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Post by sean michael cutler on Mar 2, 2012 9:43:12 GMT -5
Sean only smirked faintly in response. "That's your dad, yeah? He seemed nice enough." He would have given anything for a proper, secure family upon hitting his teen and preteen years. Even a divorce would have been better than getting a call at school that both your parents had died in the twin towards.
He fixed his shirt a bit, looking curiously around the room.
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Post by nashville 'nash' aspen greer on Mar 2, 2012 13:56:49 GMT -5
Nash nodded, looking over at the door. "He.. lost his l-legs after the war.." He said quietly, then shrugged. He had never been ashamed of his dad. His dad had given him everything his mom refused to. And he hadn't tried to kill him for bringing a boy home who didn't want anything to do with him now. 'You sure protected me the other night..' he thought bitterly.
"H-he's just my dad I guess. Better.. than my mom a-any day." He said with another shrug.
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Post by sean michael cutler on Mar 2, 2012 17:06:22 GMT -5
Sean nodded. "Vetran, huh? He seems like a respectable man." He smiled, stretching his legs out a bit. "Sorry you got it so rough with your mom. I always had good parents before the accident. But I guess foster care kinda ruined me."
He shrugged a bit, huffing, and ran his hand through his hair. "Looks like you turned out pretty alright." Another smile his way.
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Post by nashville 'nash' aspen greer on Mar 2, 2012 18:50:56 GMT -5
"I-if being half.. deaf and y-your lungs failing you is.. alright, I'd hate to s-see your definition of 'bad off'." He teased. He knew it could be much worse. Hell, it was getting worse. His dad couldn't afford his transplants, and his mom refused to pay for anything for a 'queer son'. So he guessed he would have to take it easy. Breathe as little as possible. Or something along those lines.
"F-foster care is.. a bitch. This boy I.. went to school with was in f-foster care.. I wonder if he's even.. still alive." He couldn't help thinking of the boy. He was always coming to school beaten up.
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Post by sean michael cutler on Mar 2, 2012 19:17:42 GMT -5
"Bad off, as in dead?" He smiled just faintly. "Guess it depends on the families you get stuck with. Some are pretty decent, I had a few good ones. Was too much trouble, a rebel. Constantly rehoming me, I was probably worse than the parents. Soo, ending up in jail at eighteen really turned things around.." He shrugged guiltily.
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Post by nashville 'nash' aspen greer on Mar 2, 2012 19:37:57 GMT -5
Nash leaned up, hugging him gently. "I-it's okay. Your parents would.. still be proud.." He said quietly, laying back in the bed. He couldn't help feeling bad for him. He had parents. Yeah, one didn't want him and the other couldn't take care of himself, but he still had parents. He would be devastated if his dad died. His dad was all he really had.
"M-my dad's all I.. got. I would b-be a basket case without him.." He said, looking over at him.
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Post by sean michael cutler on Mar 2, 2012 19:43:14 GMT -5
Sean smiled faintly at the hug, swallowing back his butterflies. Not usual, even with guys he crushed on. "Yeah..I'd hope they would..." He murmured distantly.
The next words and he smiled, leaning over, ruffling Nash's hair. "But he's here, huh? That's all that matters." Blue eyes reflected his smile.
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Post by nashville 'nash' aspen greer on Mar 2, 2012 19:50:44 GMT -5
"K-keep messing up my hair." He said with a smirk, reaching over to mess up his hair in turn. He leaned over, running his fingers through his own hair. He wasn't quite as cold, figuring the fever had broken for now. He moved out from under the covers, kicking off his shoes. He reached behind him, pulling off one shirt, then another before he climbed back into the bed, laying across it on his stomach.
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Post by sean michael cutler on Mar 2, 2012 19:56:59 GMT -5
Sean smirked faintly, shaking out his hair. "I will," He taunted, doing so again before watching Nash get more comfortable. He smiled faintly. "You're pretty cool for a deaf guy." His smile was earnest, clearly poking no fun at all.
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Post by nashville 'nash' aspen greer on Mar 2, 2012 20:11:28 GMT -5
Nash gasped dramatically, pretending to be offended. Then he smiled. He didn't take any offense to it, whereas plenty of other people might have.
"T-thanks." He smiled, stretching out on the bed. He pulled down his shirt that had ridden up at the action. He crawled up behind him, reaching up and messing with his hair again. He smirked, wondering if he was going to get him back.
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