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Realistic or Modern Potato

Sub Genres
  1. LGBTQ
  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.
 

jinxxes

[disgust in gucci]
Percy
Ebeling
insert mood
  • outfit
https:///www.percy-ebeling.com/passion-for-fashion
Coffee, the hero of this story. Who knew it would be this useful to drag the hermit out of his cave? Though Percy would have to watch out, use it wisely. If it was abused too much, Matt might lose interest. Then the fact that coffee would probably be purchased tomorrow for their humble home might make it null if he didn’t care too much about quality. (Jusding from how he downed the sweet tooth nightmare that seemed probable.)

Well, time would tell. This was just the first night living together, tomorrow the first shopping experience. As the two got to know each other so would those situations figure themselves out.

"Wonderful. We can stop somewhere nice then." Make it real worth it, no fast shop cooperation coffee from a drive-thru window.

Though he’d have to get some research on a good little place before then. Finishing up his sad, dry bowl quick, he was hopping off the couch to take care of his bowl. Considering it was just some cereal and not anything messy, Percy gave it a quick clean and returned it instead of letting it sit out.

"I’ll let you get back to brooding." Writing too of course, but the angry burrito was just too great not to comment on. "I’ll see you tomorrow."



Because of the latenight room setup, Percy gave himself a little extra time to rest in the morning too. If he planned to go alone to the store, he probably would have been out first thing after waking up. But there was no rush right now. It was nice to give himself some leg room with getting settled, plus dragging around a dead Matt wouldn’t make a good trip. Best to let sleeping dogs lie.

For a little, Percy figured that he’d let Matt get up naturally and head off after that but… By three in the afternoon that wasn’t seeming like a feasible plan. The nocturnal nature of Matt seemed to have been underestimated and measures had to be taken to ensure they went out today within reasonable hours.

Dressed to the nines, having gotten ready in the time waiting for Matt to rise, Percy moved to his roommate's door. It was cracked just a bit, though Percy had enough sense to knock first. "I prefer shopping while there’s still daylight. You up?" Silence as Percy tried to listen for signs of life. There was perhaps a little noise but it didn’t really sound human. Perhaps just something outside.

"I’m opening the door." Giving heads up before revealing the state of affairs.

Well.

That sure explained the unidentifiable noise.

Brown eyes blinking, Percy took in the attempted murder being committed. "Morning, Sleeping Beauty." He had to muse, "Need help there?" Poor, poor Matt was being slowly suffocated into a pillow by Plato. The red-head assumed Matt knew how to get out of that situation, having lived with the demon cat for a while now so up and 'attem!

Leaning against the door frame, Percy was well entertained enough to let this go down.
coded by reveriee.
 

qunqun

There will be light
MOOD: ...

OUTFIT: Tired

LOCATION: Apartment
basics
MENTIONS:


INT:

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

The inky darkness of night’s cold comforts stayed with the writer as he typed away on his computer for the rest of the night, only to eventually make his way from his self-imposed isolation into a nest of his own making, not unlike the cat which watched with gleaming amber eyes as he went.

Oh, the god’s reckoning had arrived.

And when dawn’s rosy fingers graced drab gray curtains all but a couple of minutes later, it was all Matt could do to not utter a very loud groan of hatred to the warm embrace of the sun’s arrival.

So, instead, he rolled over and buried his face into the soft faux-down of a pillow, chasing the night’s comfort as he tried once more to return to a peaceful oblivion of sleep.

And this is when the miniature god jumped onto his bed, the lefthand side dipping with the newfound weight of the cat’s mass as the center of gravity shifted. The cat was purring, indeed a rare sound like the rumbles of thunder as lightning struck down.

It kneaded his back, between his shoulder blades and then laid down in the nest that he’d created.

And then rested his front half directly onto the back of Matt’s head.

Misery laced the couple as the wrathful god kneaded the tangled waves, still purring at the thought of his capturer slowly suffocating beneath his soft fur. Feel the pain of being trapped and confined within a mortal’s body.

The owner, however, felt none of this. And instead bemoaned the inability to fall back into slumber as tiny needle pricks of claws every now and then prickled at his scalp, too uneven of a rhythm to actually become used to it and simply ignore it for the sweet embrace of sleep.

This went on for some time, this mortal struggle for survival, though neither party knew exactly for how long until there was the rapp of knuckles upon the door.

Knock, knock, knock.

The chitter chatter not unlike a Sunday morning cartoon’s chipmunks wafted its way through the door to Matt’s ears, though it was also given the grace of a filter of the adults from Charlie Brown with all their incomprehensible droning.

A grumble of discontent. From either the god, or the author that housed him it was uncertain. But it seemed to not impede the continual attempt for the outer daylight to barge into this ritualistic escape of the horrid outer world.

A second of silence. Perhaps the annoying chipper roommate had left and it’d become the cold comfort of dark once more.

No, wait, Matt could hear the quick intake of breath that constituted someone about to speak. Whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy-

”Morning sleepy beauty…”

Another grumble of hatred. The cat looked up from where it was trying to suffocate his owner, and gave the redhead a look of seething disgust at his attempt being foiled once more.

Ughhhhhhh whyyyyyyyyyyyyy. Why are you in herreeeeee-

The hazy memory of last night filtered in. A promise made out of greed - a Faustian bargain if you would. The deal delivered - coffee in exchange for actually getting up and doing things.

Fuck his life, this was going to be terrible.

A deal, though, was a deal. Even if Percy was in the habit of getting shit sugary nonsense, at least it’d be loads more entertaining than bitching and moaning that the Earth was in orbit around a sun and had a rotational speed that involved at one point having to face that star.

All Percy managed to get as a warning was the soft quiet countdown, like a bomb going off with the calm surety of death.

The iron clad grasp clasped upon the scruff of the fallen god’s neck. A screech. A hiss. The empty swipes into the air as he was held in a raging ball of fur as he was then unceremoniously chucked across the room.

As a cat would, Plato landed on his feet, screeching and hissing, fur puffed as large as he could go as he snarled and spat and did a mad scrambling out into the living room.

“... Drama queen.” Tired eyes, and the usually messed up hair. He slid out of bed, kicking up some clothes from where they’d been discarded on the floor, catching them with his hand as he did a sniff test. He then shrugged and started putting clothes on

“... Are you driving or me.” Simple. Straight-forward. A pause. A tilt of the head. “... y’know what. You should drive. I’d need to drink coffee to be in driving condition.”

And then, like he hadn’t been just laying in bed defragmenting for the past ten hours, Matt walked out of the room ready to face the day.
code by valen t.
 

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