Reuben
is
somewhat lost. Has anyone seen a rogue sheep wandering about?
wakes up and goes out to get the morning newspaper only to see a rogue sheep eating his front lawn...*sigh*
keeps searching and eventually finds the sheep eating Samuel’s lawn. He feels oddly satisfied by said sheep’s choice of target.
already has his razor out and is halfway through writting Reuby is a sh--- He looks up from the other side of the sheep, which he was_
hidden behind. 'G'day Reubarb pie.'
grimaces at the nickname, but is slightly more concerned for the poor animal’s wellbeing. “What are you doing with my sheep?”
turns off the electric razor, ruffling the sheeps fur. 'Just a little trim to even out his coat. You've been neglecting the little bugger.'
*wool orz
doesn't want to think of the attention Samuel would be showing the poor thing. He glares somewhat, a little defensive. "He's fine."
grins, standing up. 'I know he's okay now,' he counters, smile wide in response to the glare.
would be more assured of that if the sheep wasn't still so close to Samuel. He whistles slightly, trying to distract the animal from his_
affectionate butting of Samuel's knees.
scratches the top of the sheeps head before giving it a light tap in the bum. It makes it way over to Reuben and settles beside him. Sam_
smirks.
follows the animal's progress towards him almost disbelievingly. "Traitor," he mutters softly at the sheep, who has the gall to look _
contented from where he's settled.
Christian
is
beyond amused by this whole spectacle. He looks at the grass, smiling in satisfaction... 'Well it did need a cut.'
takes the time to look around."You're not kidding. It could probably do with a bit more of one, to be honest."
would gladly leave his sheep here all day, in the hopes of ruining Samuel’s garden…before recalling that this would involve leaving Samuel_
alone with his sheep. He reconsiders
hums, rubbing his chin. 'Is this you offering to a hand, or you being a git?'
pretends to think for a moment. He's wondering what he could get out of Samuel for helping...
walks up the path and past Reuben to his house mumbling something about vegemite on toast *under his breath*.
straightens. He heard that, somewhat. Definitely vegemite. Helping is the right thing to do, after all...He turns, moving to follow Samuel.
Christian
is
about to hand him a lawnmower from the closet just inside the door when he pauses... 'Do you think Maher will do a good enough job?'
stares at the sheep. He's settled down and is happily chewing one small patch of grass into nothingness.
Reuben
says
"It depends. How short and even did you want your lawn?"
hands him the push blade lawnmower and takes out another for himself. 'Nice and even, now get out of my house, you're getting mud and who_
knows what that comes out of a sheep on my floor.' He says, a teasing lilt to his voice as he pushes Reuben outside the door.
Reuben
thinks
it serves him right. He examines the mower briefly before moving to one corner of the lawn.
moves to the other end, thinking that they can meet in the middle. He grins at Reuben, raising an eyebrow. Was he really that hooked on_
Vegemite?
ignores him and starts mowing, determined to finish his side before Samuel does. He is absolutely not contemplating how much he can raid_
Samuel's stores for at all.
easily makes his way through his half partly because he is used to the lawnmowers...and partly because he gave Reuben the dodgy one.
leans against his lawnmower, waiting for Reuben to finish.
Reuben
has
noticed this by now. He kinda regrets leaving Maher responsible for his own lawn; he's out of practice. That doesn't mean Samuel's not_
going to be made to pay, though.
waves to Reuben, smirking as he leans further on his lawn mower and then falls over. '...ouch.'
takes a moment out from wrestling with his own mower to laugh to himself over the other's misfortune. He goes to return to working,_
before rethinking. He walks over, poking Samuel with his foot. "You deserved that. Hurt?"
grunts, sitting up. 'I'm fine,' he says, wiping at his split lip.
snorts upon noticing. "Idiot. Get up." He contemplates offering a hand up before deciding against it. He moves towards the front door,_
ntent of finding the bathroom and something approximating medical supplies.
*intent
pushes himself up, grumbling. 'I've had worse,' he points out, grabbing the first aid kit from the kitchen.
Reuben
thinks
Samuel keeps things in silly places. He grabs a washcloth before backtracking to the kitchen.
keeps things where he needs them. He's already started poking around the cut with antiseptic, hissing at the pain.
Reuben
says
"That doesn't make you any less of an idiot. Quite the opposite, in fact."
takes the antiseptic from him before wetting the washcloth and trusting it at a vague approximation of his lip.
"Water first. Then antiseptic." He's not really willing to admit that he picked it up for no good reason.
yelps and breaks out into a grumble of, 'Be bloody careful Reuby.'
thought he'd had worse, and resists the urge to stick his tongue out at that. Instead, he frowns slightly. "Sorry." He probably should be.
snorts, guessing that he isn't. 'It's probably a good thing that you never leave your Island for anything but replenishing your vegemite_
supply.'
might have been; now he's just somewhat disgruntled. "Well, it's not as if your big waste of land has anything else worth visiting for."
pouts although the clothe covers this fact very well. 'There's also... um. The Great Barrier reef.'
