forum Boys will be boys (CLOSED MxM ROLEPLAY)(Stalkers welcomed and appreciated <3)

Started March 16, 2020 by @Fraust

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It took a minute or two for Cliff to text back.
2:45-ish?? How does that sound

Fine with me
Thanks, by the way
Rowan sighed and kept eating his cold pizza.

Cool
No problem
Damien got up to set the bag on the counter, then to scoop Ginger up in his arms as he sat back down.

"He's heading over at about 2:45." Rowan told Damien, taking another bite of pizza. He reached out to pet Ginger.

"2:45.." Damien repeated as if trying to understand it. He took a beat to respond. "Alright, yeah. That works for sure."

Rowan nodded. "How long do you have to work?" He asked, finishing his slice of pizza.

"Until 7-ish." Damien sighed. "Sorry I have to leave, it's just.. y'know. I need to save."

"No problem… I don't blame you or anything, Damien." Rowan grabbed the counter and pulled himself up. "Would you mind handing me my crutches?" He asked.

"Yeah. Here." Damien handed Rowan's crutches over with one hand, still holding Ginger in the other. "I'm not saying you blame me, just.. I dunno. Feel kinda bad having to leave."

"Thanks… and don't feel bad." Rowan fitted his crutches under his arms. "You gotta work."

"Yeah, I guess." Damien stroked the cat's head. She looked like a ragdoll in his arms. "Ah, shit, we should probably go feed Milo."

"Yeah, probably should." Rowan yawned and headed towards the door. "Walking or driving?" He asked.

"Are you okay walking? I gotta save gas." Damien followed after, making sure Ginger wouldn't follow them out.

"I can try to, yeah. Might fall once or twice, though." Rowan headed outside and started going to his house.

"Do you need to to hold onto you? Jesus, man, you can't keep falling." Damien walked close next to him, nervously checking the sidewalk to look out for any uneven bits.

"Well, I can't exactly help it, Damien." Rowan sighed and kept going. "I'm not all that great with the crutches. I get tired lugging around my fat ass all the time."

"First- fair enough, I guess. Second- if you're fat, then I'm fucking morbidly obese, man." Damien rolled his eyes. "But yeah, alright, I get what you mean."

Rowan shrugged. "My scrawny ass then, if it makes you feel better. Either way, I'm weak as hell and this shit's hard."

"I offered to hold onto you if you want." Damien looked over at Rowan, nearly tripping on his own feet in the process.

"If I'm about to wipe out, by all means, grab onto me. I don't care, to be honest."

"Fair enough." Damien replied. He didn't say much else until they got to Rowan's place, except for the occasional comment on an animal, usually squirrel, crossing the street.

Rowan managed to get inside without falling over, and he pet Milo, who greeted them at the door. "Mornin', Mi…"

"Heyyy, buddy! You hungry?" Damien cooed, petting the top of Milo's head. "I'll get his food done 'n shit, gimme a minute."

Rowan nodded. "Cool… thanks, Damien." Milo jumped up onto Damien, whining excitedly and wagging his tail hard.

"It's nothing." Damien squeezed past the two, going to fill Milo's bowl. He came back after calling the dog over. "I feel bad leaving him here. Maybe we just take him? I'm sure my dad'll be okay with it if we just tell him why."