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Tristan sighs.
"Look, I'll be perfectly honest with you, I may be blind but all my other senses work just fine. Better, actually, that yours." he replies, walking over to one side of the room that already had cases and baggage. He literally avoided everything perfectly fine, like he did have sight.
Lucas rolls his eyes, “Never said that. I know most blind people keep things in specific spots and/or memorize where they put stuff. I’m not an idiot. I was literally just asking or telling you to be careful.”
He sits down on the bed he had claimed, fingering the stings on his guitar quietly.
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"I don't have the greatest memory. I literally rely on instinct and my sense of touch and hearing." Tristan snorts. "As for telling me to be careful there's no need."
He grabs a new shirt and some basketball shorts from one of his cases and maneuvers his way to the bathroom, kicking the door shut. Shortly after, the sound of the shower could be heard.
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Gtg, be back in an hour and a half
Alrighty see ya!
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After about 20 minutes, Tristan comes out of the bathroom, bare-chested, towelling off his hair. He was in the basketball short's he'd just chosen; they were very short on him.
"Sorry for being rude earlier - just not a big fan of people who make comments like that without thinking." he says.
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Tristan raises an eyebrow.
"Wow. You really do, don't you?" he snorts. He was a bit annoyed now.
Lucas sigh looking up, “Look, I won’t be sorry for my personality, but please, just try to get used to it. I don’t want us to hate each other and be miserable, because whether we like it or not, we’re stuck together.”
He grabs his guitar, leaning back, and playing a cord, wincing when it sounded completly wrong. The springs were out of tune due to the long flight.
(Ok, where are they, cause Luc’s from London-)
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"Look, all I'm saying is, be careful with what you say. I may be nice and forgiving, but you make too many careless comments and I'll pop you in the mouth. Sorry. Not sorry. I can't stand thoughtless people. They irritate me greatly." Tristan sighs.
(I was thinking they might be going to college somewhere in Europe; maybe Germany or Portugal? Or they could be in the U.K.-)
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(That works!)
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"'It's just my personality.'" Tristan says back. "As for being thoughtless, saying the first thing that comes to mind definitely qualifies as 'thoughtless.' After all, if you put in no thought beyond your first reaction, how can you say that you think?"
Lucas huffs, “Well, I wouldn’t necessarily say its the first thing on my mind, but close enough to it. And I do think. I just say what I think. And I think threatening someone is worse than asking if you were blind.” Lucas smirk, looking back to his instrument, “Anyways, I honestly don’t care if you pop me in the mouth, as long as you don’t touch my stuff, we’re fine.”
He finishes tuning the guitar and strummed the cord, grinning when it was perfectly tuned. He looks to the song on his paper, thinking for a moment before making a few notations and absently plucking at the strings.
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Tristan sighs. "Then think more carefully. And as for threats, a poorly stated sentence can be just as bad as a threat. Besides, you didn't ask. You simply made an offhand statement and expected me to say 'no.' On top of all that, I have nothing against your 'stuff,' as you put it. I have something against you right now because you keep saying things that make very little sense to me."
He simply stops talking after his little rant, pulling on his shirt, sliding on some sandals and grabbing his keys before stepping out.
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(What time do we think it is?)
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(Alrighty!)
(I promise I'm not crazy btw the energy drink is made by a company called Gamer Supps and it is actually amazing)
A couple hours later, at around 4:00, sweaty and slightly bruised, but grinning.
He walks over to his cases, basically not even paying attention to Lucas, grabbing an energy drink mix - something with a label that said its flavor was "Gaucamole Gamer Fart 9000" and with a weird "GS" logo - and a bottle of water, mixing in two scoops of the green powder and then downing the entire bottle.
He puts away the energy drink mix and goes into the bathroom to ash off again, only taking 5 minutes this time.
Lucas was just in his own world, smiling brightly as he watched something on his laptop with his headphones on. The smile completely changed his face from the previous glower that had seemed almost permeant on his face.
He twirls a pen in his hand, writing something don on his music and by now, he was surrounded by other instruments, a violin, a flute and a small drum among the assortment.
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Tristan - being blind - does not notice the smile, the instruments, or the laptop. He flops onto his bed, pulls out some bluetooth headphones, connects them to his phone and tells it to start playing his Likes Songs on Spotify.
He starts singing along to a song by Eminem - Monster, featuring Rihanna - and simply loses himself in his own music.
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Tristan pauses his music and takes out his earbuds.
"Yeah?" he asks, his head facing Lucas' general direction.
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Tristan was slightly surprised, but smiles.
"Sure." he says, taking the headphones and slipping them on.
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(Any particular song?)
