Kaz felt his face heat up, and he buried his face in the pillow as he realized he was accidentally staring at Vaughn. Your dumb gay ass can't even pretend to be straight for five seconds? his mind groaned. He rolled over, covering his face with the pillow while he faced the ceiling
Vaughn arched a brow as he looked back over at Kaz. What was his deal? He sat back on his bed, feeling much more comfortable in these clothes.
Kaz shifted in place a little, feeling the high slowly start to fade. He moved the pillow away from his face, which still had the faintest hint of red in his cheeks. He rubbed at his eyes, a faint headache starting to nudge at his mind
Vaughn rolled back onto his stomach, hugging one of the pillows. He let out a soft breath, suddenly feeling exhausted from the overwhelming stress he had felt that whole day. He just wanted to take his medicine and sleep.
Kaz gave another quiet groan, but this was a little more from pain than euphoria. "I will give you two bottles of painkillers if you gimme a little more of that stuff," he drawled, his accent a little thicker with the high
“Depends, how strong are the pain killers?” Vaughn murmured from where he was laying. It was a very enticing offer, but he wasn’t sure if he would be given more of this stuff. And it wasn’t like pain killers could help him. Yeah, they could give a slight high, but they wouldn’t help him in the event of a panic attack.
"Almost as strong as they get without killing someone," Kaz said, rolling to reach into his duffel bag. He pulled out a bottle of his strongest painkillers, rattling them in his hand as he held them above his head
Vaughn rolled over in bed so he could look over at Kaz, and the pill bottle that he was holding. “Give me the syringe,” he said. He didn’t trust giving Kaz the whole vial of his medication. He still needed it.
Kaz rolled over, reaching into the bag for the syringe and sitting up. He made another small noise, wincing at the pain starting to return to his body. He fumbled with the syringe for a moment before tossing it gently to the other bed. He tossed the bottle after it, the pills rattling loudly in the near silent room
//what!d I miss
(basically they got to the lab and were uncuffed and now everyone's picking rooms. the pairs are still stuck together though)
//cool
She looked around the room that Aliana had dragged Veny into.
“Yay. New rooms. I love moving day,” she said drily, sitting on the bed. Her fingers tapped nervously, breaking through her bored she’ll.
Tenor doesn't have a roomate. Was he bad? He wanted to be good! Why can't he ever do anything ri-Snap out of it Boy! Figure out what's going on with that thick ass head o' yours! Tenor looks around again. Sterile rooms. Sterile walls. Sterile ceilings. Sterile people. Sterile place. Slumping in the middle of a hallway. Waiting. Always waiting. Maybe today someone will notice him.
"Yeah!" Aliana smiled. She was sat next to Veny, "It's so fun right!? Do you like this room? Or should we try a different one?"
(well I mean technically he has a roommate but since they haven't been online all weekend I planned on having them hop into the rooms late)
(also this is completely random but ice milk tea is really good and if you have time you should totally try making it)
“It works, unless you saw something you liked better,” she shrugged, looking at the girl. She acted like a child sometimes. My responsibility to take care of , I guess.
Aliana beamed, "No way! I love this room! It's so pretty and it's clean!"
(who is the roommate? Caus if all else fails he can bunk with anyone)
(argh I can't remember their character's name hold on a sec)
(their character is Jules Whittaker)
(Who is rping them?)
(that would be rebelwithareadingproblem)