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Post by Phobia/Pierce Fobster on Mar 11, 2012 13:52:18 GMT -5
OOC: Month 7, week 3, day 7.
At the first proposal of going to the movies, Pierce had fled. He was, of course, beating himself up about it now, but at the time there were only a few things more frightening than the prospect of sitting in a dark, dirty room with people of dubious hygiene and no amount of Xavier was going to make him go there.
Right now, he’s fumbling with his keys, trying not to bang his head against the door in embarrassment at himself. The other man had been proposing various sorts of outings and activities during the past few weeks- some of of which Pierce had agreed to, some of which Pierce had not conceded to and well, apparently movie theaters and similar settings just made him twitch. It was incredibly annoying to discover the full extent of how persistent his problem were even under generally unstressful circumstances.
Each time a new weakness is revealed, he wants to go hide away in his apartment for the next century. Many a millenia of war hadn’t prepared him for civilian life at all- even if it wasn’t really a civilian life, more an alien life. A fact which he had just been thoroughly reminded of only three days prior.
He shoves the door open pulls his hand back to slide the key out. Except the key was stuck. Damnit. Pierce takes a few moments to try and jiggle it out of its socket.
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Post by Rampage/Xavier Goodkind on Mar 11, 2012 14:21:18 GMT -5
If there is one thing that Xavier has become adept at, it's getting into apartment buildings that he doesn't have any business being in. It's mostly a matter of looking like you're supposed to be there.
He's started working more afternoons instead of nights in order to facilitate his relationship with Pierce, and several of his evenings off had been used to stalk Pierce back to his apartment rather than spend time with him. Honestly, the librarian had brought it on himself by constantly refusing to either let Xavier into his apartment or visiting with Xavier in his.
So as Pierce fusses with his key, Xavier strides confidently out of his hiding place around the corner and pushes past the other man through the open door.
"Nice place," he says, pausing to look around the place. Then he sets down his backpack in the kitchen and begins to unpack food.
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Post by Phobia/Pierce Fobster on Mar 11, 2012 16:16:37 GMT -5
Pierce manages to free the key, only to nearly drop it out of sheer shock when Xavier just casually strides past him into his house. He yelps and snatches it out of the air, clutching it against his chest, the keys making a metallic jingle as they are jostled.
It takes a moment more of spluttering before Pierce manages to form words and even then they’re mostly, “you- what- what-” interspersed with incoherent panicked squeaks. How was this happening? How was this happening and why was it happening to him?!
“You’re in my house!” he yells finally, pulling at his hair in a panic.
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Post by Rampage/Xavier Goodkind on Mar 11, 2012 16:29:50 GMT -5
"Yes. I am," Xavier states casually. He's gotten rather used to Pierce's occasional panicking by this point, and really, he can't blame the man for panicking over someone walking uninvited into his home. Still, he tosses a smirk over his shoulder as he starts poking through Pierce's drawers looking for utensils, "What are you going to do about it?"
While he's at it, he starts Pierce's oven preheating in anticipation of cooking his apology meal for invading Pierce's home. Clearly he is the best boyfriend ever.
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Post by Phobia/Pierce Fobster on Mar 11, 2012 18:09:43 GMT -5
What is Pierce going to do about it?!
… He’s going to spend the next three minutes panicking some more before finally managing to compose himself enough to shut the door behind him; because the only worse than people in his house is people seeing him panic outside of it. And then he’ll draw in a deep breath and casually walk into his bathroom and lock the door.
Asides from a couple of forks and spoons, Pierce doesn’t have much in way of any utensils, really. He has neat white drawers and cupboards and an impeccably clean oven and stove top, but they aren’t used and haven’t been used for years.
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Post by Rampage/Xavier Goodkind on Mar 11, 2012 18:21:55 GMT -5
Xavier makes a face at the utter lack of culinary tools in Pierce's kitchen. He can still manage without, of course, he is a budding culinary master after all, it's just rather inconvenient.
He also finds himself more determined than ever to regularly feed Pierce, because there's no way the man can cobble together a decent meal out of what he has in his house.
Deciding to leave Pierce be for the moment to calm himself down, Xavier gets to work with the meat, vegetables, and spices he brought with him. If Pierce isn't drawn out by the scent of delicious food, then Xavier will go hunting for him.
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Post by Phobia/Pierce Fobster on Mar 12, 2012 10:29:33 GMT -5
All he has in his house is orange juice, tea and Snickers bars. The fridge isn’t even used, the plug pulled and the lights off inside, although like everything else, it was very incredibly clean inside.