Reuben
gives
him a pointed look. The reef isn't on land; it doesn't count. And he doesn't sound very convinced.
Christian
thinks
it's attached to his land, and that counts. 'Well atleast I have more interesting wildlife... all you have is sheep.' He wipes at his chin,_
all this talking is making the cut worse.
Reuben
will
take that as an excuse to stop him arguing back, then. "I have kiwi too! And other stuff...and better scenery!"
Christian
will
argue anyway, this is a matter of pride. 'I have rainforests, and Roos and the Olga's!'
*Olgas
Reuben
is
not having this argument."Still not better than me. Now shush before you make it worse." He won't be blamed if Samuel gets blood everywhere.
wipes at his chin again, frowning. 'You're a god awful nurse.'
frowns. "And you're a god awful patient! What did I just say?" He was almost offended by that; it's not his fault his 'patient' is an idiot.
rolls his eyes, staying quiet. The sooner this was done with the sooner he could tease Reuben again.
sighs. Okay, he was being harsh. He's still not going to be smearing on the antiseptic, though. Instead, he hands it over, taking the_
washcloth with a suitable measure of gentleness and headingfor the sink.
dabs it on, wincing slightly. It bloody stinged. He watches Reuben wonder about the kitchen before turning to the window to check_
he got everything in his reflection.
looks over his shoulder to see what he's doing, before shaking his head. Silly. And he's not entirely sure if the washcloth is salvagable.
can always buy another one. He stands up straight, looking through the box for a plaster or something. He looks up grinning, 'Are ya gonna_
kiss it better?'
Reuben
is
so very, very tempted to throw the damned washcloth at him. He glares over his shoulder. "Just slap a damn plaster on it already, before I_
do it literally." He’s definitely not sorry any more, if he even was in the first place.
laughs, sticking on a plaster. 'Okay Mr.Nurse.... how about now?' he asks, grinning cheekily
Reuben
is
not going to be turning around any time soon. He's determined to get the cloth clean; it has nothing to do with being flustered at all.
laughs lightly, putting the first aid box away. He glances over to Reuben while doing so, noting with smug satisfaction that he's flustered.
Christian
asks
, 'You want a tea?' trying not to let to sound too smug.
Reuben
thinks
tea is the least he deserves, after putting up with Samuel's antics. "What does it say about your hospitality that it took this long to_
offer?" He's still facing the sink, just in case.
leans over to peer at his face. He points at his own lip, 'Sorry, but I was a tad distracted.' He pulls back rather quickly, grinning.
Christian
asks
, 'The Usual?'
Reuben
thinks
he's the last to be talking about distraction. He snorts softly. "If there's a usual, do you really need to ask?" He makes a show of drying_
Reuben
is
hands, taking the opportunity to compose himself, before turning back around to face Samuel.
*his
turns away to start on the tea, humming softly under his breath. 'How've you been?'
raises an eyebrow slightly at the attempt at small talk. "Fine. Stable. The usual. And you?"
hands him a cup of tea, 'Still Second to Norway in most things so I could be better.' ((He tends to be second in world rankings. ))
smiles a little at that, somewhat vindictively. "That's too bad," he remarks, with remarkable insincerity. "You should be used to it, no?"
dips his fingers into Reubens tea, flicking him with said tea in the face. 'Says the guy who sucks at Cricket.'
Reuben
thinks
that was a low blow. He wipes the tea from his face with a glare, before staring at his cup with mild disgust. "Ew. Waste of good tea, that"
Christian
says
, 'My hands are as clean as yours... probably cleaner with all that sheep handling.' Nevertheless he makes him another cup, smiling just to_
grate his nerves.
doesn't believe him for a moment. "Maher is plenty clean, and you know it." He also wasn't going to waste the rest of the last cup, but is_
perfectly content to let Samuel do some more work. In fact..."Hey, since you're up, m,ind putting on some toast?"
nods, putting in the heels of the loaf. No one likes the heels. He places another cup infront of Reuben, sitting down and stretching across_
the Island. 'I still feel like crap,' he grumbles more to himself then anything else. He sighs in content when his back cracks, pulling_
back to slump in his chair.
Frowns a little at that. He’s not sure if it’s out of genuine concern or fear of contagion. He’ll gladly blame the latter for his slight_
retreat, rather than the proximity, though. “Really? That’s…that’s too bad.” he replies, somewhat distracted, gaze fixed on the old teacup.
nods, 'You probably shouldn't drink that last cup, I had the flu.' He sips his own tea, waiting for the toaster to pop.
wrinkles his nose slightly in mild disgust. "I'm surprised the whole world doesn't know, the way you go on," he grumbles, ignoring that he_
hadn't known himself until Samuel had mentioned it. He shakes his head slightly before moving back to the sink and emptying the infected cup
hears the toast pop, 'Since you're up you can make your own toast. It's in the usual place.' ((It being vegemite ))
flushes slightly at his apparent predictability. He notes the heels, grumbling slightly about his host's crappy hospitality before grabbing_
the glorious spread from its usual place and spreading it on liberally.
