Rowan whined loudly again. "I guess I'll just starve, then. I'm gonna lay here on the couch all by my lonesome and starve to death."
Boys will be boys (CLOSED MxM ROLEPLAY)(Stalkers welcomed and appreciated <3)
“You’re not gonna starve, Ro. I’d pre-make some food, but I don’t trust you to not eat it all at once.” He snorted. “Maybe I can drop something off when I leave campus for lunch, I dunno.”
"I'm gonna die here all alooooone!" Rowan wailed playfully. "And no one will give a single fucking rat shit!"
“Uhhh, wrong, dingus! I’m like- right here! Frankly, sorta offended that you forgot!” He teased, a stupid little smile on his face as he ruffled Rowan’s hair and pushed it into his eyes. “Me ‘n the homies! And also Milo. That’s very important.”
"Fuckin… Ethan prolly wants me dead anyways after that shit I pulled. Prolly doesn't give a fuck I fell off his roof."
“On his dare.” Damien added, running his fingers through his hair and leaning his head back. “So what if he does, though? He can be kinda a dick sometimes.”
"Nah, Jake dared me… Ethan was still outside when I fell." Rowan rubbed at his tired eyes. "But anyways, y'all would get over it…"
“Shit, right, sorry.” Damien nodded, stifling a yawn as well. He wasn’t even tired, just watching Ro yawn was enough to make him. “Yeah, true. But I’m just sayin’, you know the boys ‘n I care about you, right?”
Rowan looked up at Damien, seeming vaguely confused. Really…? "I mean… y-yeah… course I know that…" He mumbled.
“Just saying, ‘cause I know you were joking ‘n all that jazz, but you said that nobody would give a fuck if you died or whatever, and that’s not true, y’know?”
Rowan nodded and looked down at the floor. "Y-Yeah… I know at least you'd bat an eye if I suddenly dropped dead, Damien."
“Cool, cool. Just checkin’.” Damien nodded, suddenly feeling more than a little awkward for bringing it up at all.
Rowan blushed a bit and looked over at the clock. "Um… it's starting to get late. How long are you planning on staying?" He asked.
“I’ll be honest, I dunno. I can go, if that’s what you’re asking.” Damien looked at the clock as well. Fuck, time really slipped by.
"No, no!" Rowan flushed harder, embarrassed by himself. "I-I mean… you don't have to go. I don't want you to go. You can stay as long as you want."
“Ahah.. yeah, okay.” Damien definitely noticed Rowan’s extreme blushing, his own face tinging the slightest shade of pink. “Then I’ll stick around for a little longer.”
Rowan fidgeted nervously and looked away, unable to make eye contact with Damien. "S-So… what do you want to do?" He asked awkwardly.
“I dunno.. up to you, I guess. Preferably something chill, but I’m not picky.”Damien wasn’t quite able to look at Rowan either, instead focusing his gaze on Milo and petting hm.
Rowan hesitated before laying his head on Damien's shoulder, his face still very red. Why am I so nervous?! Damien's my best friend!
Damien shifted to make Rowan more comfortable, drawing one of his knees up to meet his chest. Oh dear god this is so awkward. We’re just friends. Right?
Rowan blushed harder and closed his eyes, feeling horribly confused and unsure what to do. Fuck… I think I like Damien.
Damien cooed softly as he pet Milo, running his fingers through the golden’s fur. “Hey, buddy..”
Milo whined happily, his tail thumping against the couch. Rowan tentatively opened his eyes to watch the interaction, which only made him more red.
“Who’s a good boy? Who’s a good boy?” Damien grinned, his face lighting up as he played gently with Milo, careful not to het him too riled up.
Milo pawed at Damien's hands gently, still whining. Rowan couldn't help but grin and bury his red face in Damien's shoulder.
“What is it, baby boy?” Damien cooed, still petting Milo as he whined. “Do you need something? Huh?”
Milo whined louder and licked Damien's hands while Rowan was quietly being a flustered mess. I wish he'd talk to me like that… what the hell am I thinking?! Damien would never like me that way! Why do I like him that way?!
“You hungry? You wanna go outside?” Damien patted the floor, trying to decipher what it was that Milo exactly wanted. “You just want some lovin’?”
Milo barked, growing more excited as Damien got more enthusiastic with his motions. He had no clue what was going on, but seeing Damien excited made him excited.
“C’mere, buddy.” Damien patted his chest, trying to coax Milo closer. “C’mere, Mi.” He smiled, leaning over to give Milo a kiss on the head.