is out on patrol, shaking his head at all the underage drinkers. What would their parents think?
is walking out with bags, having found a store. He has enough flour and all that good stuff to make a lot of pancakes, woo. However, he
accidentally trips and his eggs go sailing out in the air. One carton hits a fire hydrant and the other goes...somewhere.
... is covered in eggs, head to toe. There's flour on him too. 'You! Hooligan, you're under arrest for assaulting a police officer.'
flails, scrambling to his feet. Why does his life suck? "B-But! I didn't mean to...um-- sir!:
*"
grabs his wrist, recognizing the voice. 'Matthew?' he asks in disbelief.
does not want to be charged, sir. D: He nearly tumbles when he is grabbed, blinking up.
is going to charge him. Drycleaning was such a hassle and expense. '... Why do you hate me so much?' He's taking this personally after_
earlier.
...fuck. D: "I-I don't!" he weakly responds, not pulling away despite not fancying the idea of being behind bars.
pulls out his cuffs. He's obviously a bit of a rookie as he fumbles to put them on Matthew, 'But earlier you said I wasn't a police officer_
and now I'm covered in eggs.'
is just going to keep quiet and let himslf be cuffed.
cuffs them up finally, one on Matthew's the other on his. 'You'll probably get off with a caution... if you don't have any previous record.'
For some reason doing this made him feel guilty.
looks away, still being quiet, not entirely sure why Will cuffed him to the other.
so he couldn't get away!
prods Matthew, 'You should probably be responding, you know.' :T
simply shrugs. "What is there to say, eh?"
frowns, 'I haven't heard an explanation or apology yet.'
"Why am I to apologise for you making false accusations?"
'I'm not. Because of you I'm covered in eggs! And don't get me started on the damage of property that could potentially harm someone's life!
'
sighs. He is just going to be quiet again.
... will take him to the local police station then. But not before stopping for Donuts, a guy has to eat. He offers Matthew one.
is going to refuse a doughnut. He's not very hungry.
shrugs, 'You're loss mate.'
continues on his merry way to the police station, Matthew is tow.
is towed. He is still thinking this is crazy.
isn't crazy... he's acting like any normal rookie police officer would.
is just going to mind his business as much as he can. That is, until he stumbles over his own feet. D:
falls with him, face-planting the pavement. 'Uhhhgh.'
flails-- as much as possible, trying to help William up. "Oh my god-- are you okay?"
rubs his nose, which is scraped but fine. 'Uh... yeah,' He rubs his forehead. 'Y-you?'
looks in closely. Will needs his face. D: But he pulls back, tucking some of his own hair behind his ear. "Y-Yeah."
has other qualities beside his face ;;. 'That's good... you don't deserve to be hurt.'
likes Will's face. .~. He blinks in surprise, trying to lift himself off the floor. "...Nor do you."
nods, 'Yeah.' He gets up, ignoring the odd looks from Passerby's... 'Now I'll have two plasters on my nose.' ;~'
looks down, frowning deeply. "I'm really sorry. I wouldn't want you to get hurt."
... looks at him before shaking his head, 'Could happen to anyone. Now lets go, before the good cell is taken by some idiotic drunk. You_
want a bed right?'
continues to keep his head down, keeping his eyes on his feet. "Do I deserve a bed?
"
nods, 'Of course you do. You seem to be a good guy despite- despite picking on me.' He's wondering now if he arrested Matthew on a personal
grudge.
only glances up at Will for a short moment. "I wouldn't mean to pick on you."
... doesn't know that. 'Well-well if you don't hurry up we won't get the bed.' He starts walking again, wanting to change his uniform too._
He was starting to smell.
walks as well. "Okay, sir."
.. thinks when the people who he arrests are co-operative, it makes him feel bad. They make it to the station however, his frown full on_
as he leads him to the cell.
cannot believe this is happening. He is trying not to panic openly as he continues to just walk along.
