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  • [fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; width: 400px; font-size: 8pt;text-align:justify; line-height: 120%][fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; width: 75px; height: 75px; float: left;][/fancypost] He was tired. He was sore. And yet, he was still going to be the same John he had always been.


    Why? Because he was strong. He was stubborn. And he wasn't going to show anyone how upset he really was.


    He missed Alex, he missed him dearly. He had kept within his heart strong feelings for the other, but he had never expected them to come back and smack him in the face like they did. Alex was gone, and he couldn't find him. And believe it, he tried.


    With a sigh, John took another sip from the glass of alcohol kept next to him, looking tired. He wanted to sleep, but sleep didn't come easy. Not anymore.



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    listening to "it's quiet uptown" while typing this is a bad idea. But it gives me muse. So hooray for the sad remainder of the squad!//


    John wasn't the only one to miss Alex deeply. Hercules may not have mourned as much as the lanky male, but he had more than enough drinks in Hamilton's name. Most was consumed the day he had vanished. But at least the alcohol helped numb the pain. He didn't know the full extent of Alex's and John's relationship, but those fleeting glances got him thinking. Maybe there was something more than just friendship? Of course Mulligan was not know to pry. Well not much anyways. Not when it came to his friends.


    The large man had been wandering along when he spotted a one John Laurens close by. "John...?" He didn't mean for his voice to crack. He hadn't seen John in so long, and it brought up a mixture of emotion to the surface. He held all of his strength to keep from tackle hugging the young man and instead walked over to him. He looked so sad... Hercules frowned softly, but quickly offered a small smile. "I haven't seen you in forever, man. How've you been?" he asked gently.
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    i hate it


    "Hercules...I thought I heard someone say you were back. Real sorry about disappearing on you, by the way. I was going to tell you, but I don't know...something told me to just go." He grinned sheepishly, shrugging. That "something" was him knowing if he tried to explain, it would make everything even more difficult than it already was.


    "But I've been better, to be honest. Not good, not bad, but...okay."


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    Hercules had a sneaking suspicion that that something was Alex, though he refused to say anything about him. For the sake of keeping emotions stable. He nodded gently. "I'm glad to see you're okay at least." he responded warmly. Honestly, Hercules didn't know what he would do if John had disappeared like Alex had- or even died. Just thinking about that made the man feel sick. He didn't want to be left alone. Call him weak, but it was all he really had.
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    Seeing Laurens light up made Hercules smile. There's his happy freckled baby! He reached over, aiming to give a little noogie to John's head. "Damn straight!" he laughed back. Herc felt much better. Though if he had known John had come close to death, he would have had to shoot someone. Like, no. Nobody hurts his friends. Especially not Laurens. Hercules laughed as John pressed him for his life so far. "Wow. Pushy pushy, Johnny boy. I've been doing great. I was a little mia, but I'm back and life is just life. Nothing bad, but it seems that I have been stolen up by my lady friend." he responded. Ah yes. Mulligan had gotten himself a girlfriend by the name of Videogames.
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  • [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 375px;][justify][size=8]"Oh, yeah? Good for you, Herc! I'm so proud!" The great and strong Mulligan had fallen for his lady friend. One, finally. Two, he decided he would take them both drinking to celebrate because that's what he did. [color=white]"We should celebrate. Someone finally captured your wild heart." It was no lie that he felt sad, but it would be selfish to bring his own sadness into this. Hercules was happy, and seeing that made everything just a little bit better.


    [spoiler=tags][color=#A0522D]GENERAL;
    ─ john laurens
    ─ blizzardclan
    ─ male
    ─ single
    ─ homosexual
    ─ loves alexander hamilton
    ─ best friend: hercules mulligan


    [color=#A0522D]HEALTH;
    ─ 95%
    ─ injuries: large bruise on right shoulder


    [color=#A0522D]APPEARANCE;
    ─ lean brown tabby
    ─ thick fluffy tail
    ─ brown eyes


    [color=#A0522D]TAGS;
    ─ difficult
    ─ no kill or maim
    ─ ask for capture
    ─ attack in [color=#A0522D]#A0522D


    [color=#A0522D]OTHER;
    ─ based of john laurens from hamilton
    ─ secretly depressed
    ─ drinks a lot

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    Hercules felt an embarrassed blush creep to his cheeks. He laughed. "Thanks dad" he teased. Yep. Someone finally tamed the free spirit that is Hercules Mulligan. Though for how long- the world may never know. But screw that thought. As John said, it was a time to celebrate and get totally wasted. "Sounds like a plan, my man." he added in agreement to John's suggestion.


    Rushed.//
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  • [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 375px;][justify][size=8]"You're welcome, son." That was weird to say, but he grinned as he said it, because it was funny as hell to him. His voice wasn't as deep as Hercules', either, which made it even funnier in his opinion.


    Why was Herc's voice so deep? Jeez, Mulligan. [color=white]"I guess it's a date then! Kidding, kidding...so, when did this happen? Did you ask, did she? Call me annoying, but this is important! We're a squad, the squad knows everything about each other. It's why we're squad." He grabbed Herc's face in his paws, squishing their cheeks together before letting go and rolling away. He was so proud and happy and excited...and even sadder than before.


    [spoiler=tags][color=#A0522D]GENERAL;
    ─ john laurens
    ─ blizzardclan
    ─ male
    ─ single
    ─ homosexual
    ─ loves alexander hamilton
    ─ best friend: hercules mulligan


    [color=#A0522D]HEALTH;
    ─ 95%
    ─ injuries: large bruise on right shoulder


    [color=#A0522D]APPEARANCE;
    ─ lean brown tabby
    ─ thick fluffy tail
    ─ brown eyes


    [color=#A0522D]TAGS;
    ─ difficult
    ─ no kill or maim
    ─ ask for capture
    ─ attack in [color=#A0522D]#A0522D


    [color=#A0522D]OTHER;
    ─ based of john laurens from hamilton
    ─ secretly depressed
    ─ drinks a lot

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    He did have a pretty deep voice, huh? All the better to seduce beautiful women and cute freckled men with his velvety voice. But in all seriousness, it just happened. Thank you cat puberty. Or however that worked.


    Hercules giggled as his face was smushed. What a dork. He grinned sheepishly as John teased about the date thing. Hey, it could happen. Perhaps if he wasn't already taken and if he had time to develop stronger romantic feelings towards John. But let's not dwell on how totally gay these two were. "I asked her. In a letter, but I crossed it out before I sent it. She uh- heh- she managed to read it and well, she said yes." he explained before grabbing at John to wrap him in a revenge hug. The squad got to know everything about each other. It was like, squad law. Even though it was only then two left, it still applied. "Where are you treating me for a drink? I hope it's somewhere romantic, Laurens." he hummed in a playful tone, only half kidding.
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