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Post by Lars Van Dyke on Nov 19, 2011 21:16:39 GMT -5
Lars was in love with instant messaging, usually since conversations were always short, sweet, and to the point ... much like talking to the Dutchman in real life. His cellphone wasn't anything too extravagant, some cheap and simple that performed all of the basic tasks it was supposed to.
Calling, Texting, Photos.
He sat in his rolling chair in front of the beige office computer, since he knew Antonio was at work, he merely scrolled through his contacts for any source of entertainment in the boring, drab office building.
It'd be pathetic to ever say, that yes, Lars only had four contacts.
Antonio was probably working.
He could never hold a conversation with a mother who had alzheimer's.
Mathaias was usually practicing around this time.
All that was left was ...
"Broer, I need you to do something for me. :I"
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Post by Sven De Ruyter on Nov 20, 2011 1:17:06 GMT -5
Class was boring. There was no getting around that fact. Class was boring and he already studied this last week when he thought he'd be out of town for this weekend. He could have ditched class today, but he really couldn't afford any more missed classes than necessary. Lars would kick his ass if he kept ditching. He'd already explained the situation to his teacher, who didn't really approve of his reasoning, but there wasn't anything the old man could do about it. There was no attendance policy for the class, and like hell the old man could get away with making a rule for one student. Besides, Sven was a good enough student that his lack attendance didn't really effect his grades.
But none of this really matter. Sven was bored. He'd tried to sit still and stay awake, maybe even take notes, but that wasn't really working out. He texted some of his friends from the agency, but two of them were...occupied, and the other one was complaining about his girlfriend leaving him or something. Sven didn't really care. That's what the man got for going home with someone else after the last agency party.
Just as he was about to give up and go to sleep, his phone buzzed. Lars was texting him? Sven was hardly aware that Lars had a phone, let alone knew how to use it. As far as he could tell, his brother was technologically inept. He tapped back a quick response, now happy with some sort of entertainment. "What do you want? I'm already giving you a place to live. If you're going to tell me to pick up condoms on the way home, I'm going to smother you in your sleep." He was smiling the whole time he typed.
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Post by Lars Van Dyke on Nov 20, 2011 6:06:06 GMT -5
Lars typed away on the keyboard as the figured easily appeared on the screen in front of him, electronically and ever a efficiently taking care of any sort of transactions the hospital underwent in the past couple of months, in a matter of five minutes.
Lars was good at his job, didn't mean he liked it.
And so, when the familiar vibration went off in his pocket he was thankful, never one to loligag but if he had the free time, what was so wrong about it ? There were also important things that his mind constantly wandered to that he could not entirely focus on his work.
He opened the text and scanned it over, immidiately reclining in his chair and releasing an airy scoff.
"Dumbass..."
He slid his phone open and typed away on the keys.
Shut up. We both know you don't use condoms anyway.
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Post by Sven De Ruyter on Nov 20, 2011 9:03:27 GMT -5
Sven snorted loudly, causing his professor to stop the lesson and glare at him. He'd have to be a but more stealthy if he wanted to keep texting in class. Sven slouched back in his seat and propped the phone up on his leg and the desk and resumed his texting, pausing only occasionally to glance up and the professor to nod meaningfully as though he were actually paying attention.
"It's not my fault they say no. At least I give them the option. Also, stop having sex with Antonio in my bed if you're not going to share him."
So Sven and Lars had to share a bed, since the apartment was too small to hold another, but that still wasn't a good reason for Lars to get the sheets dirty. Sven only liked dirty sheets when he was involved.
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Post by Lars Van Dyke on Nov 21, 2011 5:13:14 GMT -5
The vibration went off once again near his computer, expecting a text from his brother but instead, it was his alarm telling him he was on lunch break. Thank God.
The Dutchman stood, the chair rolling out with ease across bland tiles, stepping out from behind the desk and pushing it back into its booth. Lars lazily ran a hand through gravity-defying ash blonde tresses, taking the cellular device with him and pocketing it before making his way through the vast hospital hallways and into the lunchroom, where dozens of people awaited use of the microwave.
With better service in the miniature cafeteria anyway, Lars once again felt the phone go off and slid it open, not before snickering at the text message.
