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Anders and Brian, Backdated to Saturday Morning 16/03/2013
Coming in from the night before, Anders decides he wants to get to know his room-mate better and drops a bomb on him. All in the name of fun.
It had been light for some time when Anders got back to the room, a touch worse for wear but still in a great mood that was only helped by the healthy buzz he still had going. Or not so healthy and entirely produced by white wine, lager and whatever those pills had been. He hasn't slept but he had gotten lucky so who cared about sleep right? Sleep was for the dead and the boring. And the dead boring. Speaking of which...
Brian glanced over from his laptop when his roommate came in. Seemed that he'd had a rather late night, hadn't he? Since he'd not been there last night when Brian had come to sleep nor when he'd awaken.
"Good morning," he said, voice mildly disapproving.
"A very good one." Anders agreed as he flopped onto his bed with a groan. "How've you been?" Anders didn't actually see a huge amount of his room-mate for more than a few reasons.
"I'm quite well, thank you."
He propped himself up on his elbows watching Brian closely "Whatcha doing?" He sing-singed cheerfully.
"Responding to emails," the Brit replied. He glanced over and, finding Anders' eyes on him, shut the laptop and turned around. "Can I help you?"
"Aren't I allowed to talk to you? We live together and I feel like I barely know you." Anders pointed out, expression clear and almost innocent though his eyes were telling to anyone with experience.
Living with people one hardly knew was not particularly unusual, at least to Brian's understanding. After all, he'd known his family of course, but he'd hardly known the staff that had lived there. And at Fettes, he'd not paid close attention to anyone other than his friends, no matter how close others had lived to his quarters.
"I was not under the impression you wanted to know me." Brian said, shrugging. "You're not exactly easy to converse with." He was possibly mimicking the way Brian spoke a little but not in a mocking way. Not for the moment at least. "I feel like I know your twin better and I've only spoken to her once."
"She's a better conversationalist than I am." He crossed his legs and leaned back slightly in his chair. "But still, pray tell, how well do you believe you know my sister?'
"Not very well at all, that's my point." Anders smirked back "Worry not I have made no unwanted advances on your sister. I may enjoy taking risks but I am not suicidal."
"I can appreciate your self-preservation." Brian's voice was dry, but he actually meant what he said. Far be it from him to interfere in his sister's romantic life - okay, not really 'far', but nonetheless - but...not Anders. "What do you wish to know, then, about me?"
"I dunno, just something that tells me there's stuff going on other than schoolwork? Yes, I know it's important to you." God had he had that lecture too much already "Bladdy blah, fast forward. What else is there? Just give me something to work with here.”
Of course he knew about Jeanne-Marie, knew more than Brian in fact but he might not share that just yet. He'd wait and see.
"I exercise, spend time with acquaintances, spend time with my sister...occasionally I go out," Brian listed. "At Fettes I participated in athletics. Nothing too interesting, I am afraid."
"Acquaintances not friends? Interesting phrasing." Anders commented as he started shifting to rearrange himself on the bed, still sprawled out as much as he could.
"I suppose a few of them are friends. But I've not been here long."
"I hear you've been dating." His feet were now on his pillow (sans shoes of course) and his head hanging of the foot of the bed looking up at the now upside down Brian.
Brian considered Anders a moment. He'd not told him anything of that sort. Betsy likely hadn't either. So he was left wondering how the New Zealander might know. Asking him about it, though, might also open him up to any number of questions that Brian would not feel proper answering. It had been a lovely evening, but he was a gentleman, after all.
"Is that so?"
"It's what I heard, you're not going to confirm it? Spoil my fun." The tipsy blonde grumbled quite happily before grinning wickedly "Then again they do say its always the quiet ones..."
"I fear even asking what the end of that sentence might be," Brian muttered. More audibly then, "and where did you hear such a thing?"
"Jeanne-Marie, we get along quite well." He was told happily.
He'd heard directly from Jeanne-Marie herself? Without even realizing it, Brian sat forward a bit, suddenly immensely interested in what, precisely, Anders had heard. "And what did she tell you, exactly?"