laughs when he hears the grumbling, sipping some more tea. 'Seriously, I doubt anyone would ever see you if you didn't have an obsession_
with that stuff.'
can feel his face heat further and is glad he's facing away. "Well, you might not. It's your sole redeeming feature." He's not sure he_
Reuben
likes
Samuel knowing the extent of his dependence on the stuff.
just makes a small sound of agreement, sipping his tea as he watches the other.
glances over his shoulder to see that he hasn't properly offended him. He quickly turns back around after seeing him watching, awkwardly_
slathering on some more spread as an excuse . He doesn't like that look and it's making him a little wary.
grins lazilt, looking at his empty cup. He really should have made a pot... Standing up he goes to make one, saying 'Don't take forever in_
sunday.'
splutters a little, indignant. "If you were doing your duties as a host, I wouldn't have to!" He turns, only to find Samuel no longer in_
his chair. He turns more, slightly bewildered, to find him at the kettle. He shakes his head slightly at his own folly before starting to_
clean up the slight mess he made. He would be surprised if Samuel had much Vegemite left, to be honest.
makes a pot, looking at Reuben's toast in disgust before his plonks himself back down... that was probably mostly vegemite.
Reuben
thinks
it probably is, if only to compensate for the heeliness of the bread. He ignores Samuel, intent on enjoying his toast.
pours himself another cup, smiling smugly to himself.
notices and glares slightly before resolutely focusing on his toast. Delicious. Nice to know Samuel was good for something after all.
grins at the glare, raising an eyebrow as he sips his tea. 'I haven't heard a thank you once, you know?'
Reuben
will
not be lectured to about manners by him, of all people. He grits his teeth briefly before replying. “I haven’t been aware of anything you_
deserve thanks for."
smiles starting to list off things on his fingers, 'I have yet to ask you to take off your boots, I have watered and fed you and I support_
your awfully weird addiction....' He could go on.
Reuben
thinks
he’s forgetting a few things. “Yes, but you also made me mow your lawn, put up with your general idiocy and made me get my own toast. And I_
have the sneaking suspicion you were about to take advantage of my sheep.” He pauses a moment, before recalling“And it is not an addiction!”
mocks innocence, blinking, 'What makes you think I'd do anything to Maher?'
Reuben
thinks
his attempts at innocence just make him look more guilty. "What shouldn't make me think you'd do something to Maher," he says with a glare.
replies, leaning over with a grin to whisper, 'Because it's not him that's always annoying me.'
stares at him and stiffens further back into his chair, flushing once again. The movement disturbs the plate on his lap and, unbalanced, it_
sfalls to the floor, taking with it all the toast bar the sorry little half slice he holds in his hands.
startles at the noise of the clashing plate, pulling back a bit. He looks to the floor before getting up to pick up the plate and the toast_
He can still see Reuben's flush in his minds eye and it's annoying him enough to redden his cheeks slightly.
stares dejectedly and despairing at the loss of wondrous vegemite. He whimpers slightly, nibbling on the toast in his hand for comfort.
looks up, feeling a tad bad about making him lose his toast. 'I'll give you a couple of jars,' he mumbles, throwing the toast in the bin.
doesn't understand why he feels bad... it must be the fact that while he just threw out food children are starving in Africa... perhaps he_
should start giving A$50 a month.
follows his progress to the bin forlornly. He berates himself internally for his carelessness. Much as he'd like to blame Samuel, it wasn't_
entirely his fault.
puts on more toast, sighing. 'Stop looking like that and drink your tea before it gets cold.
didn't mean for that to sound snappish :c
frowns. It did, but he can't fault him for it. Besides, he put on more toast. He turned back to his tea, feeling a little foolish.
Christian
was
just annoyed by the fact that he's now planning to pay A$70 to Africa a month :| He places the unheely toast with lots of Vegemite infront_
of Reuben, 'Buck up.'
wasn't to know that. He looks abashed. "Thanks." It's not quite as grudging as usual. He takes the toast, with a small, apologetic smile.
ruffles his hair, sitting back down. 'Don't mention it.... seriously.'
grins after that, winking.
grimaces at the hair-ruffling. "Sure," he grumbles. Still a little off, he takes the opportunity to recover himself, sipping his tea. He's _
going to ignore that reaction; it's not helping the whole calming thing.
's grin softens into a smile without him realising it as he looks at Reuben. He shakes it off however when he sees him picking up the tea_
however and picks up his own, looking around the kitchen. All this toast was making him hungry.
catches the movement out of the corner of his eye, guessing at what he was thinking. He looks between Samuel and the plate a few times_
before sighing. Somewhat reluctantly, he proffers the plate in Samuel's direction.
blinks in surprise, looking at the plate. He didn't even like Vegemite, he kept it for when Reuben came over... he pushes it back, smiling_
slightly. 'Thanks... but I think I'm going to go for cereal at the moment,' he says, moving over to the cabinet.
frowns slightly, withdrawing the plate; he's secretly thankful, but refuses to let Samuel know that. He savours the first bite. "Your loss."
