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sortinghat_logs2012-07-28 03:31 pm
allamericanreject) wrote in sortinghat_logs2012-07-28 03:31 pm
You don't do things like that...
WHO: Alfred F. Jones and Arthur Kirkland
TONE: ACCUSATORY? Eheh...
RATING: PG-13 because CURSING
WHEN: Backlogged to July 27th
WHERE: Camp! \o/
WHAT: So it's a day after the whole camp busted out and had their "funtime" in the town. And Alfred's nosy as to where his bunkmate was all night, as if he should be asking when he was out all night too.
STATUS: Ongoing
Alfred had no idea what to think about what had happened the night before. He felt like he should have had more control of his thoughts and emotions than this, and it was just plain frustrating how he didn't.
Here he was, staring at the ceiling and wondering where the hell Arthur had been while he himself was out with Amelia. Sure, Alfred would go out and do things during the night, but Arthur wasn't that sort. Alfred expected him to sit around and be a useless lump in the cabin, not HAVE FUN.
What frustrated him even more was that Arthur wasn't in his bed or even anywhere to be found in the cabin. It shouldn't have bothered him, and he shouldn't have gotten dressed and stormed out of bed and through the camp looking for the bushy-browed blonde.
But he did, and he was going to find out where Arthur had been because it was eating him up not knowing.
TONE: ACCUSATORY? Eheh...
RATING: PG-13 because CURSING
WHEN: Backlogged to July 27th
WHERE: Camp! \o/
WHAT: So it's a day after the whole camp busted out and had their "funtime" in the town. And Alfred's nosy as to where his bunkmate was all night, as if he should be asking when he was out all night too.
STATUS: Ongoing
Alfred had no idea what to think about what had happened the night before. He felt like he should have had more control of his thoughts and emotions than this, and it was just plain frustrating how he didn't.
Here he was, staring at the ceiling and wondering where the hell Arthur had been while he himself was out with Amelia. Sure, Alfred would go out and do things during the night, but Arthur wasn't that sort. Alfred expected him to sit around and be a useless lump in the cabin, not HAVE FUN.
What frustrated him even more was that Arthur wasn't in his bed or even anywhere to be found in the cabin. It shouldn't have bothered him, and he shouldn't have gotten dressed and stormed out of bed and through the camp looking for the bushy-browed blonde.
But he did, and he was going to find out where Arthur had been because it was eating him up not knowing.
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The stereotype did him no favours, but there were good people who just happened to be placed in Slytherin because they had the ambition and ruthless drive to succeed that Salazar Slytherin would have so highly prized. It didn't mean they were all bad people.
"You are an arsehole, Alfred, and it's no less than I'd expect from a sodding Gryff--."
He shut his mouth with enough force that his teeth clicked together, and his face flooded red.
"Well I don't bloody tolerate you because I hate you, do I?!"
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Now who's got the red-face? Alfred was practically glowing and he couldn't look Arthur in the eye at all. Why?! Why had he said that just now, did he really have to lack a damn filter when he was nervous?
"So. Uhm. I'm...I think. Uh..."
No you didn't think. That's why you're in all this trouble and you feel like melting into the floor Alfred Jones.
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He was yelling back at Alfred at the same time as he was being shouted at, but he caught the last thing the other teen said. It was a wonder he was still functioning at all, with the amount of blood that had to be in his face right now.
And, of course, he reacted completely within reason, and gave Alfred a hard shove, both hands against his chest.
"Stop fucking with me, Jones! I've had it up to here with you!"
Dramatic Teenager ==> Abscond
"I'm not fucking with you! I was just telling you because...!! A-AGH, FORGET IT, FINE! BE THAT WAY. JUST...JUST FORGET I EVEN SAID IT! FUCK YOU, KIRKLAND!"
Alfred couldn't take this shit anymore. He deserved to be rejected, but it still hurt his feelings. He didn't even have it in him to get up and shove Arthur back. Instead he got up and whirled around, running towards the cabin before Arthur could see anymore of his embarrassment.