Of course Anders noticed the reaction, how could he not? After all Brian was hardly subtle about it.
He rolled over right way up and the room span with him and continued to spin for a while after though he did his best to ignore. "Oh so now you want to talk to me!"
But how much would or should he say? Oh the power, oh the suspense!
"You wanted to talk to me," Brian reminded his roommate. "I've merely provided the opportunity."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah." Anders waved a hand vaguely to show how little details like that meant to him. "Look, mate, I know we're not exactly..."
Not exactly making progress would have been how Brian completed that sentence. How annoyingly unobliging of the Kiwi, to beat around the bush this way. After all, Brian's question had been fairly clear. Still, he wanted his answer, so instead of heading into that skirmish, he simply gestured for Anders to continue.
"Close." Anders finished before sitting up properly with A Very Serious Expression. This was harder to do than he'd expected whilst still fucked up and finding it all so fucking funny. Maybe he should've signed up to drama class...
"Look, I dunno man. Are you really into her because I don't wanna see anyone get hurt. You seem like a nice bloke." He said sincerely with a hint of concern as he fought to keep the Very Serious Expression in place. He was going to get through this, damnit.
"I'm fond of her," Brian hedged, "Yes. I am certain, however, that I can withstand whatever it is you heard."
"You're not the only guy she's seeing."
He wasn't sure what he'd been expecting, but that certainly hadn't been it. Jeanne-Marie...she was a nice girl, and he'd never thought...
Brian felt as though he'd been dealt a minor physical blow, but outwardly remained stoic. "Really."
"She told me herself, look I wasn't going to say anything but like I said, you're a decent bloke. You've got the right to know what's going on, that you've got competition." Anders pulled himself up and made his way to the fridge. Water. He needed water.
"And did she mention who this other man was?" He asked stiffly. It still hardly felt real, and quite honestly he was not inclined to take Anders entirely at face value. Nevertheless, though, he felt the need to know.
"Yeah, uh, pretty boy. The Brazilian guy." Anders was shit with names at the best of times, when he was still two sheets to the wind from the niht before? He was even less reliable with them.
"DaCosta."
That helped ring a bell "Bobby? Yeah...actually yeah, that makes sense. I met him at the dance and he said-" Ander cut himself off when he suddenly realised he was having the revelation out loud. He'd clean forgotten about what had been said on Valentine's day. Let's face it, the coke had been more interesting than the chatter.
"Go on," Brian instructed.
"What? Oh he was stressing out, fallen out with a girl or something. Wasn't sure if they were dating or not, was annoyed that people hadn't told him they were on dates. Something like that. I guess it must have been Jeanne-Marie?" He shrugged, before adding "That was my first week, I barely knew anyone. I'd forgotten it happened."
So Roberto DaCosta was both childish and stupid, perhaps. Lovely. Well, then. "Well, thank you for telling me."
Anders took a swig of his water and then nodded "I was right to say something, wasn't I?"
"Of course." Had Brian not wanted to know, he would not have asked. And perhaps it was something of a violation of Jeanne-Marie's confidences, but it was a matter of his concern, after all.
Brian's lack of outward reaction was a serious disappointment to Anders who'd at least expected something. Leaning against his desk as he tore off the label for the bottle, he asked "What're you going to do?"
"Talk to her, I suppose," Brian decided, outwardly unmoved but internally panicking. He'd very little experience with this sort of thing, how was one supposed to handle this sort of incident. He thought himself a bar better choice than Roberto DaCosta, truth be told, but he could hardly force her to agree. Though he badly wanted her to. "I've no idea how else to go about it."
Anders nodded "Probably best not to hunt down pretty boy," Though he really hoped Brian would. That'd be fun to watch. Liven up the place a bit too. "She's a sweet girl, or seems it, she'll probably be straight with you."
"I agree." He stood, and looked down at his roommate. "I apologize for being short, but I need to clear my head. If you would excuse me."
He grabbed a coat, and nodded in Anders' direction before reaching for the door.