shrugs from his spot at the cupboard, grabbing a bowl from the top shelf. 'I just didn't want to see your downtrodden face when I took a_
piece,' he replies, throwing a grin over his shoulder. He pours in some cornflakes and adds milk.
splutters indignantly for a moment before muttering a quiet, "Not true." He winces a little; that's not entirely honest, but he'll take_
what he can. Shaking his head, settles back down to his toast.
sits back down, intending to stay put now. He takes a bite of his cereal. He doesn't deny that it's not true but he's not exactly_
promoting the idea. He nudges Reuben under the table with his foot, all the while innocently eating his cereal.
stiffens at that, glad he has a firm hold of the plate this time. He takes another, almost violent, bite, staring determinately ahead as_
he attempts to 'nudge' Samuel right back, distinctly less gently.
winces slightly almost dropping his spoon. He breaks out into a grin, wrapping his leg around Reuben's and raising an eyebrow as he gives a_
small tug.
wasn't expecting that. He slips forward in his seat a little under the influence of the tug, blinking in bewilderment a moment before_
glaring at Samuel. He tugs back, a little harder than he'd intended.
Christian
is
thinking Reuben is a little violent... or for a better word, feisty. He's tugged forward a bit until he detangles himself from the Reuben's_
leg. Pulling himself back up, he rests his head in his hand and smiles at Reuben.
shuffles low in his seat, trying to regain his prior position for a moment before giving up. It'll do. He goes to return to his toast - and_
stops, smiling a little deviously. He turns to face Samuel, extends his arm - and flicks him across the nose. *Then* he returns to his_
toast, munching away happily.
blinks bringing a hand up to his nose. He wasn't expecting that. With a frown, he rubs at the slight red on his cheeks and then returns to_
his cereal, trying not to pout/frown too much.
continues munching away happily for a moment or two before looking over at Samuel. His prior self-satisfied grin quirks a little. "You_
deserved that," he says, matter-of-fact. He returns to the toast.
sticks his tongue out at the other, nudging his leg again, 'Whatever you say Reuberto.'
sighs heavily at the nickname. Breathing. Calm. "Don't push your luck," he forces out through gritted teeth.
looks up from his bowl before nodding, that was probably enough fun for one day. He works on finishing his cereal and giving Reuben enough_
time to calm down.
does, after a while, calm down. He's a little ashamed of how easily Samuel can wind him up. He's on his last slice of toast before figuring_
it might be time for small talk...he shuffles awkwardly in his chair, sitting back upright and putting the plate on the table. "So..._
anything on?" He winces slightly. That didn't sound ridiculous at all.
smirks, around his spoon, eyes glinting with mischief. He takes his time to reply, placing the spoon in the bowl, 'At the moment there is.'
blinks. Did he just...He glances at Samuel, catching the look on his face. Oh, he did. He groans, kicking his feet onto the table and_
bringing his head to his knees. He can feel that flush make a spectacular return. "You are * appalling*," he muttered, muffled by his legs.
chuckles lightly, watching Reuben. "Awww come on, Reuby. It was only a joke...' he says, pausing. 'If you want to know I've been busy with_
elections.'
Reuben
is
quite happy continuing this conversation from his knees. "Really? How's that going for you?"
holds back a sigh, 'The current party is falling in popularity... a lot of empty promises were made by old Rudders and he's getting edgy.'
Reuben
says
"That doesn't sound good." He frowns, the effectiveness of the gesture somewhat damped by his face still being buried in his legs.
Reuben
says
"Expecting it to shake things up?"
isn't really sure and hums vaguely in the direction of affirmation, sipping at his tea. 'We'll have to see. How about you?'
shrugs, or tries to. He sighs, looking up. "Same old, mostly. Surface flooding in the north, weather warnings."
nods, it does indeed sound like the same old. 'Well you know they can come here if there's any problems.'
grimaces a bit at that. It's not that he doesn't appreciate the offer, but...He shakes his head. "And here I thought you didn't care," he_
taunts mildly. Not that it was entirely true; it was just easier than trying to figure out why the thought of staying unsettled him so much.
shrugs. 'You already have enough people residing here,' he points out, smiling slightly at the grimace. He finishes his bowl of cereal,_
sitting back. There wasn't much to say now after that grimace.
Reuben
thinks
that was a low blow. "Exactly," he huffs softly, looking almost hurt. "*Someone's* got to stick around. Should probably be me, not think?"
smiles, 'I didn't mean forever you know. Just if you ever need a place.' He licks the milk off his spoon, glancing over to Reuben. 'I take_
it back if you're just going to throw it in my face though.'
sighs. He feels like a right git now. "Wasn't intentional. Just suspicious as to why you're suddenly playing nice." That was significantly_
more blunt than he would have liked. He sighs, hiding his face again. There's a muffled "Sorry," from the vicinity of his knees.
snorts lightly at Reuben's actions. 'It's fine,' he replies, pushing his bowl away from him with his spoon. He pushes at Reuben's knees,_
'And there is no reason to hide Reubbers.'
frowns at him for a moment, before sighing and leaning back, closing his eyes, instead. "Sure there isn't." No point in dwelling on it.
sighs too, opting to look out the window. Sometimes Reuben acted just plain odd.
enjoys the peace for a few moments, taking the opportunity to reorganize his thoughts. Eventually, he drops his feet from the table and_
sits up properly again, calm.
looks over again when he senses movement. He offers him some more tea, watching him before asking, 'In the mood for a film?' He has a the_
feeling Reuben isn't feeling on the top of the world.
