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poly_chromatic2013-01-31 10:10 pm
mumbled_truth) wrote in poly_chromatic2013-01-31 10:10 pm
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║ eighty-fifth stanza ║ action
[ at the library | open ]
[ As Todd goes about his business today, he's in a particularly foul mood. He's clearly annoyed with some of the library's more demanding individuals, going so far as to outright snap at people - clearly, he's far more willing to assert himself verbally than he typically is.
You probably won't be inclined to ask him for help after one of these displays. You might wonder what the hell is going on if you've ever so much as glanced at him before. ]
[ in the city | open ]
[ It's not quite the end of his shift, but he's had it with dealing with people. He's stalking through the streets with a furrowed brow and a frown, glaring at anything that happens to place itself in his immediate line of vision. He doesn't glance around, as he's clearly not interested in anything going on around him. He's interested in getting home as quickly as possible, and far away from people. ]
[ at the apartment | justin & neil ]
[ Todd's arrival home is punctuated by a slamming of the door. His coat is unceremoniously thrown on the table nearest the entrance with little regard for whatever else may be on the table, and then he stomps his way through to slump on the couch.
He's not doing anything just yet, simply... death glaring at the wall. ]
[ As Todd goes about his business today, he's in a particularly foul mood. He's clearly annoyed with some of the library's more demanding individuals, going so far as to outright snap at people - clearly, he's far more willing to assert himself verbally than he typically is.
You probably won't be inclined to ask him for help after one of these displays. You might wonder what the hell is going on if you've ever so much as glanced at him before. ]
[ in the city | open ]
[ It's not quite the end of his shift, but he's had it with dealing with people. He's stalking through the streets with a furrowed brow and a frown, glaring at anything that happens to place itself in his immediate line of vision. He doesn't glance around, as he's clearly not interested in anything going on around him. He's interested in getting home as quickly as possible, and far away from people. ]
[ at the apartment | justin & neil ]
[ Todd's arrival home is punctuated by a slamming of the door. His coat is unceremoniously thrown on the table nearest the entrance with little regard for whatever else may be on the table, and then he stomps his way through to slump on the couch.
He's not doing anything just yet, simply... death glaring at the wall. ]
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Hey. [And, after a beat, because Todd doesn't look very happy,] You all right?
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Fine.
[He spits it out in one short, venomous syllable.]
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That doesn't sound fine.
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[And now he's just getting testier.]
Why can't you ever just leave me alone?
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It's real anger, and Neil doesn't understand why.]
Because if something's wrong I wanna know about it.
[So he can fix it. Because, you know, he loves you, Todd. Is that a problem?]
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[That is more than simple irritation indeed; there's absolute simmering rage behind it.]
You need to know everything. I can't even write something without you digging it up and doing whatever you feel like with it.
[And his eyes narrow, that glare now aimed squarely at Neil.]
You can't handle there being any part of my life that you don't know about or have some kind of control over.
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That's not true!
[Or is it? To a certain extent, Todd's not wrong; but it's not about control, it's about not wanting the other boy to bury himself in uncertainty. And at this point, to an extent-- at least as far as Neil sees it, which might not be the full picture-- it's become a bit of a game.
He doesn't even do anything, with those rejected poems. He smooths them out and stacks them somewhere, because someday Todd might regret having judged them so harshly.]
Where'd all this come from?
[He stands up, a note of desperate accusation in his voice, because this makes no sense. It's sudden. There's no curse, as far as he can see, so it's not easily brushed aside.]
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It didn't come from anywhere.
[He still doesn't look at Neil. He's just fuming.]
It's how it's always been. Maybe I'm just sick of it.
[Any part of Todd that's not currently affected would be screaming right now. But there is no unaffected part that has any say in anything.]
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Fine.
[Maybe they don't talk about their relationship much, but he'd at least have thought they could trust each other. He stands there for a moment, breathing hard, heart pounding (and isn't that a cruel joke, right now?) before stalking down the hallway and slamming the bedroom door.]
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He's just happy to be alone.]
at the library;
The ten year-old approaches him quietly.]
Excuse me, sir? Do you know where the history section is today?
at the library;
I am so sorry.He glances at her with a scowl.]Wherever it feels like being.
at the library;
Oh. Um... do you know where that is?
at the library;
No. I don't. You know it doesn't even stay in the same place all day, don't you? And who even knows if the section is all together? It might all be in one place one minute and when you look again, half of it's moved somewhere else. I might find it and then when you go to look at it, it'll be gone again.
at the library;
[She backs away. Maybe she'll just learn what biochemistry is.]
at the library;
[His tone does not suggest that he really is.]
at the library;
[She'll just... go read those books full of words that she doesn't know...]
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What's going on?
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[Full-on glowering now. He's kinda fed up.]
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Never mind.
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Just leave me alone and I won't.
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Be alone, Todd. Geez.]