasn't slept well since--

Yeah. He's just. Not going to think about that.]

Comments

[sharpes]

Thank you, Captain Obvious.

[He's just not going to answer that question right now okay.]

[crotcharrow]

You been hitting the kedan stuff or what?

[He pauses half way through collecting the groceries, realising he doesn't have a bag to put them back into. There's enough her for Brandon to help out, so he holds up a few items.]

Hold this.

[sharpes]

[And he just does, more out of a lack of desire to argue than anything.]

It'd explain a few things, that's for sure.

[That is not a yes.

But it's also not a no.]

[crotcharrow]

[He keeps handing him things, and looks up at him from where he's squatting on the ground.]

So, you drunk, or did you want to come outside looking like a drunk hobo? Because, gotta say, you're not working that look.

[sharpes]

Because you're a goddamned rockstar, Shepherd.

[HIS TONE IS JUST SO SOUR and he shoves a loaf of bread against Tommy's chest helpfully in a sort of 'get lost' gesture.]

[crotcharrow]

I look awesome all the time.

[THANK YOU VERY MUCH.

He stands and juggles a little as the bread is shoved at him, and gives Brandon a raised eyebrow.]

Okay, so what happened to turn you to drink and become allergic to showering?

[sharpes]

Dude, I haven't been drinking.

[HE IS ALL THE DEFENSIVE RIGHT NOW god.]

[crotcharrow]

Not showering either.

[:|]

Seriously, what happened?

[sharpes]

I think I missed the memo where that was any of your damn business, Tommy.

[Count the ways in which he doesn't want to be here for this conversation.]

Are you gonna take your stupid groceries or not?

[crotcharrow]

Now I gotta know.

[He raises an eyebrow, a vague hint of concern appearing on his face briefly. But only briefly. Because then Brandon is trying to make Tommy leave. He takes some of the groceries back, but not all of them, since he's running out of space to carry them as his bag broke.]

You kinda made that difficult. [He eyes the bag.]

[sharpes]

[And Brandon seriously considers just dropping the damn things and leaving them there. It's not like Tommy can't take his current armload home and be back for these before they even hit the ground anyway.

But they're

friends

of a sort, and he's not sure he wants to be that much of a dick. Selfishly, he wonders who gets Tommy in the break-up.]

Fine. We'll drop this shit off at your place and then I'm out.

[crotcharrow]

[He eyes him, and then passes some of the groceries back over and starts heading in a direction that Brandon will know to not be Tommy's house.]

You gonna tell me what happened or are we just gonna walk in awkward silence?

[sharpes]

I broke up with Steph.

[Welp, that's like ripping off a bandaid.]

[crotcharrow]

[He almost drops what he's carrying. Okay, he hadn't expected that. Maybe a fight? But not.

He stares at him.]

Uh. Why?

[sharpes]

[He makes a frustrated noise and drags his free hand through his hair. Wow, Tommy was right about that shower part, his hair is greasy as hell. Gross.]

Because it's never going to work. People leave all the time, right? What's the point?

[crotcharrow]

[He pauses for a moment, and then frowns in confusion, looking at Brandon as if he just said the sky was green.]

...That doesn't. [FROWN.] That's a stupid reason.

[sharpes]

Yeah, well, stupid or not it's still done.

[Not. Even. Arguing.]

[crotcharrow]

[He just continues to stare at him.]

Did she throw anything at you?

[sharpes]

Nothing I didn't deserve.

[He knows he Dun Fucked Up, okay.]

[crotcharrow]

[He shifts awkwardly.]

Man, it's not another chick is it? I just don't know why you'd let Steph go while you still have a chance to be with her.

[sharpes]

Wha--? No, it's not another 'chick'. I just told you why.

[QUIT BEING AN IDIOT, TOMMY.

Except actually no continue it at your leisure because you're less likely to figure things out that way.]

[crotcharrow]

God, you're a idiot.

[He rubs the back of his head.] And obviously cut up about it, since you look like crap.

[sharpes]

Speak for yourself, asshole.

[Not answering the second part of that question? Not answering the second part of that question.]