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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 300px; text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: black; font-size: 10px;]1. “i needed a drink of water after my shower but i forgot that i opened the blinds to my balcony and you just saw me walk into my kitchen naked.” ( reply 1 to ? )
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 475px; text-align: justify; font-size: 10px; margin-top: -5px;]a small, soft smile curled his lips as he hummed silently to himself, scrubbing the conditioner into his blonde hair. the droplets of water were hot against his skin, though it was calming and refreshing. after a long day at work, arguing with his older sister, and accidentally bumping into more than just a few people (who were quite rude), a long, nice shower was definitely needed. his humming turning into quiet singing, singing along to the radio on the windowsill of the only window in the smaller bathroom. it wasn't too small, but it wasn't too big (at tall) either; rather perfect for one grown guy. he chuckled at the thought of him actually being grown up - he was still such a kid in so many ways, and just the thought of him being twenty-three was stupidly amusing.
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nirvana continued to hum as he stepped out of the shower, a towel wrapped around his waist. he ran his hands through his still-damp hair, pushing stray strands of it out of his eyes. he licked his lips, furrowing his eyebrows for a brief moment in thought. he shrugged to himself, and pushed the already slightly-ajar bathroom door, stepping out into the hallway of the apartment. he was still a bit wet, but he was f.ucking thirsty, and he wanted some water. he gnawed on his lower lip, not noticing his balcony curtains and blinds were wide open from when he'd went out to smoke before taking a shower. it was pretty dark outside, otherwise he more than likely would have noticed with the sunshine raining in - but alas, there was only the light from the moon that hardly touched his apartment, so he kept shuffling on past the balcony's sliding doors, and into the kitchenette.
the young man pursed his lips, holding the towel around his waist so it wouldn't fall - not that he cared - he bent down to grab a water bottle from the fridge. after closing the refrigerator, he leaned against the counter beside it, and took a few sips of the water. he took a deep breath, closing his eyes as he did so, and tilted his head up. he crossed his ankles, biting on his lower lip. his body was begging him to lay down and go to sleep, but his mind demanded he do something otherwise, like watch a movie, or go jogging, even though it was a bit late. he shrugged, deciding he'd just sit down, relax, and watch that movie he's been meaning to watch; requiem for a dream. he smiled softly at the thought, nodding slightly to himself before opening his eyes and pushing himself off and away from the counter.
nirvana shuffled back out of the kitchenette, though stopped right after he'd passed the balcony, furrowing his eyebrows. he looked back at the doors, and rolled his eyes at himself. he decided he'd shut the curtains after he got dressed, so he continued on to his bedroom. he let the towel slip off his hips, grabbing a pair of clean boxer briefs and grey sweatpants from his dresser. after slipping his legs in both articles of clothing, he shuffled over to his closet and grabbed a hoodie that was maybe one size too big, and groaned when realizing he'd forgotten to turn the radio in the bathroom off. he trudged to the bathroom, which was only a few meters away, and turned the radio off before heading back to the balcony to shut the curtains.
once he got to his destination, he yawned and stretched, then took hold of the curtains. he stopped halfway, looking across the street to the other apartment complex out of habit, and could feel his cheeks heating up a bit, though couldn't help but smile, trying to contain laughter. well, sh.it.
(( oh boy, i hope this is okay - sorry it's kinda... blegh, aha. if you think i should change anything, just say so ;3 his name being nirvana is pure coincidence i swear i've had this chara in my head for a while now i swear it's a coincidence ))
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 300px; text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: black; font-size: 10px;]☠ the ride home on the subway was even more annoying than usual, and that did nothing to improve micheal's mood. being twenty-five and stuck behind a desk all day was not how he'd envisioned his life to end up like. he always figured he'd get out of college after getting a degree in something fun and interesting, and he'd be making money left and right and traveling the world and learning new things and having the time of his life.
however, this was reality. and his reality was being an accountant with a sh.itty apartment and barely making enough to pay rent.
it didn't help anything that he'd gotten hot coffee spilled on him the second he squeezed his way through the subway doors in an effort to get to an empty seat near the back. the woman he did it had been rude as hell, yelling at him to watch where he was going and saying the coffee stain wasn't even noticeable on his tan overcoat when he called her out on it. it had taken every ounce of patience in his small, impatient little body to resist from insulting her and probably starting a huge train fight. close your eyes and take a deep breath. count to ten. it was what his anger management coach taught him to do whenever he was really pissed off or stressed. no matter how cliche it sounded, it actually worked.