*has the feeling
smiles a little at the gesture, picking up the cup and savoring the aroma before responding."Sounds great. Got anything particular in mind?"
hums, thinking about it. He sighs exaggeratedly, biting back a grin as he says, 'I guess we could always watch Lord of the Rings.'
raises an eyebrow at that. Did he just volunteer to watch the trilogy of his own free will? "Extended edition?" he asks, hopefully.
frowns slightly before nodding.... he'd be sleeping anyway and this was him trying to cheer up Reuben. 'If you want,' he replies, sipping_
his tea.
didn't like that frown, but shrugs it off. He's all too glad to take advantage of the offer. "Of course," he says, standing.
tilts his head, standing up with his tea. 'No asking why I'm doing this... or even if we're having popcorn?'
looks at him. "Why? Should I be suspicious? And we're not *not* having popcorn. Wouldn't be right."
shakes his head, smiling. 'No.... you're just being agreeable....' He pulls out some microwaveable popcorn from a cuboard and sticks it in_
He leans against the counter, facing Reuben, 'I mean you wouldn't invite me to watch a film at yours.'
snorts. "It's not that unusual, you know," he teases. "And that's a little unfair, given that you didn't invite me here in the first place."
hears the ping of the microwave and pours the popcorn in a bowl. 'It's not?' he asks, sounding shocked.
just smiles "Nope. Particularly not when it's benefitting me." As if to prove it, he snakes a hand past Samuel to snag some fresh popcorn.
raises a brow... but he soons smiles back giving him a small nudge as he passes on his way to the livingroom. 'We'll have none left if you_
you eat it all here.' He sets up the film when he enters the livingroom, leaving the popcorn on the coffee table.
ollows him through, staking his claim to one end of the couch. He gets comfortable, kicking off his shoes in deference to Samuel's_
cleanliness before kicking his feet up, crossing his arms across his knees and waiting for Samuel to finish.
sticks it in and takes up the rest of the couch after kicking off his shoes, his head against the opposite arm rest. He chucks Reuben the_
control and proceeds to get comfortable... he'll probably end up moving soon enough but it was the principle of the matter.
looks at him a moment, raising an eyebrow at the feet encroaching on his space, before the lure of the movie becomes too much. He fumbles_
with the remote for a moment or two before managing to start the movie
would of had them across his lap if Reuben wasn't so attached to his knees. He settles once the movie starts, paying attention to the screen
Reuben
is
too entranced by the movie to notice very much, unconsciously mouthing along with the opening monologue for some of the better lines.
glances over to see him mouthing the lines and rolls his eyes, smiling. 'Fanboy.'
makes a small noise of protest, but can't really disagree with the pronouncement. Instead he sighs, smiling, as he relaxes his posture. He_
lets his feet fall to the ground once more, leaning back in to the sofa as the monologue ends.
takes this opportunity to stretch out, feet resting against the other arm. Attentio turning to the television in an attempt to act innocent.
*attention
blinks for a moment before looking down at his lap, just to confirm Samuel's action. He shoots a look of disbelief in the other's direction.
smirks glancing over towards Reuben. 'Problem Reuby?' he asks, stretching out his arms above his head and causing his tee to slide up.
((not all too sure what he can get off with anymore... /shot))
can feel himself flushing at that, staring a little longer than he would have liked before making a small noise of frustration and shoving_
ineffectually at Samuel's legs. "Why do you seem to have this whole problem with sticking to your own space?" he grouches.
blinks, looking up at him. 'Is it a problem?' he asks, frowning at the blush... was he coming down with a fever... or maybe he was angry._
He keeps his legs where they are, if Reuben really wanted to push them away then he would. He glances briefly at the film, surprised that_
Reuben is allowing himself to be distracted. Let's just say he's confused.'
grumbles in response. "Of course it's a problem." He shuffles a moment more before crossing his arms and staring resolutely at the screen_
once more; he's determined not to let Samuel bother him any more. He takes a moment to recall what he's missed; it's only Bilbo's summary_
of Hobbits. Nothing he couldn't recall, but he's still a little bothered about missing it.
shifts, smiling to himself as he watches Reuben for a while before turning back to the film, toes curling in satisfaction. Reuben really_
too easy to annoy. 'I don't see why?' is what he mumbles, more to himself because really they aren't stangers.
blinks a little, sighing. He's not going to be able to focus on the movie, at any rate. "You wouldn't." He pokes half-heartedly at Samuel's_
feet. "It doesn't matter." He quirks a smile; it wouldn't really be Samuel if he did
jerks a little at the poke, he apparently has ticklish feet. He smiles back up at Reuben.... until Bruce distracts him by climbing up and_
lying on his chest. He mumbles in Tiwi, ruffling it's fur affectionately and settles into the film.
