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Realistic or Modern Potato

Sub Genres
  1. LGTBQ
  2. Slice of Life

qunqun

There will be light
MOOD: ...

OUTFIT: Go white boy go

LOCATION: Apartment
basics
MENTIONS:


INT:

Percy jinxxes jinxxes
tags
TL;DR Bastard.
tl;dr
Matt

It was 1 AM. The time where all the good boys and girls went to sleep, and the real fun began as the downtrodden and the partiers came out to celebrate in hedonistic revelry.

Or, if you were Matt, you were stuck in your apartment tapping away at a keyboard in the living room, struck with a burning sense of creation where you can’t rest till you’ve made something for that night to the dreary tune of the dishwasher as you finally got the energy to clean the mountain of plates that had been staring at you for the past week and a half.

Matt continued typing away at his computer, at this late hour, trying to for once in his life be “courteous” or whatever to his new roommate who’d moved in earlier… Who was probably trying to sleep. Seemed like the goody goody type to try to get 8-10 hours of sleep a night, something “healthy” or whatever.

He looked up once, at a small nest in the corner of the room where his cat had made a mess of his latest manuscript. The Egyptians believed that cats were gods themselves. They were worshiped. And maybe that was a good explanation for the centuries old hatred that the stupid cat named Plato seemed to carry in his eyes as he licked his chops at the struggling author.

“Quoi? What do you want, tonto del culo.” The future professor asked the feline.

A disgruntled grumble from the equally hateful miniature god - very annoyed that its godly godhood had found itself trapped in a vessel at the mercy of a six foot insomniac.

“Very homophobic of you, Plato. You should know better.” A soft offhanded tone to the fallen god. Said insomniac looked up from his laptop to peer behind glasses at the cat who seemed very annoyed at being called homophobic. Another sin to strike against the heretical Matteo as it kneaded the precious manuscript and settled back into its nest of spite and hate.

So went nights for Matt, catching up on assignments, writing his heart out, and shittalking a creature that couldn’t respond in turn.

Another little glance up from where he’d wrapped himself in a pleasant cocoon of blankets and pajamas to write in a frenzy of mad creative genius and a flash of red hair.

A blink - the two milliseconds for Matt’s brain to catch up with the idea of a person intruding on his late night ritual of frenzied creation and talking to a cat who probably despised his very being.

A little “hmn” noise, perhaps of surprise, perhaps of disgust. It was always difficult to tell.

“You’re awake.” Simple, with perhaps as much disdain as his cat in the corner could muster.

“Hope I didn’t wake you.” Said in that same offhand manner that made it difficult to discern whether or not that was something passive aggressive and angry. “What are you doing up so late.”
code by valen t.
 

jinxxes

[disgust in gucci]
Percy
Ebeling
Vibing
  • outfit
https:///www.percy-ebeling.com/passion-for-fashion
The silence of the night. While Percy was no doubt a bright person, flourishing plenty in the day with activities, plans, excitement, anything he could get his hands on: There was an intimacy to his relationship with the night. Whatever he so chose to do, he could work with a quiet efficiency for however long he pleased.

That wasn’t to say Percy couldn’t sleep. In fact, if he so chose to lay down and close his eyes Percy would doze off in no time. No, it was about the waste of such productive hours. It became an odd system for him a while ago: Personal projects under the supervision of night, going until his mind screamed at him to get some rest. Then, a couple of hours resting till day and he could shut down in small bursts of naps as needed. This could range from getting near eight hours cumulative in a twenty-four-hour span, or just a measly three out of caffeine and spite.

Moving into a new place gave way to the latter. Project being: Setting up his new room. Of course, because he wasn’t a piece of shit and had some basic human decency, that activity was limited. Nothing that would clamor and cause a ruckus to keep up his roommate (Who was probably asleep as most people were at- checking the time- 1 A.M.)

Rubbing his eyes, Percy’s brain took a moment to recalibrate what it was doing. It was a bit early to start getting tired…. Ah. Food and water would do it. Busy day and all, his body needed a little bit of a pick-me-up to keep going. Spending a second to think it over, the time before his last meal would certainly explain the slowness that unexpectedly crept over him for sure so that meant…

A quick glance towards his door, Matt was someone pretty laid back. He doubted there would be an issue if he picked a pretty obvious ‘communal’ type of food before he contributed to the groceries. Time for a little sneaky late-night kitchen expedition.