Anders groaned and flopped back on his bed as the door swung shut. That wasn't as good as he'd hoped, what the fuck was going to entertain him now?
It had been light for some time when Anders got back to the room, a touch worse for wear but still in a great mood that was only helped by the healthy buzz he still had going. Or not so healthy and entirely produced by white wine, lager and whatever those pills had been. He hasn't slept but he had gotten lucky so who cared about sleep right? Sleep was for the dead and the boring. And the dead boring. Speaking of which...
Brian glanced over from his laptop when his roommate came in. Seemed that he'd had a rather late night, hadn't he? Since he'd not been there last night when Brian had come to sleep nor when he'd awaken.
"Good morning," he said, voice mildly disapproving.
"A very good one." Anders agreed as he flopped onto his bed with a groan. "How've you been?" Anders didn't actually see a huge amount of his room-mate for more than a few reasons.
"I'm quite well, thank you."
He propped himself up on his elbows watching Brian closely "Whatcha doing?" He sing-singed cheerfully.
"Responding to emails," the Brit replied. He glanced over and, finding Anders' eyes on him, shut the laptop and turned around. "Can I help you?"
"Aren't I allowed to talk to you? We live together and I feel like I barely know you." Anders pointed out, expression clear and almost innocent though his eyes were telling to anyone with experience.
Living with people one hardly knew was not particularly unusual, at least to Brian's understanding. After all, he'd known his family of course, but he'd hardly known the staff that had lived there. And at Fettes, he'd not paid close attention to anyone other than his friends, no matter how close others had lived to his quarters.
"I was not under the impression you wanted to know me." Brian said, shrugging. "You're not exactly easy to converse with." He was possibly mimicking the way Brian spoke a little but not in a mocking way. Not for the moment at least. "I feel like I know your twin better and I've only spoken to her once."
"She's a better conversationalist than I am." He crossed his legs and leaned back slightly in his chair. "But still, pray tell, how well do you believe you know my sister?'
"Not very well at all, that's my point." Anders smirked back "Worry not I have made no unwanted advances on your sister. I may enjoy taking risks but I am not suicidal."
"I can appreciate your self-preservation." Brian's voice was dry, but he actually meant what he said. Far be it from him to interfere in his sister's romantic life - okay, not really 'far', but nonetheless - but...not Anders. "What do you wish to know, then, about me?"
"I dunno, just something that tells me there's stuff going on other than schoolwork? Yes, I know it's important to you." God had he had that lecture too much already "Bladdy blah, fast forward. What else is there? Just give me something to work with here.”
Of course he knew about Jeanne-Marie, knew more than Brian in fact but he might not share that just yet. He'd wait and see.
"I exercise, spend time with acquaintances, spend time with my sister...occasionally I go out," Brian listed. "At Fettes I participated in athletics. Nothing too interesting, I am afraid."
"Acquaintances not friends? Interesting phrasing." Anders commented as he started shifting to rearrange himself on the bed, still sprawled out as much as he could.
"I suppose a few of them are friends. But I've not been here long."
"I hear you've been dating." His feet were now on his pillow (sans shoes of course) and his head hanging of the foot of the bed looking up at the now upside down Brian.
Brian considered Anders a moment. He'd not told him anything of that sort. Betsy likely hadn't either. So he was left wondering how the New Zealander might know. Asking him about it, though, might also open him up to any number of questions that Brian would not feel proper answering. It had been a lovely evening, but he was a gentleman, after all.
"Is that so?"
"It's what I heard, you're not going to confirm it? Spoil my fun." The tipsy blonde grumbled quite happily before grinning wickedly "Then again they do say its always the quiet ones..."
"I fear even asking what the end of that sentence might be," Brian muttered. More audibly then, "and where did you hear such a thing?"
"Jeanne-Marie, we get along quite well." He was told happily.
He'd heard directly from Jeanne-Marie herself? Without even realizing it, Brian sat forward a bit, suddenly immensely interested in what, precisely, Anders had heard. "And what did she tell you, exactly?"
Of course Anders noticed the reaction, how could he not? After all Brian was hardly subtle about it.
