forum The Drug (Asylum/Lab RP) [closed]

Started May 24, 2018 by @_sleeby_rat_

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"Yeah, but aren't needles, y'know," Kaz started, making vague gestures in the air with his hands. "Scary?" he said, having difficulty finding words

“Scary? No.. There are far worse things out there,” Vaughn said. He yawned into his hand, laying down once again. He hugged the pillow back to his chest, blinking sleepily up at the ceiling.

//I’m watching spn so I’m just meticulously clearing notifs instead of doing anything lmao

Kaz hummed in agreement before dozing off. He woke to the sound of a loud alarm clock and the lights flickering on as though they were on a timer. There was knocking on the door, and a muffled voice shouted that they had 20 minutes to get ready for breakfast. Kaz restrained the urge to swear loudly, blinking the sleep from his eyes as he stretched

Aliana woke up as the lights flickered she shouted at them, "Stop flickering you stupid fucking lights!"

Vaughn slowly woke from his drug induced sleep. What was that noise? And those lights, they needed to be shut off. “What the hell?” He muttered, almost forgetting where he was. Those sedatives were strong as hell.

"Fuck if I know," Kaz muttered, getting up to shut the lights off again. "Too damn early," he grumbled before flopping back down into his bed

Vaughn propped himself up against his elbow, looking around the room with a tired look in his eyes. A shudder ran through his body, and he rubbed at his exposed arms. The window. He forced himself to get out of bed, stumbling over to the window and pulling it shut.

Venezia grumbled as she was woken up, flipping the ceiling off. “The hell is going on?”

"I don't know," Aliana groaned shoving her face in the pillow. She was fully dressed and ready to go.

Kaz felt his heart skip a beat as Vaughn stumbled over to the window. He covered his face with his blankets, internally cursing himself. Quit that, he told himself, and for once his mind didn't respond. Maybe the meds he had borrowed from Vaughn were still in his system

After shutting it, Vaughn threw Kaz a confused look before walking back over to his bed. He grabbed the back of his own shirt and tugged it up and over his head, tossing it aside. He crouched and dug through his backpack for a change of clothes.

Kaz went to look towards the noise out of habit but he immediately turned his head. Why, why did he have to get a hot male roommate? Maybe he should have requested to be housed with a girl since the asylum knew he was gay. That way he could have avoided the ridiculousness that his 'relationship' with Vaughn had become

Vaughn took out a pair of clothes and set them on his bed. He tugged his sweatpants off and put them into his backpack, leaving him in his boxers for a brief moment. He exhaled slowly, frowning down at the scars that covered his skin. He shook his head to himself before beginning to get dressed again.

Kaz peeked out of the covers, intent on getting up to get dressed. Unfortunately he got a split second glimpse of Vaughn in his boxers and he immediately buried his face in the covers again as it went red. Nope, he would survive without changing. He was just fine in his blanket cocoon, thank you

Vaughn tugged a white under shirt on, then a long sleeved, white button up. He then put on his black slacks, tucking in his shirts before putting a belt on. He adjusted his shirt a bit before putting on his suit jacket. He looked at himself in a long mirror, deciding not to button the suit jacket shut. It looked a bit unprofessional that way, but it wasn’t like he had anyone to show off too. He ran a comb through his hair now, fixing the messy strands.

Kaz took a deep breath. Alrighty you gay idiot, time to get out of bed and face the fact that you are gay and an idiot. He rolled out of bed, reaching for his hairbush as he made an attempt to brush his hair

Vaughn glanced at Kaz in the reflection of the mirror for a moment. His lips formed into a tight line as he considered a little idea in his mind before quickly looking away. He was beginning to believe that he was not as straight as he thought.

Kaz winced as the brush caught in his tangles. He was going to have to invest in some sort of detangling spray or something. He gave up, resolving to look like a mess as he threw his brush back in his bag. He flopped back on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. Huh. He didn't hurt very much today. Maybe it was Vaughn's meds he had shared?