Stretching out of his crouched position, Percy made his way out of the room. His eyes were already well adjusted to the dark from working in it, keeping an eye out as he crept and-

Holy fucking-

Percy jumped as a figure sat on the couch, illuminated. Even though his roommate was the most likely candidate, it still had sent a jolt of surprise through his body and a momentary reset. "I didn’t hear you up." Percy’s hand clutched over his heart, slowly steeling away the surprise. It was just Matt and he…. Was a blanket cocoon. No judging, of course, it looked comfy. But for this to have been what scared him, a ball of spite and covers. Percy couldn't help the grin that spread on his face at the image.

Well, it seemed he didn’t have to tip-toe around.

Unconcerned with Matt’s tone, Percy continued to the kitchen on his mission. "I was fixing up my room a bit." Further assuring there was no correlation in their joint insomnia and answering the question proposed.

"And now I need to recharge.” The fridge was first to be checked, opening up the door and- Seeing this sad ensemble. Percy’s face dropped to a frown at this mess of beer and cheese.

"...…."

Picking up a slice and a bottle, Percy peeked back out at Matt with disdain. "This just sad…" He sighed, shaking his head and returning the ‘food’ as that was definitely not going to be his savior tonight. A bit more snooping led him to some rice krispies, a little bowl of them would do, though, a very sad sight with no milk to add.

With the midnight snack required, the red-head appeared back in the living room. However, instead of continuing on back to the solace of his room, a weight settled on the couch to join Matt

"Yeah, I’m going to shop tomorrow." No way he was going to go through any more meals like this, Matt shouldn’t either. Taking a few bites to curb his hunger, Percy continued after swallowing. "Wanna join?"

It wasn’t a necessity, Percy wouldn’t ban him from anything he got if the offer was declined and would probably bully him into writing a list of what he might actually want in that case. But things could go a bit more smoothly doing the shopping together. If the fridge was any indication, surely there were other things that needed to be picked up by now as well. "I can bribe you with more coffee if that'll help." Since he was oh so gracious about that gift before.

Come on you grouch!
coded by reveriee.
 

qunqun

There will be light
MOOD: ...

OUTFIT: Go white boy go

LOCATION: Apartment
basics
MENTIONS:


INT:

Percy jinxxes jinxxes
tags
TL;DR Bastard.
tl;dr
Matt

Matt looked down his nose at Percy with the stare of… well, a writer at 1AM who seemed very displeased with being interrupted in his state of burrito blanketing and exhaustively working on a manuscript that was sure to make him tens of dollars in the real world.

He watched as the little intruder skittered his way over to the fridge to ‘recharge’ - for what exactly was completely unknown to the disgruntled student but.. Well, he couldn’t tell Percy to NOT look in the fridge, now could he? It wasn’t like there was much in there to begin with.

Wait. Hold on a second.

“... By the way there isn’t-” Matt began to warn the redheaded student as he turned back around to stare into the tired eyes of the author

This is just sad.” And so came the very disappointed reaction. Perhaps this night was just going to be disappointing as a whole to everybody in the household.

“... Yeah.” A simple, straightforward response. Not even a hint of remorse in his dark eyes could be found. “You probably should’ve expected that.”

Absolutely 0 regret at causing his new roommate emotional distress over the lack of supplies that he kept in his room.

He nestled back into his massive pile of blankets like the very mature adult he was.

“You go do that.” Simple. Straightforward. Almost petulant. He continued back to typing on his laptop in his little burrito of spite. His cat let out a little “mrrrh” from the corner. Clearly both were a little bit peeved at the redhead going in and… fixing the place up to make it livable.

Could you imagine? How horrid.

Matt was offered to be taken along. Which sounded boring to him. And terrible. And just too much effort for him to actually care. Pass.

I could bribe you with more coffee.



Well now that wasn’t fair, now was it.

Matt visibly perked up at the promise of caffeine, looking over once more back to the fellow college student. “... You could’ve started with that, y’know.”

Take that as a yes, Percy.
code by valen t.
 

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