Post by Jimmeh on Aug 1, 2010 10:19:44 GMT -5
[[ooc: GET OUT OF MY HEAD, YOU STUPID LEGO!
I'VE GOT WRITER'S BLOCK. >8C
Title ripped from a Green Day song--"Welcome to Paradise", one of my favorites. I feel like such a fangirl, quoting songs from my favorite band, buuut I am a fangirl, so what difference does it make?
Also, I'm stealing Alfie. ;A; ]]
Matthew had never really been opposed, necessarily, to the thought of spending an afternoon with his brother, and that was truthfully his loss; the memories of attempting to spend the day with Alfred without going utterly insane were not fresh enough. This was due to both how he hadn't spoken to the American properly in quite a while, along with his generally forgetful nature. The fact that even his own brother couldn't remember his actual name made him feel childishly upset, and the realization that it was childish drove him into a deeper internal state of desperation.
Regardless of this, he managed to make himself look like he was having a good time when he walked alongside Alfred, who was chattering about the recent weather down in the States.
"Dude, your place was never s'posed to get this hot! I thought you all lived in igloos and wore parkas and stuff."
"We don't," Matt replied, crossing his arms and glancing out on the temperature in Toronto that evening. 20°C, considering how hot it had been just the previous week, was not half bad, and it certainly couldn't be any better where Alfred lived. Pausing at the street corner to wait for the light, he almost wanted to call out when his brother simply decided it was clear enough to cross, but decided better of it; with any luck, that meant he would just lose him and be able to run home.
I'VE GOT WRITER'S BLOCK. >8C
Title ripped from a Green Day song--"Welcome to Paradise", one of my favorites. I feel like such a fangirl, quoting songs from my favorite band, buuut I am a fangirl, so what difference does it make?
Also, I'm stealing Alfie. ;A; ]]
Matthew had never really been opposed, necessarily, to the thought of spending an afternoon with his brother, and that was truthfully his loss; the memories of attempting to spend the day with Alfred without going utterly insane were not fresh enough. This was due to both how he hadn't spoken to the American properly in quite a while, along with his generally forgetful nature. The fact that even his own brother couldn't remember his actual name made him feel childishly upset, and the realization that it was childish drove him into a deeper internal state of desperation.
Regardless of this, he managed to make himself look like he was having a good time when he walked alongside Alfred, who was chattering about the recent weather down in the States.
"Dude, your place was never s'posed to get this hot! I thought you all lived in igloos and wore parkas and stuff."
"We don't," Matt replied, crossing his arms and glancing out on the temperature in Toronto that evening. 20°C, considering how hot it had been just the previous week, was not half bad, and it certainly couldn't be any better where Alfred lived. Pausing at the street corner to wait for the light, he almost wanted to call out when his brother simply decided it was clear enough to cross, but decided better of it; with any luck, that meant he would just lose him and be able to run home.