... opens the cell, undoing the cuffs so that Matthew can go in without him. '... I'll try and get the paperwork done quickly.'
steps inside the cell, keeping his back turned to Will as he does not reply.
locks the cell, watching the other through the bar. 'I'm sorry.'
sinks to the floor, hugging his knees to his chest.
feels bad ;n; 'I-I-I'm only doing my job.'
does not look at him, resting his back against the bars. "I know."
looks around before sitting down, crossing his legs. 'You're my first arrest... and they all said I'd feel great afterward but... I just_
feel bad. Probably because you're a nice girl.'
is just going to sit there and stare at what is supposedly his bed. He does not turn to look at Will.
is annoyed now. He's going top leave Matthew to have a strop and shower. He tells another cop about him and then goes off.
is not going to speak kindly to someone who arrested him for no good reason.
is covered in eggs that Matthew was formally holding. Excuse him if he thinks they were thrown, especially after earlier. He returns in
his normal clothes, peeking a glance to see if he was anymore sociable.
is just hugging his legs, face buried in his arms. He is completely horrified now, having cried for a short moment. What happened to Will?
would tell him, if he could. He sees the shake of Matthew's shoulders and frowns out of concern, 'You alright mate?'
sits up hurriedly, sniffing. "Y-Yeah." He is not going to try to tell 'Will' anything this time. He knows none of it would make sense to him
.
nods slowly, watching him from outside the bars. 'What do you prefer, McDonald's or BK?'
rubs at his eyes before blinking. He turns slightly so he is able to face the bars. "They are kind of both the same to me."
scratches the back of his neck, 'Well it's your dinner so I'd feel better if you picked.' He's being merciful, he can't cook to save himself
turns back around, resuming the fetal position. "...McDonald's, then."
nods, 'Right-oo. I'll be back in a while then, blankets should be coming soon.'
just sits and sighs. Why is Will a police officer all of the sudden?
is a police officer because he thought it would be funny to dress up as one for Halloween. He should of went as a Koala bear ~.~
is just going to continue to be sad.
... returns with a Big Mac meal for Matthew and a Happy Meal for himself. He holds the bag out for Matthew, trying and failing to keep the_
Happy Meal box out of site.
*sight.
blinks up when the meal is giving to him, slipping it between the bars. "...Thank you."
pulls a chair over, waving it off. He's arrested him, the least he can do is feed him. 'What are you doing in Australia anyway?... don't you
want to call your consulate?'
blinks. Well, he is not going to make things difficult and try to get Will to snap back to normal. He unwraps his burger. "I...I'm here to
visit my boyfriend."
blinks before giving a nod, 'You should probably call him to then, we don't want a missing person report.'
shakes his head. 'I don't know if that will work.'
is actually not sure what will happen if he calls Will's cell.
still has his cell, in his jean pocket. 'A-ah.' He's forgotten to frisk Matthew too but being rather awful at his job this hasn't occurred.
_to him. 'Well the sarge will be coming soon so... you'll probably still be able to make your plans.
'
turns, grabbing to the bars. "I...I still want to call him, though. If he does answer, then I'll tell him I'm running late."
... nods, 'I guess that's only fair.' He opens the cell, 'You can use the precinct phone.'
slowly steps out of the cell, "Okay..."
takes him to the phone, handing over the handset. 'Take as long as you need, I'll be over there...'
moves over to the formally mentioned, 'there.'
thinks for a minute before he takes it, hurriedly dialing. Memory had to hit him before he was able to dial the number. He waits, figuring
that there would be no answer. Really, he has no idea where Will's phone is.
startles, hearing his phone ring. He looks over at Matthew before stepping further away to answer. He doesn't recognise the number, 'Hello.'
inhales sharply. "...Hello."
... blinks, looking over. He looks at the phone and then at Matthew and his phone... the precinct doesn't have this number. '... how did_
-how did you get this?'
soon closes his phone. Sighing. There is just no hope in talking sense of it.
... watches the other and then his phone. 'This is the one thing I woke up with when...' He furrows his brows, he wants to say change but_
he's always been an officer. 'I don't recognise any of the names... or why I have pink hair x_x.'
*hangs up the phone
only goes digging for his own phone from his hoodie. He flips it open, shoving the screen into his face. He still has the picture he took of
the two of them after the night of their star gazing. He meant to delete it, but... "Because you're not who you truly are right now."
stares at the phone, eyes wide. In the back of his mind he's telling him off for not frisking Matthew but on the other... he blushes. 'So.._
' he rubs his cheek, blushing. 'I'm your boyfriend?'
hisses, "Yes. You. William Taylor. Australia. Who I love so much." The same person who just arrested him.