But it'll be their fault when they have an STD. And the couch is too small, broer. Have a heart :(
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Post by Sven De Ruyter on Nov 24, 2011 2:28:03 GMT -5
Now satisfied that he could text peacefully without the professor noticing his lack of attention, Sven tapped away at his phone. Between texts from his brother, he would scroll through all the pictures on his phone, which were generally taken when he was drunk or high on something, if his expression in the images said anything at all. He was half tempted to delete them all, as he had a tendency to do when he saw pictures of himself he didn't like, but the memories behind the pictures had protected them on his phone for the last few weeks. So he had that stupid smile on his face and his arm looped around someone in each picture. The one exception to this being the picture he'd snapped with Mathias in the clothing store in Copenhagen, when he'd only restrained himself out of respect for personal space. He didn't really know the Dane, who seemed to be some sort of athletic celebrity, and that was enough to make him keep his hands to himself.
After a few moments of scrolling through his phone, it vibrated again, indicating a new message. He snorted. While he tended not to wear condoms, simply because his partners refused them or he was too drunk to remember, he didn't have any STDs that he knew of. He was vaguely worried about catching something, but everyone insisted they were clean, and he took their word for it. If Lars hadn't been so dedicated to Antonio all these years, he'd be more worried about his brother catching something than himself.
"Just because you and Antonio don't really need condoms doesn't mean you can look down on me for skipping it every now and then," he tapped, "And I'll have a heart when you stop hiding my hairbrush. What if I hid your stash?"
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Post by Lars Van Dyke on Nov 24, 2011 21:02:44 GMT -5
When it was Lars' turn to use the microwave, the Dutchman placed a plastic container containing leftover's from last night's dinner, pressing the appropriate buttons and allowing it to sit in the machine for two minutes. While waiting for his rice, beans, corn and steak, curteousy of his loving boyfriend, the ash blonde made his way to the vending machine and dug his hand into his pocket, deft fingertips brushing the corners of leather material and finally pulling out his wallet.
He took out one euro and inserted it into the vending machine, awaiting a beverage in return.
... Lars let out a huff of frustration, a vein rising in his forehead when his bottle of lemonade jammed itself.
"... Fuck you." The ash blonde growled at the machine, giving it a forceful kick that bent the toes behind his shoes back a bit.
However, a few kinks sounded behind the machine, and soon enough, his juice fell threw and he smiled in appreciation, just in time as the beeps went off from the microwave.
He leaned down to grab his bottle, making his way back to the microwave in even strides, before sitting down with his plastic fork and delicious food in hand.
Just as he was about to take his first bite, the Dutchman's cellphone went off, rolling his eyes and sticking the fork between his teeth anyway, before setting it down and sliding open the cellphone.
He visibly widened his eyes.
Don't joke like that. You don't even know where it is. Anyway
Lars scoffed a bit, as fun as it was toying with his brother, they were both straying away from his point.
Pay attention, broer. Are you in class ?
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Post by Sven De Ruyter on Dec 10, 2011 7:31:47 GMT -5
Lars could be such a pain in the ass. Who the hell said he got to boss Sven around and tell him to pay attention in class even after he was the one who texted Sven in the first place. He sucked his bottom lip and slouched in his seat. Emma told him to pay attention in his classes too, but she always seemed so much nicer about it. Lars just nagged because he could.
Puffing out a long breath he tapped out his reply.
"What do you think I've been feeding to the neighbor's dog to shut it up? Have a little faith in me, I'm paying attention. Now what do you need? Or are you just texting me to be an asshole?"
Just as he hit reply, a loud smack on the desk alerted him to the fact that he had been caught texting in class again. He smiled and tucked his phone back into his pocket and looked at his textbook, waiting for another buzz indicated the next text message.
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Post by Lars Van Dyke on Dec 10, 2011 17:55:50 GMT -5
Lars took a bite of his food, idly chewing and swallowing thickly. The bland lunch room doing nothing for to improve his mood, and Sven's attitude was also wearing down thickly on his patience.
He wondered if his brother was still peeved about him moving out, still, there was nothing Lars could exactly do about it.
