Post by Edward Van Allan on Nov 26, 2016 14:35:55 GMT
With his back leaned against the wall and his arms crossed over his chest, Edward watched dully as people passed up and down the hallway. He was standing outside quite the familiar dorm room, though, the exact occupant he was here to see had yet to actually show up. He could hear the fleeting thoughts of people passing by; most of which revolved around how shady he was looking, standing around, doing nothing.
He supposed he couldn't blame them, even though his reputation was well protected.
Lifting his head as he heard the familiar inner voice of the person he'd come here to see, a sloppy smile formed on his lips as he tilted his head. "Michael Miller ," he said, his voice loud. "I figured you'd show up eventually," he continued, spreading his arms.
Post by Michael Miller on Nov 26, 2016 17:18:15 GMT
Michael needed to have a conversation with Edward. More particularly, he needed something out of him. The guy was used to it, that must be why people talked to him ninety-nine percent of the time. Now, Michael could talk for him for other reasons, should the other guy get a sudden feel to be social, but Michael knew he needed to bring this up. After all, going to town without an ID allowing him to enter clubs at will was really bothersome. And boring.
He was surprised to see Edward near his dorm however. He was as shady as ever. And just as good looking. Michael saw no problem in thinking he could do things with the guy. It was not like he wanted to date him or anything. That would ruin their relationship. The rest however, once you set clear boundaries... But he shoved that idea out of his mind as he neared him. No need to give him the satisfaction of ‘hearing’ this.
“Funny, I thought that’s what others would say about you,” Michael retorted as he joined Edward. He looked at the guy. Yep, same as ever. “Did I call you? I remember I wanted to. Or did you just miss me?” There was something teasing in his voice at the last question. Michael would have loved to be missed, as it meant he had people’s attention, but he did wish for a second it was not his businessman side that missed him. That one didn’t need to, really, as that would imply Michael forgot to pay for something.
He opened the room of the room and gestured to let Edward in first.
Post by Edward Van Allan on Dec 2, 2016 12:04:15 GMT
Edward's head tilted to the side and a playful, almost goofy grin formed on his lips. "Why do I have the feeling you'd prefer me saying that I missed you?" he asked, just as teasingly. Of course, Michael was aware of Edward's power. People could try to shield their thoughts from him, but the less you wanted to think about something, the louder the thoughts usually were.
Edward walked through the opened door that was offered and looked about the common area of the dorm room. He pursed his lips then; this room smelled quite a lot of better than his own, then again, that was likely because of all the thrash strewn about, because apparently, Georgia and he didn't have the common sense to clean up after themselves.
"Let's just say I have a sixth sense," he said then, turning around to face Michael. "I could sense that you wanted to see me," he added with a smirk.
Post by Michael Miller on Dec 3, 2016 16:38:56 GMT
Michael had a grin to match Edward’s. “Not point denying that,” he retorted. Edward didn’t need to dig through his thoughts, Michael could easily say it to his face. He was pretty sure he suggested it in the past too, should the other guy be interested. He couldn’t stop himself from thinking and he heard no clear complaint from Edward, so he saw no point in even trying to.
Michael was not so keen on cleaning but he highly disliked filth. He tried to keep things clean around and he was not the only one in his dorm. Right now however, it was not the cleanliness of the place that occupied him but to make sure there wasn’t anyone within earshot. He wouldn’t trust his roommates into not giving him up for buying stuff from Edward, not even with them doing the same. He checked quickly while letting Edward make himself comfortable, only returning to him after he talked of a sixth sense. Something that made him laugh. “Is that sixth sense a dirty blonde?” He did tell Georgia about it.
He shook his head, their common friend far in his mind for now. “How much would it cost to get a piece of plastic that says someone is 21?” Hey, inflation can hit even... whatever Edward would call himself. Michael hoped not as he knew it would likely mean asking his parents for the funds, and that generally was paid with a visit to said parents. His only chance to avoid it for the holidays was the cost of plane tickets. Anyway, he preferred they sent him money instead of gifts, his father was still fixated on making a man out of him.
Michael sighed, knowing he used to have a fake ID before. “The other one had a little accident. At least that idiot only tossed the ID and not the whole wallet but the toilet wasn’t clean enough for me to get it back, if you know what I mean.” Thrown in the mud, he wouldn’t have minded, but someone else’s vomit? No way he’d touch that! Michael tried to get the man to fetch it but he flushed it instead. Stupid drunks. He sighed again. “I promise I’ll take better care of the next one. I love you and all, but it’s too expensive to get one every time I want to see you.”