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[crassidy]

plenty of us been here a long arse time and had time to settle emselves

so heres the most important question taht the import goss sites can never get right: who’s shacked up w who theses days? askin for ttly legit reasons and not at all for personal fanfic purposes

i need canon ships only, none of this wishful thinkin or fan faves or queer baits. one off dates, long term partnrs, livin together types, all of it

Comments

[crassidy]

mmmmmmmmmaybe

[mofi]

but i rlly hate reading

[crassidy]

o god same tbh. get somone in ur house to read some out to u. sexy narratin

[mofi]

i dont want anyone in this house
fuckn near me

[crassidy]

alllright
spose i could forgo me dislik for reading n read some 4 u. we can get stoned and narrate sexy fics

[mofi]

hey
good idea
when u in the mood to get ur sexy voice going on

[crassidy]

all the time. pop ovr later if u want. we aint got a spare room rn but if u need to crash on teh couch u can

[mofi]

thnx
i may take you up on that offer

[crassidy]

u gotta bring beer tho. or othr booze
wait r u old enuff to buy it?

[mofi]

im not 21
but i can get someone
2 get me beer
ill need ur adres

[crassidy]

or just steal it. idc
just get ur arse over to MF #2 wen u can

[mofi]

sure
ill b there
when ill b there

[crassidy]

sure just leave me hangin y dont u

[mofi]

ill be over
sometime
tonight

[crassidy]

good
spose ill be there to
waitin for that booze ur brignign

[mofi]

unles u want me to break
ur door down

[crassidy]

nah we already had that happen enuff times thanks
u ca just use the handle liek normal ppl. ill be around. im pracitcly nocturnal u no

[mofi]

fyne
ill nock

[ It's the last text Cassiday receives from Murphy. He's busy weighing his options which, unfortunately, aren't a lot. But Murphy is making it a point to be at the farmhouse as little as possible. It makes it less likely to bump into Ronan. The silent treatment between both of them has gotten under his skin. So he leaves without telling anyone. Walking takes up most of his day. The sun is setting and the sky is filled with burning oranges and purples. Murphy takes a few moments to appreciate this, the little things. Only for a moment and then he's headed to the nearest liquor store.

Murphy's lucky, like always, and has someone buy him alcohol. Whiskey. It's the rail shit but it's better than nothing at all.

Hours later and Murphy is knocking on Cassidy's door. ] Special delivery.

[crassidy]

[Cassidy stays home for the night. He figures it's the right thing to do after inviting someone over to crash, rather than vanishing off to a bar and leaving them locked out, which has likely happened more than a few times before. He doesn't concern himself with the late arrival of Murphy, or worry about where he might have got to, just assumes the guy will be here when he feels like it and not before.

When the knock eventually happens, he stumbles off towards the door, an awkward few seconds of key fumbling before he swings the door open with an outstretched arm and an excitable greeting.]

There he is! And there it is. [He's already making a reach for that sweet, sweet whiskey.] Good lad. C'mon now, in yeh come, make yerself at home.

[mofi]

[ The edges of his lips curve upward into a smirk, small and smug. ] Told you I'd find a way. [ Because Murphy always seems to find a way. Call it a natural ability. Cassidy reaches for it and Murphy holds it out for him to take as he steps inside. It's nothing like the farmhouse, not in the least bit. The farmhouse was eerily magical. Cassidy's home looked plain and ordinary.

Not that Murphy cared. ] Thanks for letting me crash on your couch.

[crassidy]

Ah, no problem at all. Always nice to have some new company around.

[He leads them off towards the lounge, through a most definitely ordinary looking home. It's the standard affair for the Government townhouses that Maurtia Fall imports get, and has very little in the way of personalised possessions. Not many who live here are the homebody sorts, and so the house still remains as it was when first supplied, maybe with a bit of extra junk thrown in. At least the lounge has a top of the range TV and several games consoles sat underneath it. Got the important things.]

Might be that you have company yerself some nights. I've told a few folk they can crash whenever, and since our spare rooms filled up, we're sorta runnin' outta space for all the strays.

[mofi]

[ Murphy doesn't think he's the best company. He really doesn't think much about himself if we are being honest. Let's see how long it takes for him to wear out Cassidy's hospitality.

Attention ticks around the room, mainly the television and game consoles hiding beneath it.

He smirks, turning on the heels of his boots so he can look at Cassidy's face. ] Seems like everyone is out here collecting the strays. [ Ronan has been doing that and, as far as Murphy can tell, has been doing it for some time now. ]

Will we be expecting someone else tonight?

[crassidy]

[More like let's see how long before Cassidy's excitable personality drives Murphy out, just like it tends to scare off others pretty swiftly. It sucks being the annoying guy, but someone has the fill that role.]

'Spose we're all strays, one way or another, taken from our homes and left to wander 'til we find our place in a new world.

[He drops into the oversized couch, feet swinging up onto the coffee table while he opens up the gifted whiskey and starts swigging straight from the bottle.] As for company... I dunno, we'll just wait and see.

[mofi]

[ As long as Cassidy is giving Murphy attention, he's not going to be turning away any time soon. ] Such a sad story, [ Murphy says dryly. Where Cassidy decides to sit on the couch, Murphy stands. His arms fold loosely over his chest, he's still taking in the room. ]

Thanks for letting me crash here. Things got a little crazy back at the farmhouse.

[crassidy]

[They can just be two attention whores, constantly feeding off each other's attention in a never ending loop.]

Oh, you were at the farmhouse, were yeh? 'Spose I can't be surprised with the whole... [A vague gesture of a tattooed hand towards Murphy.] ... face... thing.