Ruben
So many things! Like me. And you. And also me.
Sat Jul 15, 2017 00:46
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Ruben had gone through many a falling-out. Admittedly, these were usually based on something a little more abrupt than a simple argument… but then again, the last proper conversations he’d had with Holland didn’t really qualify as an argument in his mind, since he had never wanted to argue with hen and still wasn’t entirely sure what exactly they had been arguing over. Regardless, their relationship/whatever had fallen-out. And having experienced similar falling-outs on numerous occasions, there were two main ways that Ruben felt he could gauge whether things were back to normal.

The first way was by a sparring match. His Durmstrang buddies all fell under this category; give each other a solid enough whacking and that was the end of it. The second way was by a sudden, unanticipated increase in friendliness. Holland’s laughter was therefore pretty refreshing. He would have preferred some more direct lip action, obviously (it felt like there was something different going on in how he and Rose were interacting, but that didn’t change his interest in Holland), but just watching hen was good enough.

“Fantastic.” The tall teen crouched to snag an oversized pillow by the corner and drag it closer to Holland. A second, propped up, completed it, and Ruben was soon overflowing the space in his preferred seating position: back slouched, one leg curled, the other splayed, one hand behind his head. With his free hand, he idly wound his fingers through the strangely thick, semi-obnoxious tassels on the pillow. Oh, man, this was a comfortable nest of cushions. If he’d known there was going to be this kind of setup, he wouldn’t have bothered bringing blankets.

Or a shirt, if he’d known that Holland was going to be here and actually open to spending time together. He caught a glimpse of Marissa staring at him behind hen and, pleased at the attention, arched an eyebrow her way before focusing back on Holland.

“You have really thought this through. I did not question that, of course,” he added teasingly, “but still.” Planetary takeovers wasn’t a topic that Ruben had seriously thought about before. Aliens hadn’t even been on his radar prior to meeting Holland. He still wasn’t sure if he believed that aliens existed, though mostly because he didn’t think the possible existence of aliens mattered enough to actually care about and form an opinion. “But, would you not have to be abducting - to abduct,” he corrected himself, “some government figures too? Perhaps this is the story your shirt tells. A smart alien society, who seizes some world leader and then puts in one of their aliens instead.”

“Are you gonna paint your nails too?”

He shrugged, the motion causing his shirt to ride up, and glanced down at his free hand, long fingers still tangled in the pillow-tassels. Holland’s hands moved so quickly and neatly with the brush. Ruben had quick reflexes, but it wasn’t the same type of quick. “I have never painted my nails before,” he admitted before cracking a smirk. “Glow-in-the-dark is tempting.” Considering it a moment longer, he shrugged again and sat up straighter to grab the indicated bottle. “What the hell. Why not? But only if you help to fix it when I make a mess,” Ruben insisted, more cheerfully. Twisting off the cap (and making a face at the smell), he did a double-take. "Fan, this is a tiny brush."

  • And what do we have to chat about? - Holland, Fri Jul 14 16:16
    Holland wouldn’t have used the word “kidnapping” to describe their shirt, and the word caught them off-guard enough to make them laugh. “Of course,” Holland said, gesturing for Ruben to grab his own... more
    • So many things! Like me. And you. And also me. - Ruben, Sat Jul 15 00:46
      • But there is no we - Holland, Sat Jul 22 23:32
        “Smart aliens strategically abducting people. I like that.” There were certainly a few world leaders whose abductions Holland wouldn’t bat a mascara-ed eyelash at. Aliens with no knowledge of Earth... more
        • I don't want there to be a me, either - Russell Drew, Sun Jul 23 13:51
          Russell’s ability to avoid thinking about how much of a Bad Idea this was lasted for exactly two-and-a-half steps. His left foot actually froze in midair when the sudden wave of oh dear hit him -... more
          • That makes two of us - Ruben, Sun Jul 23 15:02
            He couldn’t hold back a snort at Holland’s explanation. “Yes, I know that nails are small, do not worry,” he said in a tone meant to be mock-reassuring, nudging hen playfully with his sock-padded... more
            • Or three - Holland, Sun Jul 23 22:45
              Ruben said he thought it would be easier to start on the left, like someone who had never tried to paint their nails of their dominant hand while the polish was still drying on the other one. Maybe... more
              • ...Motion carried - Russell, Mon Jul 24 20:17
                Russell didn’t think that he’d ever had such a sudden reversal from burning-face-of-awkward-shame to freezing-face-of-awkward-death as when Ruben flipped him the finger. Hot and cold were opposites.... more
                • This pleases me - Ruben, Mon Jul 24 21:38
                  Still smirking, Ruben made a whining noise in the back of his throat when Holland whapped him. “Really?” His hand dropped soon after this. He didn’t wait to push his luck; in some ways, he was... more
                  • Can’t say I disagree - Holland, Tue Jul 25 16:47
                    Russell had seemed terribly nervous before Ruben told him to get lost, so maybe Holland should have been a little nicer when they talked to the boy. Or maybe not; after all, he’d decided to come... more
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