He rolled over right way up and the room span with him and continued to spin for a while after though he did his best to ignore. "Oh so now you want to talk to me!"
But how much would or should he say? Oh the power, oh the suspense!
"You wanted to talk to me," Brian reminded his roommate. "I've merely provided the opportunity."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah." Anders waved a hand vaguely to show how little details like that meant to him. "Look, mate, I know we're not exactly..."
Not exactly making progress would have been how Brian completed that sentence. How annoyingly unobliging of the Kiwi, to beat around the bush this way. After all, Brian's question had been fairly clear. Still, he wanted his answer, so instead of heading into that skirmish, he simply gestured for Anders to continue.
"Close." Anders finished before sitting up properly with A Very Serious Expression. This was harder to do than he'd expected whilst still fucked up and finding it all so fucking funny. Maybe he should've signed up to drama class...
"Look, I dunno man. Are you really into her because I don't wanna see anyone get hurt. You seem like a nice bloke." He said sincerely with a hint of concern as he fought to keep the Very Serious Expression in place. He was going to get through this, damnit.
"I'm fond of her," Brian hedged, "Yes. I am certain, however, that I can withstand whatever it is you heard."
"You're not the only guy she's seeing."
He wasn't sure what he'd been expecting, but that certainly hadn't been it. Jeanne-Marie...she was a nice girl, and he'd never thought...
Brian felt as though he'd been dealt a minor physical blow, but outwardly remained stoic. "Really."
"She told me herself, look I wasn't going to say anything but like I said, you're a decent bloke. You've got the right to know what's going on, that you've got competition." Anders pulled himself up and made his way to the fridge. Water. He needed water.
"And did she mention who this other man was?" He asked stiffly. It still hardly felt real, and quite honestly he was not inclined to take Anders entirely at face value. Nevertheless, though, he felt the need to know.
"Yeah, uh, pretty boy. The Brazilian guy." Anders was shit with names at the best of times, when he was still two sheets to the wind from the niht before? He was even less reliable with them.
"DaCosta."
That helped ring a bell "Bobby? Yeah...actually yeah, that makes sense. I met him at the dance and he said-" Ander cut himself off when he suddenly realised he was having the revelation out loud. He'd clean forgotten about what had been said on Valentine's day. Let's face it, the coke had been more interesting than the chatter.
"Go on," Brian instructed.
"What? Oh he was stressing out, fallen out with a girl or something. Wasn't sure if they were dating or not, was annoyed that people hadn't told him they were on dates. Something like that. I guess it must have been Jeanne-Marie?" He shrugged, before adding "That was my first week, I barely knew anyone. I'd forgotten it happened."
So Roberto DaCosta was both childish and stupid, perhaps. Lovely. Well, then. "Well, thank you for telling me."
Anders took a swig of his water and then nodded "I was right to say something, wasn't I?"
"Of course." Had Brian not wanted to know, he would not have asked. And perhaps it was something of a violation of Jeanne-Marie's confidences, but it was a matter of his concern, after all.
Brian's lack of outward reaction was a serious disappointment to Anders who'd at least expected something. Leaning against his desk as he tore off the label for the bottle, he asked "What're you going to do?"
"Talk to her, I suppose," Brian decided, outwardly unmoved but internally panicking. He'd very little experience with this sort of thing, how was one supposed to handle this sort of incident. He thought himself a bar better choice than Roberto DaCosta, truth be told, but he could hardly force her to agree. Though he badly wanted her to. "I've no idea how else to go about it."
Anders nodded "Probably best not to hunt down pretty boy," Though he really hoped Brian would. That'd be fun to watch. Liven up the place a bit too. "She's a sweet girl, or seems it, she'll probably be straight with you."
"I agree." He stood, and looked down at his roommate. "I apologize for being short, but I need to clear my head. If you would excuse me."
He grabbed a coat, and nodded in Anders' direction before reaching for the door.
Anders groaned and flopped back on his bed as the door swung shut. That wasn't as good as he'd hoped, what the fuck was going to entertain him now?
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