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[sharpes]

[Brandon looks, for all intents and purposes, bored as hell.]

You know what this place really needs?

[Bit of a pause. Purely for dramatic effect, you understand. He is an actor.]

Twitter.

And if you have to ask me what that is, you're seriously dead to me. Like. Don't even try.

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voice;

[crotcharrow]

Twitter is only good for trolling idiots on.

voice;

[sharpes]

So you've been there, then.

[as the idiot.]

voice;

[crotcharrow]

[Hardly.]

Only to troll people who think Wiccan and Patriot are actually badasses.

voice;

[sharpes]

Hey, I'd take them over you any day of the week.

voice;

[crotcharrow]

I'm your biggest fan too, dude.

voice;

[sharpes]

[... and remembering the last time Steph hacked his conversation...]

Listen. We should meet. I've got some things to say.

voice;

[crotcharrow]

Yeah right. Because getting electrocuted is high on my list of shit I should do today.

voice;

[sharpes]

Shut up, speed-for-brains. I'm not going to electrocute you.

voice;

[crotcharrow]

Speed-for-brains? Really?

[he huffs] And yeah, not buying it. What the hell d'you wanna talk about anyway?

voice;

[sharpes]

[... tommy you are dense as a post.]

Guy stuff.

[OBVIOUSLY IT IS ABOUT STEPH YOU IDIOT GET YOUR HEAD OUT OF YOUR ASS LONG ENOUGH TO REALIZE IT.]

voice;

[crotcharrow]

Guy stuff.

[he says that as blandly as he can muster and then laughs through his nose. He's got some idea of what this is about--probably about Steph--but he's not really in the mood.]

And you need to talk to me in person about 'guy stuff'?

voice;

[sharpes]

[ROLLING. HIS. EYES.]

Listen, I'm trying to do you a favour. You can either be a jackass about it, or you can screw off. Pick one.

voice;

[crotcharrow]

Since when do I need any favors from you?

[aughhhh.]

--But ugh. Fine. Name a time and place.

Dick.

[I'M GOING TO BE REALLY ORNERY ABOUT THIS]

voice;

[sharpes]

Jackass.

[Just. The location ping for his apartment in Fire. Because fuck you that's why.]

voice;

[crotcharrow]

[Received.]

Y'didn't say a time.

voice;

[sharpes]

How about right now?

[his tone is so 'duh' right now. obviously the time was implied.]

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[crotcharrow]

[what the hell does steph see in you JESUS.

He's there in a few minutes, almost not even knocking on Brandon's door. Ugh, what was he even doing here.

But he knocks anyway.]

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[sharpes]

[Brandon yanks the door open grumpily and gestures Tommy inside.

Typical teenaged boy disaster zone, although it's not dirty per se, so much as things have been put away sort of carelessly.

He's seventeen and gives no fucks.]

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[crotcharrow]

[Tommy eyes him suspiciously, and then enteres, peering around a little. It looks pretty much the same as his place would, if Teddy didn't insist on cleaning up around him.

He sort of moves into the center and turns to look at Brandon, arms crossed over his chest.]

Let's get this over with, I have things to do.

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[sharpes]

Listen. You need to talk to Steph.

[TWO CAN PLAY THE ARMS FOLDED OVER THE CHEST GAME, TOMMY.]

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[crotcharrow]

What? Why?

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[sharpes]

Because she's pissed, and she's only going to get more pissed if you act like you don't give a shit.

[He shifts a little.]

I know you were just being a dick, but she thinks you were being a dick towards her.

[Playboys tend to know the difference, okay.]

But she likes you, for whatever reason.

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[crotcharrow]

Yeah, exactly. She's mad at me. So I'm giving her space. I'm not about to poke the fucking bear.

[he huffs. Because yes, he had been a dick toward Brandon not her, why is this so hard to figure out.]

I already apologised, what the hell else d'you want me to do?

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[sharpes]

I can pretty much guarantee she doesn't want space. Steph-- doesn't like it when people are angry at each other. Just go talk to her, okay? If you 'give her space' she's going to think she did something wrong.

[God, why is he even doing this he doesn't even like Tommy except for the part where he's hot.]

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[crotcharrow]

[He shifts uncomfortably, rubbing his hand on his elbow as he thinks for a moment. Okay, maybe Brandon had a point, but at this point Tommy's pride has been hurt more than he's willing to admit. Steph saw him when he was vulnerable, and he made her mad. He didn't want to make it worse.

But. The fact that Brandon knows so much about her sort of makes his expression soften. He looks at him for a moment and huffs.]

You really care about her, don't you?

[he sighs.] And I'm not mad at her. She's mad at me, remember? [He chews on the inside of his cheek.] But whatever. I'll talk to her. But it's your fault if she bites my head off.