keep looking through the window pane; closed

[cabbagepatching]

CHARACTERS: Wes Mitchell and Travis Marks
LOCATION: Wes' room
WARNINGS: None so far, will update as needed
SUMMARY: Wes is moping. Travis visits to fix this.


[Travis had been pestering Wes lately. It wasn't unusual for Travis, but it was getting worse the more bored Travis got. But that wasn't the problem. The problem was that Travis never saw Wes. Well, yes, he did see him every time they exchanged Hudson, and those few times he begged Wes to make him food, and a few other times, but they hang and drink and talk and bicker. At least they used to.

But he thought they were doing better before and this... spaceship thing has shaken both of them. Travis, of course, is coping in a socially acceptable way, though. Wes, on the other hand, has been holing himself up in his room. And that just wouldn't do.

Travis whistles as he walks down the hall. Wes has Hudson, so Travis comes alone. He arrives with zero warning, knocking on Wes' door to 'shave and a haircut'. Wes hates zero warning, but ain't nobody got time for that. He switches the bottle of alcohol in his right hand to his left, knocking a little louder after a second. He waits impatiently for approximately .2 seconds before-] Yo, Wes. Open up, baby.

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i just want to use this icon all the time don't judge me

[just_be_liz]

[wes contemplates not opening the door, just to help travis understand that being as annoying as you possibly can was not the proper way to get what you wanted out of life, except of course, it was travis, so obviously that was exactly how the world worked for him.

hudson is even already waiting by the door for wes to open it, tail wagging. the traitor. he looks back at wes and whines a little, because he's a smart dog and he can tell that wes has been feeling awful about this whole space thing, which was probably the only reason he hadn't been more sulky about spending more time with him than "the fun dad" lately anyway.]

Alright, alright. [wes rolls his eyes, shoos hudson away from the entrance and opens it, making sure to give travis a deeply unamused look as he does so.] I heard you the first time just fine, you know.

JUDGES no it's such a great bitchface

[cabbagepatching]

[He grins when Wes opens the door.] Then you should have answered more quickly. Gosh, partner.

[He holds up the bottle of alcohol and squeezes past Wes, inviting himself in. He howls at Hudson, which gets a howl in response.] You got a couple glasses?

it's my favorite bitchface

[just_be_liz]

Hello Travis, would you like to come in. [wes says flatly but with no real heat to it because, well. he's used to it. on the other hand he can't stop reminding travis of social niceties because there's still a small chance that someday maybe travis will actually remember them all on his own.

he closes the door behind travis and lets him stay anyway though, so he's honestly not doing a very good job with this whole discipline thing. not that he ever was.]

Why would I keep glasses in my room, Travis. That's not even a little bit hygienic. [especially not with hudson spending so much time in his room lately. just no.]

[cabbagepatching]

Which is exactly what I thought you'd say, so I brought my own.

[And voila! He pulls two small glasses out of his jacket pockets, plopping them down on Wes' table and filling them up. Because glasses in a jacket pocket is way more hygienic. He sits down in one of the chairs.]

Come on, man. You know I hate talking about as much as you do, but we have some talking to do.

[just_be_liz]

[just. staring at the glasses. wtf are you doing with glasses in your jacket travis. what else do you have in there. do you seriously think wes is going to drink from those.

he does sit down though. making absolutely no move for the glass poured out for him because honesty travis do you even know wes. what made you think this was actually going to be okay.] Okay, I'll bite. What is it exactly that you think we need to talk about.