Reuben
will
be storing that tidbit away for future reference. He tilts his head curiously at the appearance of the koala, watching the two for a moment_
with a half-smile, before shaking his head slightly and returning his attention to the movie.
relaxes some more, flexing his feet in Reuben's lap. The Koala on the other hand appearsd to on high alert, turning his head to glare at_
Reuben once again.
can see the koala glaring at him from the corner of his eye; it unnerves him slightly. Then again, he's slightly more distracted by the_
feet in his lap. He flushes slightly, pushing back in to the sofa a little more, discomfited.
doesn't notice, feet settling against his inner thigh as he's distracted by the fireworks on screen. His toes curl in amusement as he_
chuckles lightly at the hobbits antics. Bruce has settled, thinking that Reuben's reaction is in response to him.
stares at the screen, stiff and largely unseeing. The flush strengthens and he makes an unintentional small noise of distress. He cover_
it, or attempts to, by making grabbing motions towards the popcorn, just out of reach. "Pass," he grumbles.
Christian
is
distracted by Reuben and looks up at, blinking innocently. 'Okay,' he sasy, reaching over for the popcorn, foot ending up in his crotch as_
he attempts to regain balance. He flushes heavily, pulling back his feet with a sound of small ditress. 'Omg Reuby I'm so sorry,' he starts_
he attempts to regain balance. He flushes heavily, pulling back his feet with a sound of small ditress. '...Reuby! I'm so sorry,' he starts_
shoving popcorn into the others hands, 'Here have popcorn.' He's now sitting up and using Bruce as a sheild for the brush.... did you know_
the linee between human and chair arm can merge if one presses themself tightly enough against it.
*line * blush
Reuben
is
still blushing himself, but feels a vindictive satisfaction at Samuel's reaction. Maybe he'd see why it was a problem now. He snorts_
softly, curling his legs up on some of the newly vacated space and starting on the popcorn, focussing entirely on the film again.
scowls behind the Koala, glancing between the film and Reuben... was he blushing. He tilts his head to peer at the other more, dropping the_
Koala down enough to reveal his blush by accident.
*was he blushing?
Reuben
is
trying to control that flush; still, it's a perfectly normal reaction, right? He's perfectly satisfied with watching the movie, unless..._
He extends an arm, popcorn in hand. "Want some?" He somehow manages to keep his voice level.
shakes his head, pouting as he turns his attention to the film. His flush isn't reaching his ears, not at all. He attempts to settle back_
into the film, already quickly losing interest. Everything went downhill after the fireworks.
hums a little in response. "Suit yourself," he says, grinning a little. He thinks he might have noticed that blush...He retracts the_
offer, focussing on the movie once again. It's just starting to get interesting.
scowls at the other, tempted to pinch him. He tries to watch the rest of the film, crashing 30 minutes later and falling off to the side,
and onto Reuben's shoulder with a soft thud.
Reuben
was
watching the movie and starts a little at the head landing on his shoulder. He closes his eyes for a moment, sighing a little before_
glaring down at Samuel. He frowns a little at the fact he's fallen asleep, but the glare softens and he turns back to the movie. It'd be_
more trouble than it was worth to wake him...
mumbles something along the lines of comfy in his sleep, arms wrapped around Bruce who half heartedly glares at Reuben. The Koala is_
tired it seems. He shifts, leaning more fully against Reuben and groans lowly under his breath frowning slightly.
blinks a little, still staring at the screen. Maybe he was wrong. He looks down at Samuel for a moment; he's a little concerned by that_
frown. He shifts his gaze to the Koala, staring back unamusedly for a moment before shaking his head, turning back to the movie. He shifts_
his shoulder slightly, half uncomfortable, half trying to be a better pillow.
settles in, loosley wrapping one arm around Reuben's as the other keeps Bruce to his chest as the Koala sleeps. He's not waking up any time_
it soons.
frowns a little at that, a little half-heartedly. He slouches a little, leaning against Samuel a little more, just to be a little more_
comfortable, before continuing the movie. If he's not awake by Moria, he'll consider waking him...
Christian
is
definitely not awake by Moria, he's sound asleep and comfortable, thanks to Reuben.
Reuben
is
fairly comfortable himself. Still, he feels he should probably do something about their positions before Samuel wakes up. The popcorn is_
nearly gone...he makes a decision, attempting to disentangle himself from Samuel without waking him, before standing up abruptly, letting_
him fall to the sofa and moving towards the kitchen.
falls onto the couch, waking up with a start, 'Wha-?' he asks to empty air, before stretching out onto the couch and falling back to sleep.
looks back and sighs. Hopefully the popcorn will wake him up. He grabs another packet, tossing it in the microwave and switching it on.
cuddles up with A pillow since the Koala seems to have gravitated to the chair, the only other seat in the room.
