σиє уєαя ωιтн тнє ѕαмє ѕтяαиgєяѕ ѕтαуιиg ιи σиє мαиѕισи // rp

Darius threw down his suitcase and shouted. "Are there any beds not taken yet?"

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Osiris pressed his lips together before turning and walking back inside, taking a deep, solid breath to calm himself down. He shook his head and bit his bottom lip, pushing the door closed with his hip before he wandered into the kitchen once more. His muscles locked up as he saw how many were in there now, brushing past a few to get to the fridge and grabbed a beer. Something to drink and also ease his nervousness. Osiris didn't meet anyone's gaze as he turned, catching himself as his socks once again slipped on the smooth floor. His cheeks turned a bright red and he booked it out of there, rushing for the safety of his room.

Dylan set the now empty bottle down, and he felt great, ten timed more relaxed and confident then before. He was shuffling around, trying to figure out which pocket he'd put his phone in earlier that day, his elbow knocked the bottle over, his foot managing to send it rolling off down the roof. The sound of glass landing on concrete reached his ears, and even if it wasn't funny Dylan couldn't help the laugh that bubbled up in his chest. After a minute Dylan stood up, finding that he could balance despite the incline of the roof, though he was shaky mostly due to the beer he'd had. With s hand on the side of the house, and his body crouched a bit awkwardly, Dylan started walking along, intent on finding out just how long the overhang lasted for. He passed a few more empty rooms, and some that had things in them, he managed not to think about how it would feel to come across someone in their room. He was doing surprisingly well, having not fallen to his death, just as he was internally congratulating himself on his success his foot slipped under him. Dylan came crashing down, landing luckily for him in a sitting position, though his leg was under him painfully.
"Holy sh*t," He cursed, loudly at that. He sat in stunned silence for a moment, before bursting out laughing at himself, something about the idea that he could have killed himself was incredibly funny to Dylan in that moment.

Osiris frowned and tilted his head as he heard glass shattering on ground, turning and opening the door just in time to see Dylan thumping to the ground. Eyes widening, he set his own beer down and rushed out straight to Dylan's side, wincing as he saw how his leg was twisted horribly. "Are you alright?" He asked, his voice surprisingly deep and wonderfully gravelly, making him even more handsome. He slid his arms around Dylan, picking him up easily with a deep frown. "You're drunk. " He sighed, turning to walk inside the house.

Dylan looked up, taken by surprise at Osiris being there, though he couldn't say he wasn't glad. The voice sent a quick succession of shivers down Dylan's spine, and while he knew the other guy was concerned for his safety, he couldn't help but think that if everyone had voices like that the human race would be hotter and better off. Dylan didn't have the chance for his mind to put a string of words together before he was being lifted. Maybe it was being so close to someone so attractive, maybe it was embarrassment at how damn skinny he was, either way Dylan's face light up bright red like a fire work. Dylan calmed down after he stopped touching him, but he was disappointed to say the least, "Wait, I'm not drunk," He paused, because maybe he was drunk, who's to say he'd be aware once the scale tipped from buzzed to wasted, but if he was Dylan sure wasn't admitting he'd gotten drunk off two beers, "I'm just not sober." He finished lamely. Upon realizing he was leaving Dylan decided to follow, at which point he found out that just because you don't really injure yourself when you land like that, you sure as hell bruise yourself.
Trying to ignore the pain in his leg Dylan stumbled after him, not wanting the cute boy to swoop him off his feet and promptly leave. "Where are you going there?" He called out, completely unconcerned with weather or not his presence was wanted.

Osiris blinked and turned, tilting his head a little. "Calling an ambulance. You probably really hurt your leg. " He rumbled, walking back to Dylan calmly and again placing his arms around him firmly. This time, he did pick up Dylan, carrying him into the house as he called out calmly. "Can someone please call an ambulance? " He said, his deep voice booming across the mansion as he headed for a couch with Dylan in his arms. As soon as he set him down, he sat beside him, lifting his leg and pulling his pants leg up to check Dylan's leg, his slender fingers running over the skin.

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Dylan didn't protest being picked up, after all who would if it was a guy like that, maybe if he hadn't had anything to drink he would have. "I don't need an ambulance," He assured however, a feeling of heat crawling across his face. Though he didn't say it his leg was throbbing, he was sure it was only sprain at most. He let himself be set carried, and while it was nice to be that close to the stunning guy, he felt himself relax once he was set down. Dylan felt shivers radiating from where Osiris touched him, though he couldn't help but cringe when his fingers came into contact with the same spot that had been dug into a shingle of the roof. "I'm fine really, I just need some pain killers and it'll all be good," Dylan tried to reassure him, mostly he was worried about them calling his parents and him being sent home or something. He looked up as another guy appeared, sighing at the news they were on their way.

Osiris jolted a little at the deep voice, blushing a little as he gazed at the attractive male. He shifted his weight and shook his head. "Thank you. And you, be quiet. I'm sure you don't want your leg to be screwed up the rest of the year. " He said sternly to Dylan, pulling his fingers back from Dylan's leg and sat back with a sigh, running his hand slowly through his short but thick hair. He was becoming nervous again, tensing up around the males as he dipped his head and fiddled with his shirt.

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Dylan grimaced at the guy, giving him a quick, but probably not subtle, look over. He defiantly couldn't say he wasn't attractive, well built and tanned were always nice looks. Maybe if Dylan hadn't had anything to drink he would have been subconscious about his own body, skinny, pale, and pretty damn short. If he was sober he'd also defiantly be more flustered over the amount of attention he was receiving. Dylan stayed quite, his moment of protesting shut down, he tried sort of hard not to stare at either of them, though he kind of failed miserably.

"May I ask what you think you were doing? " Osiris said coolly as he stood abruptly, crossing his arms across his broad chest as his eyes narrowed. Being up on the roof was idiotic, especially when drinking. He frowned just a bit, glancing at Ross and then back to Dylan with a raised eyebrow. "Can you watch him until the ambulance gets here? " He asked quietly, turning away from Dylan and leaning close to Ross.

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Dylan looked up at Osiris, caught off guard by the question, his mouth opened while he tried desperately to think of some way to defend himself. He felt himself blushing yet again, "I uh, I was to hot?" He had no better excuse, he knew full well it wasn't his smartest idea to climb up onto the roof. Dylan looked down at the floor, he wasn't entirely impervious to embarrassment even while intoxicated.