the second michael entered his apartment, the coat came off, the tv went on, and the vodka came out. he was off the rest of the weekend (thank god for company functions only senior workers had to attend booking out the building) so he didn't have to worry about cleaning the coat right this second or dealing with the effects of a light hangover (which still sucked, light or not) the next morning at work. crunching numbers all day and dealing with dicks on the subway was the perfect excuse to break out the alcohol.
flopping down on the couch, he flung his arm up over the side and drank straight from the bottle, his lips twisting at the corners from the bitter taste of straight vodka. he was used to it, though, so it didn't bother him too much. he scrolled trough the channels on the television, looking to just find a good show on and kick back and relax the rest of the night. of course, that wasn't going to happen. not when he happened to glance out his window and see an extremely hot male specimen sauntering past his balcony across in the other complex...in nothing but a towel.
his heart skipped a beat and he almost dropped the bottle of vodka. maybe a bit of an extreme reaction, but hey, he hadn't gotten a good peek at a male body, especially a hot one, in years. he'd been too busy to hook up or anything along the lines of that. so seeing a perfectly beautiful male slip past the window in a loose-hanging towel made his cheeks heat up and forced himself to pull his eyes away. for a second or two, at least, until the man came wandering back the way he came.
of course, he had to go put clothes on. better yet, come and close the curtains. michael tried to be conspicuous and look back at the tv, taking another tentative sip of his bottle, before glancing back and realizing the guy was looking straight at him with a knowing little smirk on his face. dammit. michael sighed, trying to hide a little smile of his own, as he set his bottle down and came up to the window. unlatching it and flinging it open, he leaned out and motioned for him to come out onto his balcony.
"i promise i wasn't intentionally sneaking a peek," he grinned as he said it, lightheartedly chuckling as he did.
` it's fiiiiine. c: oh i'm sooooo sure you did xP `
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 10px; margin-top: -5px;]he was well-built and he knew it, though he wasn't arrogant. he was rather just confident, in his most of his physical aspects, and didn't brag about how healthy and fit he was. he was humble about it, never really taking any compliments seriously, waving them off or giving a shrug of his shoulders at each compliment he received. there were some things he was a little insecure about, if he were being honest, such as his ability - or lack there of - to comfort someone. it was mostly just the mental and emotional things he was self-conscious about, though he didn't let it get in the way of his upbeat and outgoing persona.
nirvana wasn't really all too mature, though he could be serious when the time called for it. he was more childish and rebellious than mature and sophisticated; a nonconformist, yet more dependent on the ones he knew well and loved than he was independent. the childish and rebel side of him often times got him into lots of trouble when he was younger, and still did, sometimes - like today, with his older sister. the argument was stupid, and shouldn't have even happened, but his sister really needed to just lay off. of course, he still wanted her to be around when he really needed her (if she were to ever go before him, he'd probably go insane), but she was almost too overprotective.
the young man chuckled quietly as he watched the other man from across the street saunter to his window, opening it and gesturing for himself to go out. he did just that, pushing the curtains aside once more, and stepped out onto the balcony. he left the sliding door open, shuffling to the railing until he leaned against it, arms crossed on top of the cool metal. he put all of his weight onto one foot, the half smile on his face amused but soft. the guy was, admittedly, gorgeous. he could practically see that gaze of his sparkling, even from there not-so-far-away distance.
his smirk grew into a bright smile, raising his eyebrows in a mocking manner. "you sure?" he teased, chuckling after. he looked down for a brief moment before looking back up, his smile having softened; his whole expression having softened. "don't worry 'bout it - i was the one who left my curtains open," he called over, voice just as soft and gentle as his smile. he shrugged his shoulders, and tilted his head slightly to the left out of habit. "i'm nirvana, by the way," he introduced himself, figuring that, hey, why the hell not introduce himself to his sort-of-neighbor? he had a feeling they'd be seeing more of each other(not like that, you perv - not now, at least).
(( agh, you're so sweet *huggles* pure coincidence, i flucking swear on my life! c'x
ugh sorry for this sh.it post i'm just really excited for this ughhh "not now, at least." tf is wrong with me omg aND OH MY GOODNESS IT'S MISHA YAAAAS ))