*a
returns a few minutes later, to find him still asleep. He stands at the arm of the sofa nearest Samuel's head for a moment, staring in_
slight disbelief, before sighing and picking up the remote and prodding him with it a few times. "Up."
grumbles awak, rolling over and then up, blinking blearily up at Reuben. 'How long have I been asleep?' he asks, glancing briefly at the_
screen.
sits down on the recently vacated space where he had previously been sitting. "Just an hour or two." He stares at Samuel, slightly amused.
ruffles his messy hair, still blinking up at the other. 'O-oh.... and it's still not finished?' he asks, leaning tiredly against Reuben_
when he sits down.
glares down at him a little, before smiling in grim satisfaction. "Nope. Not even the first one. Popcorn?" he asks, aiming for innocent.
takes some popcorn, rubbing at his eyes with the other hand. 'Well now I'm fresh for the rest of it, right?' he counters, grinning up at_
Reuben.
takes the opportunity to drive an elbow in to his ribs a little. The space issues are back with a vengeance now Samuel's awake again. He_
turns, raising an eyebrow questioningly. "Fresh? For another eight hours of epic fantasy?" He's pushing the 'innocent' a bit now.
nods, back through a wince at the harsh treatment. He sits up, rubbing his ribs. '.... depends on how boring it is.'
would be insulted, but he's a little too amused for that. "Not at all." He's curious as to how far he can push this. "You going to go find_
it?" He smiles a little wider, admitting internally that he might be having a little too much fun with this.
gets up, placing a hand on Reuben's leg as he pushes himself up. He leans over, to bow, and gives the spot a quick pat. 'Yes, your majesty~'
glares at him a bit, rubbing his leg. He contemplates thwapping him over the head with the remote, but decides against it, shaking his head_
"Well, get to," he grumbles, extending the other leg to poke Samuel in the side with his foot.
laughs, running a finger up the underside of Reuben's foot before going to get the dvd and putting it in, bending over to put the DVD in. _
'The third one, right?' he jokes.
twitches, glaring properly now. He retracts his foot, rubbing it harshly. "If you think that's what comes after first, there's more wrong_
with you than I thought," he snarks halfheartedly.
smiles, already having popped the second film in. He sits down beside the other, tucking his feet in under him, 'And here I though you_
had a soft spot for me.'
snorts at that. "Whatever would give you that idea." So he had let Samuel sleep on him; it means nothing, he's sure of it. Nither does that_
slight and annoyingly persistent flush he can feel starting to rise again. He curses a little, internally.
leans against him, having forgotten the nudge already, 'You wouldn't come over if you didn't atleast find me amusing.' He reaches for some_
popcorn, perhaps a tad red himself but Reuben was comfy...
sighs, shifting the bowl a little more towards him. "Something like that, at least."
keeps an eye on the screen, snuggling closer to him with a small smirk. He starts eating the popcorn, 'Just admit it, you'd miss me.'
Reuben
is
not quite sure what Samuel's playing at, but keeps his eyes on the screen. He's not sure he's willing to disturb it, whatever it is. He_
shuffles a little, glad Samuel can't see his face. "Well, you'd have to leave for me to find out," he teases lightly.
moves in response to Reuben's shuffle, 'I could do that if it'll make you admit it.' He finishes his handful of popcorn, trying to gain_
interest in the film.
makes a small noise of protest, unconsciously leaning in a little more. "Not worth it," he mutters. Thinking of it disturbs him a little...
smirks, looking up at him. 'Then admit you'd miss me,' he says, looking the other in the eyes. He's the noticed the small blush, if it is_
even still there, and blushes in turn although he is not too sure why.
isn't so sure that blush is so small any more. He freezes, mouth half open, lips moving soundlessly as he tries to formulate a retort,_
a confession, anything - but unable to. Eventually, he drops his chin and moves his had to the side, breaking eye contact with a_
a small noise of frustration.
watches him for a moment, fairly confused. Was it really that difficult a thing to admit. He gives the other's chee a quick poke before_
setting back down into the position they had carved out before. 'If it's really that difficult to admit...,' he starts with a small smile_
, rubbing at his - red cheek -... he should probably put on an air conditioner or something, 'Then... well I'd miss you Reubarb pie...' He_
keeps his eyes on the film, not wanting to admit what may be defeat.... or possibly a sweet moment.
*cheek *-red- cheek
Reuben
is
an idiot, really. Why didn't he just say it? Yes, he'd miss Samuel if he was gone. It wasn't that difficult. He blames the eye contact and_
Reuben
is
his own stupidity, accepting the poke while cursing himself internally. He leans a little more on Samuel, hoping to convey it a little_
Reuben
is
better through action than he's been doing with words.
's smile turns a bit more genuine as he pokes Reuben lightly in the stomach. This was nice, if a little uncomfortable... He sits up and_
places an arm at the back of the couch, being careful not to dislodge Reuben too much while having him know he can move closer to his side._
Reaching for the popcorn he looks at the screen because really with his touchy feely nature this isn't as awkward and will be a hell of a_
lot more comfortable.
