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sortinghat_logs2012-08-17 08:48 pm
plushaeusrumpified) wrote in sortinghat_logs2012-08-17 08:48 pm
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Being a parent is hard.
WHO: Bro Strider, Sal Vantas
TONE: Seemingly dramatic actually kind of sad.
RATING: R for Strider language
WHEN: Backdated to August 9th, around 3 AM.
WHERE: Sal's house
WHAT: Bro is kind of dumb and blowing things out of proportion. But he can't help it because things are kind of stressful and he's stressed the fuck out.
STATUS: Ongoing.
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[It was stupid. He was stupid. Everything was stupid. It was like three in the morning and there he was approaching Sal's front door. He'd waited until everyone was asleep to even leave the house. The last thing he needed was Dave to see him leaving after their argument. It was all blown out of proportion on both ends, but Bro really didn't realize that. He legitimately felt horrible for what happened, especially considering he knew that Dave cared a lot about John. He'd come so close to ruining that.
After everything they'd gone through, Bro was honestly trying to make things better with Dave. He was actually trying to be a good dad, but he kept fucking that up. He fucked up a lot of things. That was probably why he was blowing it out of proportion and making it bigger than what it was. Because shit kept happening. It felt more serious than what it was to him because he'd gotten so used to fucking things up.
He was just... scared of losing Dave. He was scared of losing both his kids.
Bro stood in front of the door to Sal's house and took in a deep breath. He wasn't even thinking of the time. This was important; surely Sal would understand, right? Sal was honestly the only person Bro could go to for this kind of thing. Or any kind of thing, to be perfectly honest. Aside from Sybille, anyway. He didn't even know where she lived, though. Sal was overall the better option.
He raised his fist and knocked on the door several times, making sure it was loud enough that Sal would be able to hear. Or Di. He really wasn't sure who the hell would answer the door. After knocking, he shoved his hands inside of his pockets and waited.
TONE: Seemingly dramatic actually kind of sad.
RATING: R for Strider language
WHEN: Backdated to August 9th, around 3 AM.
WHERE: Sal's house
WHAT: Bro is kind of dumb and blowing things out of proportion. But he can't help it because things are kind of stressful and he's stressed the fuck out.
STATUS: Ongoing.
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[It was stupid. He was stupid. Everything was stupid. It was like three in the morning and there he was approaching Sal's front door. He'd waited until everyone was asleep to even leave the house. The last thing he needed was Dave to see him leaving after their argument. It was all blown out of proportion on both ends, but Bro really didn't realize that. He legitimately felt horrible for what happened, especially considering he knew that Dave cared a lot about John. He'd come so close to ruining that.
After everything they'd gone through, Bro was honestly trying to make things better with Dave. He was actually trying to be a good dad, but he kept fucking that up. He fucked up a lot of things. That was probably why he was blowing it out of proportion and making it bigger than what it was. Because shit kept happening. It felt more serious than what it was to him because he'd gotten so used to fucking things up.
He was just... scared of losing Dave. He was scared of losing both his kids.
Bro stood in front of the door to Sal's house and took in a deep breath. He wasn't even thinking of the time. This was important; surely Sal would understand, right? Sal was honestly the only person Bro could go to for this kind of thing. Or any kind of thing, to be perfectly honest. Aside from Sybille, anyway. He didn't even know where she lived, though. Sal was overall the better option.
He raised his fist and knocked on the door several times, making sure it was loud enough that Sal would be able to hear. Or Di. He really wasn't sure who the hell would answer the door. After knocking, he shoved his hands inside of his pockets and waited.
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But who in their right mind would be at their door this early? It's not as if they had any neighbors within a reasonable distance. Sal rolled out of bed with a small groan, taking a moment to make sure his bedmates were still comfortably asleep before pulling on his robe and meandering downstairs. He doubted whoever was at the door wanted to see him naked.]
Hold on, I'm coming. [Sal finally opened the door, covering his mouth with his forearm to stifle a yawn.] Strider? S'there something wrong? Or is this another surprise doughnut delivery?