... steps back at the hiss Kind of scared D: 'Don't go acting like a rattle snake now... I believe you.' Or at least he wants to.
closes his phone, stuffing it back into his pocket. "So you have to let me out, Will. I would never want to hurt you."
... looks around and nods, 'I can't stay here then though... I'll get in trouble.'
says, "You can come with me, then."
... feels kind of guilty but nods, 'I'll need to go pick up things from my flat.'
grabs onto his hand. "So...You know of Bruce?"
... shakes his head, 'It's only me in the flat.'
blinks. For some reason, his heart sinks. He let's go of Will's hand. "Oh..." Poor Bruce...
blinks back, 'I don't think it'd really fit more than one person though... and it's kind of dingy.' He takes Matthew's hand back, 'It's only
temporary until I can afford a bigger place.'
is not sure what to say in response to that, really. "Ju...Just, let's go before someone sees us."
nods, 'Okay.' He opts for slipping out the back door, walking quickly down an alley and then onto a street. '... do you have a place here_
in Australia?'
shakes his head as he lets the other one lead. "I only visit you from time to time," he informs him. "When I do, I just stay at your house."
shakes off the word house, 'I hope I clean up at least, when you come over.' He stops infront of a door, pulling out his keys and soon_
they're trekking up a dime stair well. He stops in front of a door on the third floor, hitting above the lock and kicking the door, before_
actually unlocking the door. 'It's temperamental.'
blinks throughout the whole process. He is suddenly jealous. Will is finally living the life he has thought about; he is a human being and
is not worrying about elections or opinions of an entire country population. He does not say anything of this, only nodding. Now it is a
wonder of what the rest of Will's life is like...
pushes open the door to let Matthew in. The first thing he should be greeted with is a livingroom/kitchen with instant noodle packets and_
a couple of empty beer cans scattered around. A lonely couch and book case stand in the corner and in a alcove there is a bed. 'Sorry for_
the mess... I'm only really here when I have to be.' He goes around picking up the rubbish and throwing it into a bin in the kicthen area.
is more surprised, questions bubbling up inside him. Well, he scolded underage drinking, so the first question to jump out of his mouth is
obvious. "W...Will. How old are you?" He stays by the doorway, as though to spare Will anymore weirdness-- if that is possible.
picks up a holdall he uses for the gym and starts stuffing some clothes into it. 'Well I have to be 18, I'm a rookie police officer.' He_
opens his fridge and pulls out two iced teas, offering Matthew one. 'How old are you?'
is going to show manners and accepts the tea. He now is wondering if Will has aged without him knowing, especially with the recent stubble
he has been growing. "I...I'm nineteen." He pauses. "I'm guessing you're not in a relationship."
smiles brightly when he accepts the tea since all else he has to offer is water. Opening his own bottle he takes a quick sip, 'Well I am in_
one with you it seems.' He raises an eyebrow, 'If you're meaning other people... no.'
replies, softly, "I would not hold it against you if you were." He does not open his bottle, peering around. "I wish I knew what this is all
about. I want to be human too."
looks Matthew over, rather alarmed. 'From what I can tell you are human.' And a rather good looking one at that... it makes Will wonder what
Matthew could possibly have seen in however he is meant to be.
shakes his head. "I mean, Will...I want to live, normally, too. We used to always talk about. You get to live it, but..." He inhales,
looking rather hopeless. "We aren't friends in your life."
*about it
looks rather upset, 'Well... we can start being friends now. I mean we obviously were something before.' Before what, he is not sure. 'You_
could live with me... I mean we'd have to get another bed but that wouldn't be hard!'
shakes his head. "It wouldn't work. Don't pity me, you don't need to do that to yourself," he murmurs.
insists, 'I'm not pitying you. I'm making you take responsibilty. I have no job now and they might even come looking for me.' :T
shakes his head. "I can't live with you. I can't be with you. We can't be friends. It's not possible." This cannot even be real.
... frowns, 'Then there's no point to you being here.'
says, voice cracking, "I didn't think you'd be this way if I decided to come see you. You're just...so...difference."
