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[behavioural]

I'm not going to stop you. You already said that you can't stay here.

( he still has enough gall to sound exasperated. )

I'm coming with you.

[meca]

I'll get in trouble if I sleep over too much. Just like you'll get in trouble. And if you're going to sign me later, I don't want you to have a shit record going into it.

( so no rule breaking. at least not yet. maybe later. )

One of his rules is to not tell him about my bedroom exploits. You think he'd be happy and not say shit to someone like you staying in my room just a few walls away from his?

[behavioural]

( he seriously could not give a single crap about what makes oliver's dominant happy or not happy.

what he would like to do is snap the fucker's neck, dismember his body and feed him to the goddamn fishes. )

I'm hearing a lot of can'ts, Oli. You know how I feel about that fuckin' word. ( this is gonna drive him up the wall, mate. not good. )

[meca]

( see he was about to storm off. make a bigger mess of it. see what pierce opted to do to fix it later. but oliver realizes belatedly that he. left his shirt back at his apartment, and he's not going back upstairs.

he would have remembered it, if it wasn't for the stupid threats pierce was throwing at him. if he wasn't rushing down here to make sure it was pierce. a little too late for that. so he. raises a hand out. palm up. )

Give me your shirt.

[behavioural]

( he narrows his eyes at oliver for a whole ass minute.

probably because he has a pretty good idea what he plans to do. but ultimately, pierce loses out to his guilt. (he's really starting to hate the feeling.) grabbing onto the back of his collar, he tugs his shirt off in one fluid motion, revealing a well-defined build beneath the dark fabric.

he tosses the shirt over to oli without a word, his lips curved into a disgruntled line. )

[meca]

( he could take the elevator back up. grab something, then head back down. he could also just fucking leave and deal with it. but pierce is hot and he's mad and the abs definitely help the irritation. so thanks for that.

oliver reaches out and catches the shirt, pulling it on over his head and shoving his arms through the right arm holes before he's turning back around towards the door. )

Don't get involved in my shit. Okay? I'll pull you in when I'm in a position where I can. You know how much I like watching you punch other people's faces in, why the hell would I take that away from myself if I didn't have to?

[behavioural]

( yw

there is no way he is not getting into a fight the moment oliver disappears out that door. he doesn't care if he has to start one at a bar or out in the middle of the fucking street, but he needs to feel his knuckles getting busted wide open right now.

it may temporarily quell the thunderous storm brewing inside of him.

he doesn't try to stop oli from going. doesn't answer him either. they both know that pierce will listen to him. he always listens to him — at least when it matters. instead, he turns toward the direction of his bedroom. if he's gonna head out, then he needs to put on a freaking shirt first. )

[meca]

Text me when you decide to stop hiding shit.

( because for now he's raising a hand up, waving back towards pierce before he's--opening the door leading out of the apartment and taking off. at least he knows pierce is here. that's a huge relief in of itself. it means he's got a plan, going forward. )