Swallowing thickly, he set his fork down and picked up his phone upon the alarming vibration.
Really, he wasn't texting the smaller Dutchman to ask about his day or tell him to pay attention, but did he really have to call him an asshole ? God, what a diva. Lars decided to cut straight to the point.
I need you to find out Antonio's ring size for me.
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Post by Sven De Ruyter on Dec 10, 2011 19:40:01 GMT -5
The next text had Sven's arms flailing, his legs kicked the desk in front of him and he tipped back in his chair to the ground with a loud "WHAT?!". Needless to say, the professor was not pleased and immediately demanded he leave the room. Sven wasn't listening. He was staring at his phone. Once the text caught up with him, he rounded a finger at the professor with a simple "Wait." He took a deep breath, glanced at the text again, then snatched up his belongings and ran--or rather, limped--out of the room.
"How the hell do you not know your boyfriend's ring size?" He practically punched into the phone. He was pacing back and forth down the hall, debating whether or not he should go grab his bike and go home, but he was hardly in a good mindset to be riding his bike. "How am I supposed to find out his ring size anyway?" Not that Sven didn't already have a plan formulating. He was feeling lively today, his brain at full capacity. He knew what he'd do to get that ring size, and Lars would probably hate him for it, but it was certainly stealthy. "If I do this for you, then you owe me big time." But Sven was more than happy to do this for his brother. This meant that Antonio would finally be a part of the family, and that's what he really wanted. He took a shuddering breath and typed out the last bit, "Give me two days and I'll have it."
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Post by Lars Van Dyke on Dec 16, 2011 0:34:54 GMT -5
Lars picked up his fork between long, nimble fingers and took another bite of his food, his sunned irises regretably trailing upward at the clock on the wall to see he only had ten more minutes of his lunch break left. Swallowing thickly, he picked up his bottle of lemonade and took a bitter sip of it.
Feeling the familiar buzz of his phone in his pocket, he slid it open once more and audibly scoffed a he took another bite of his food. Sven sounded skeptical, and to be honest, the Dutchman feared asking him of a favor in the first place since .. he did not owe him any favors. Still, he also expected the smaller Dutchman to ask for something in return. And of course, Sven did want something .. Lars was able to provide ... pretty much anything on his budget, which wasn't much.
Ring size doesn't exactly come up in conversation. And .... well, I'm not ... I can't ask without being obvious. And I know you .. can. So yeah."
He knew there'd be a catch.
Fine. As long as it's not too expensive, or doesn't involve sex with Antonio.
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Post by Sven De Ruyter on Dec 20, 2011 1:16:40 GMT -5
After a good 5 minutes pacing in front of his bike, Sven finally unlocked it and climbed on. He sincerely hoped no one would get in the way of his death race home, where he planned to call up Antonio and get that ring size in the most fulfilling way possible. He doubted anyone else knew about exactly how well his mouth could stay in shape around anything inserted, but he certainly didn't mind using this skill to help his brother out, and get closer to Antonio while he was as it. This would probably be his last chance to try anything with Antonio.
After all, Antonio was going to marry Sven's brother. That thought was depressing for so many reasons. It would be stupid to deny Sven's infatuation with Antonio from the moment he first met the Spaniard. Even though he knew his brother was in love with Antonio, and Antonio, him, Sven's crush didn't die out. Even after he met Afonso, Sven still wanted...something from Antonio. He wanted something from Lars too, but that was a very different something.
"I get it. And I'm not going to have sex with him--" not really "--and it will be completely free." Except for Sven's devastation at his brother marrying Antonio. So Sven was a selfish person, he could live with that, as long as he didn't actually get in a way his brother's proposal.
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Post by Lars Van Dyke on Jan 4, 2012 23:12:25 GMT -5
Lars was slightly taken back that his brother expected nothing, yet ... it did not feel like the complete truth. The dutchman knew Sven was a selfish, spoiled brat, and it would not stop for a second, especially involving a huge favor for him. Also, knowing the tinier Dutchman's infatuation with the Spaniard, Lars swallowed the prideful lump in his throat and tentatively texted back.
Dank je :)
The Dutchman finished eating his food and put the lid back on his tubaware, before standing up and promptly going back to work.
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