Reuben
is
makes a small noise of surprise. Not quite prepared for the shift, he ends up leaning awkwardly against Samuel’s side. He’s unsure how he_
Reuben
feels
about the change in position; he plans on staying very, very still until he figures it out. In the meantime, he settles for blinking at the_
screen, trying to regain focus on something other than the proximity.
laughs lightly at the sound, the action more apparent in the movement of his chest than anything else. He frowns at the screen, not all too_
sure what's happening at the moment and so he whispers quietly, 'What's going on?' inbetween pieces of popcorn.
responds with a small noise of confusion before blinking repeatedly at the screen. He hasn't really been paying attention. A quick glance_
at the screen proper helps solve that. "They're taking the Hobbits to Isengard," he chimes in just before the line itself, looking up at him
blinks at the screen before looking down at the other with a small smile. 'I've seen that video on youtube,' he states.
Christian
is
proud that he understands why Reuben is rather excited about it. =w=
snorts softly at that, smiling as he turns back to the screen. "Of course," he laughs. "Sorry to say you slept through the Balrog."
Christian
has
sat through the films a few times so he can't say he's exactly upset. 'He shifts, arm falling to Reuben's shoulder, 'Well I'm sure there's_
more excitement ahead.'
Reuben
feels
vaguely insulted by that, but can't find it in himself to care. "Obviously. There's a whole 'nother movie to go." He doesn't quite notice_
the arm on his shoulder, focussed as he is on his half-hearted denfence of the trilogy.
nods, looking at screen. 'Of course,' he agrees, perhaps sounding a tad amused. He glances toward Reuben at his side before grabbing_
some popcorn. 'We're watching Hot Fuzz or something next time.'
almost snarks about there *being* a next time, but he kind of likes the idea and decides not to endanger it. Besides, he's comfortable._
"Whatever you want." He hadn't honestly expected Samuel to sit through this; the next choice was deservedly his.
smirks in victory, eyes on the film. He rests his head ontop of Reuben's, letting out a happy sigh. 'We could even go to the cinema,' he_
innocently suggests.
might be a little suspicious, if it weren't for the movie. He's not sure the public deserves being stuck in the same theatre as the two of_
them. As it is, he shrugs, or tries to. "Sure." He thinks on it a moment more before adding, "But you but the popcorn."
smiles, 'As long as you make it worth my while...' (((Time skip after your next post? ))
Reuben
is
a bit more suspicious, now. He glances up at Samuel a moment, before brushing it off with a shake of his head and slight snort of laughter._
He turns back to the screen, this time intending to focus. ((Go for it))
laughs, settling into the next two films rather easily. He finds it easier this time to get into it and sighs somewhat sadly when it's over.
stares up at him a little blearily at the sigh. He has no idea what time it is, but he's become comfortable in the last few hours and is_
loathe to move properly. He stifles a small yawn with the back of his hand, preparing to be disturbed.
doesn't move, rubbing Reuben's upper arms as he watches the blank screen. 'Want to use the guestroom?... it's late'
moves his hand further up to rub at his eyes. "Wouldn't want to impose," he mumbles, a little uncertain. He makes no move to get up, though.
makes an amused sound, ruffling the other's hair softly. 'You're never imposing Reubarb pie,' he says, not moving either... they could_
probably just sleep here... Reuben was almost out afterall.
makes a small noise of protest. "I could, easily. And don't do that," he mutters, attempting to avoid the ruffling by turning his head_
further in to Samuel's side.
laughs, playing iwth the end of his hair. 'How would you impose on me?'he asks, sounding inetrested.
*with
interested
opens his eyes to bat half-heartedly at the hand in his hair. "Every way I possibly could," he murmurs, muffled further by Samuel's side.
stops, moving his hand to rest loosely against Reuben's side, looking at the other. He whispers, 'Give me an example,' wondering if Reuben_
Christian
was
about to fall asleep on him.
Reuben
is
close to doing just that. He shakes his head; what with it still buried in Samuel's side, it ends up a little more of a nuzzle. "Nope._
'm not gonna do it, so there's no point in telling." That was remarkably incoherent, but he thinks maybe the gist of it was audible.
blushes at the small nuzzle, continuing to watch the other. 'Tell me or I'll have to force it out of you,' he whispers, an amused tone to_
his voice.
merely makes a small noise of discontent before ignoring him. It doesn't really bear thinking about, and Samuel is too good a pillow to lose
Christian
wants
an answer dammit and so he pokes his stomach lightly and blows on his ear. 'Tell me Reuby~'
flinches away from these, before glaring sleepily up at Samuel. "No. Not gonna tell. Drop it." He frowns before curling back up beside him.
sighs, resting his head on top of Reuben's. 'Fine... but only cause it's you,' he murmurs, shutting his eyes. He could get used to this_
warmth beside him. He yawns, 'Night Reuben.'
yawns again, covering his mouth. "Sorry. But 's not worth mucking things up for. I'm good like this." He nuzzles a little more against him,_
before drifting a little closer to sleep, one hand hooked in to the fabric of Samuel's shirt.
frowns in confusion, tightening his arm around Reuben. He decides to leave it for another night, where lots of beer is involved. Smiling at_
the hand hooked in his shirt, he falls asleep with that expression, breath evening out into a slow rhythm.