There was a reason why Pierce hadn’t wanted Xavier to come over and it wasn’t only because Xavier was Rampage. Although that was the main problem, really; not only does Xavier now know where Pierce lives, Rampage now knows it too.
Unfortunately, that leaves him curled up under the sink even as the delicious, foreign aroma of home-cooked food permeates his house, slipping through the cracks in the bathroom door. Pierce was used to being hungry and he pays the sensation little heed; he’s a bit more worried about the consequences of this new development.
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Post by Rampage/Xavier Goodkind on Mar 12, 2012 15:01:09 GMT -5
Terrible, just terrible. Xavier is amazed that Pierce hadn't just starved to death before he met him. He plugs in the fridge, because he is damn well going to have a place to store any leftovers. And then he is going to force Pierce to buy more food.
For now, he's going to try and serve Pierce this stir fry - and thank goodness he's elitist enough to have brought his own frying pan, because all other frying pans are surely inferior. Leaving the pan to simmer on the stove so it doesn't get cold, Xavier wanders over to the closed bathroom door - though not before peeking in the bedroom door to figure out what's where - and knocks softly.
"Pierce, come out," he asks sweetly. "Supper's ready."
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Post by Phobia/Pierce Fobster on Mar 12, 2012 15:19:02 GMT -5
There wasn’t much in the bedroom, just a neat bed, a closet and a small shelf of books arranged in alphabetical order. Pierce was not a man of many amenities, if his peculiar eating habits are anything to go by.
He jumps when Xavier knocks on the door and speaks his name, biting his knuckle and staring at his own feet. He could see the other man’s shadow moving in the sliver of an opening under the door. Then there a rustle of movement and the sound of the lock sliding back as Pierce opens it and peers through the resulting gap with a decidedly unhappy expression.
“Miranda doesn’t know my address. Or Niels for that matter,” he mutters, eyes narrowing.
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Post by Rampage/Xavier Goodkind on Mar 12, 2012 15:27:12 GMT -5
Clearly Pierce should have become a monk and lived in a remote monastery somewhere in the mountains, rather than becoming a public librarian.
Xavier leans one arm against the door frame, smiling fondly at Pierce through the gap. Such a strange, adorable boyfriend he has caught for himself. He must be patient with him. "Really? I hadn't asked them."
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Post by Phobia/Pierce Fobster on Mar 12, 2012 15:42:31 GMT -5
Pierce has considered that many, many, many times and now especially. All the peace and the quiet and the lack of nosy stalker boyfriends unexpectedly appearing in one’s house. If it were anyone other than Xavier, the police would have been called so fast the intruder’s head would been left spinning.
“That doesn’t help explain why you’re in my house, Xavier,” he says and glares accusingly at the red head.
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Post by Rampage/Xavier Goodkind on Mar 12, 2012 15:50:04 GMT -5
Xavier had been pretty sure that he'd be safe from calls to the police given that Pierce hadn't called them after watching Xavier murder and butcher four people.
"Why?" Xavier says, putting on his sweetest, most innocent smile, green eyes wide and sparkling. "I'm here to make you supper. Which is waiting, by the way."
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Post by Phobia/Pierce Fobster on Mar 12, 2012 16:07:45 GMT -5
Pierce groans and palms his face. There were ulterior motives there Xavier, he knows you have them behind those heart-meltingly innocent eyes. You didn’t just pop up at your boyfriend’s house after stalking him to find out where it was to cook him food.
After a moment more of hiding behind the door and lamenting his existence, Pierce finally gives up and opens the door wider to cautiously step out. “Just so you know, I don’t appreciate these surprises,” he sighs. Not like that was going to stop the bastard.
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Post by Rampage/Xavier Goodkind on Mar 12, 2012 19:23:26 GMT -5
As Pierce steps out of his lavatory sanctuary, Xavier reaches out to envelop him in a possessive hug, false innocence bleeding away into smug satisfaction. "It's good to see you, too."
"And if you let me in next time, you won't be surprised that I'm in your apartment."
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Post by Phobia/Pierce Fobster on Mar 12, 2012 19:52:55 GMT -5
Despite himself, Pierce leans into the hug with a grumble. A hug was nice. A hug was especially nice after the borderline cardiac arrest he’d had. Stupid Xavier.
“You’re not supposed to be here at all,” he says, although he doesn’t sound terribly unhappy about it now. “Although there’s not much point in stopping you now seeing as you’re here already.” Pierce sighs then and nudges Xavier’s side. “Please don’t make the place messy.”
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