[CLOSED] goodbye means nothing at all.

[chandler teague rowlf]

Chandler had slipped into a near coma, making up for all the years of sleep he had missed. When he woke, he realized he had slept so long, it was the afternoon. And he usually never slept in. But the house was eerily quiet, and he assumed that his brother was at work. He turned over in the bed, looking up at the ceiling as his stomach growled. He finally got out of bed to use the bathroom and wash his face, then walked to the kitchen to get a glass of water.

[terance jayrod rowlf]

Terance groaned, rolling over and eyeing the clock. "Fuck.." He muttered, jumping out of bed, grabbing jeans, a shirt and his scarf. He nearly forgot about Chandler beig there, used to being alone, and scampered out of the room without bothering clean off his chest, just about slammed into him.

[chandler teague rowlf]

Chandler rose his glass above his head, eyeing his brother's bloody chest. "Are you okay?" He asked. "Do we need to make you wear oven mitts to bed?" He raised an eyebrow, watching his brother warily. If he kept hurting himself like this, he might have to be tied down or something.

"That scares me.." He mumbled, looking over at the blank TV. But he didn't bother turning it on, didn't feel like watching TV.

[terance jayrod rowlf]

Terance bit his lip, following his gaze. "Not a first.." He murmured. It had been horrible every night the first few weeks, and gradually his trauma had started to pass. But he was drawing blood again. Biting his lip thoughtfully, he shrugged some and grabbed a paper towel, wiping blood from the welts and scratches. Maybe getting over being burned alive wasn't so easy. He pulled on his jeans and shirt, buttoning it up. Always dressed with his companies clothes when he worked. It only made sense.

[chandler teague rowlf]

Chandler watched him before he laid back on the couch. He felt like it should be the other way around, like he should be the one working and Terance should be staying home. "Take it easy, okay? Don't get so worked up.." He mumbled, taking a sip of his water before he sat it down on the floor in arm's reach. He felt more lazy than anything. Had he known what he had done for the last seven years, he might not have felt so bad about laying around for once.

[terance jayrod rowlf]

"Yeah, yeah," He huffed, smiling faintly as he grabbed his scarf. It was nice, having him back quite honestly. He had almost messed it all up yesterday, too. "Says you, believe me Chan, you deserve to be the one taking it easy. All, spare key it in the drawer there." He nidded to it. "I'll be home about six or seven I think, just have to check the store, make sure everything's running smooth Hard to imagine he was a manager, what with his lack of being social nowadays. "Bye." He grabbed a water and his car keys, locked the door on his way out.

[chandler teague rowlf]

Chandler nodded, chewing on his lip. He didn't feel like he deserved to sit back and be lazy. He thought he needed to get out and get a job, help his brother. He sighed, walking to the fridge. He looked in, staring at it for awhile before he closed it. He walked back into the living room and flipped on the TV, hoping to find something interesting.

[terance jayrod rowlf]

Terance pulled ul at the mall and jumoed out of the truck, heading inside. He waved at Jayson as he passed Hot Topic, slinking towards Aeropostale and into the back room, lulling out the stock clipboard to see what they needed to order. He jumped on to one of the computers and typed in the order reel, jotting down the shipment dates so people knew when to go and grab things. He glanced at the weeks staff list, then left to run and get a coffee.

[chandler teague rowlf]

Chandler decided he didn't want to sit around, and grabbed the house key. He got changed, and left the house, locking the door behind him. He left and started down the road, not sure where he was going or what he was doing, only that he needed to take a walk. He smiled at a few people who waved to him, but mostly kept his head down.

[terance jayrod rowlf]

Terance returned to the store, sipping at his coffee and texting Devan back. He had complained to her how Chandler kept saying they were fucking. She of course, was annoyed considering the things he had said to her before.
He glanced up as a customer came in, smiled. He had let the cashiers take their lunch.