*different
offers him a tissue, 'I... think the person you know and the me right now must be essentially the same however.' He squeezes Matthew's _
shoulder.
automatically puts his hands over Will's. It's just pure habit-- instinct. Something. He hurriedly nods, "The person who I allowed myself to
get drunk with and let him laze around in my bed. The one who can only work the grill."
snorts, 'You make it sound as though you're doing that me a favor.' He rubs small soothing circles with his thumb, 'But I am pretty damn_
brill with a grill.'
nods. "I know you are. That and you like cricket and fairybread and beer and you can't ice skate at all..." he babbles.
doesn't know if he can ice skate, 'I'm on the cricket team for the police force, I'm their bowler.' He hasn't told anyone about his love for
fairy bread though.
smiles rather lightly at that. "...You also like blonds."
... is glad he hasn't looked under his bed. 'You're only saying that because I've been checking you out.'
shakes his head, dropping his hand. He then blinks. "I didn't know you were."
lets go of his shoulder, 'That's because I was being discreet...' He grins cheekily, 'It's not a bad thing right?'
gives him a short shrug in response, fiddling with the bottle. Well, it seems like Will is the same person. So, as far as he is concerned,
they should be engaged goddammit.
... would be a bit confused if Matthew came out with that... 'Do you want some Kimchi instant noodles?'
shakes his head. "You just fed me McDonald's. Thank you, though." He lightly twists at the bottle, finally inching away from the doorway.
clears the couch of the books he's gathered there to make room for Matthew. He grabs a throw to put over it, 'Please try and make yourself_
at home then.'
gives him a tiny smile, moving over to sit there. "Until you turn back to normal, I'll stay with you to make sure you hold up okay."
... pouts, 'I'm not a child, you know.' He places his drink on the floor to put the books away... 'But thank you.'
replies, quietly, "I'm sorry...It's just...I'm not lying to you. You're my *lover*."
places the books on the bookshelf, hoping Matthew doesn't notice the red tinging his ears. 'Then I'm a lucky guy.'
does not as he finally opens his bottle. "I also had you lose your job. I ruined this life for you," he sighs.
... gives a small sigh, 'I was hanging on by a thread anyway... you were going to be my first arrest and I've even messed that up.'
turns around, now done. He smiles, 'I can work in my friends kitchen though so you don't need to worry about money.'
nods, "Unless...You...turn back to normal, that is." He sighs. "If you don't, I'll support you in this life. I wouldn't be a good friend if
I just completely abandoned you after...that."
... nods, 'Maybe I will turn back to normal.' Saying that lightens something in his chest he didn't know existed before he met Matthew_
'In fact, if you say this isn't the normal me then I'm sure I will.'
shuts his bottle before he reopens it. "I last talked to you over the phone. Even then it was short. You sounded panicked...Maybe something
happened then," he mumbles.
sits down beside Matthew on the couch, sipping his own Iced Tea, 'Maybe I was hit on the head?... perhaps I should go see my GP'
looks at him. "I don't know..." His voice lowers. "I just hope you come back to me." That and be the same great country.
is upset that he can't give Matthew what he wants, 'Until then I'll keep you company as best as I can.' He slips an arm over Matt's shoulder
pulling him closer. 'What kind of person am I?'
almost falls with that, looking up at Will. "From how it all sounds, you're the same."
blinks, 'Hmm... then what kind of couple are we?'
also blinks. "What do you mean?"
blinks, 'Well are we the annoying PDA couple... the reserved ones? Or the perverted type?'
thinks, rubbing the back of his own head. "Um, well...We call each other perverts a lot," he replies, slowly, cheeks tinged with pink.
tilts his head, amused he must say. 'I can't imagine a reason I would have to call you perverted... maybe you could enlighten me?'
thinks some more. "I think it's because I'm willing to give you...lap dances and then some," he sys, feeling rather stupid.
blushes beet root red, shifting slightly. 'W-w-wow.' He doesn't really know how to react and well, his imagination is being a pain. 'Well_
I'm sure I didn't complain.
tucks some hair behind his ear, trying to straighten up. "You take me clubbing sometimes," he continues.
makes a bit of a face, nose crinkling the plaster. 'The nearest I get to a club is a bar... or my school's prom... I guess that counts'
blinks. "...I think you must just like to dance with me or something," he mumbles. "I don't really drink when we go. I jut drink if it is
the two of us at your place or something."
... nods, 'I'm sure one drunk is enough to handle.'
pauses. "Then there are the times you touch your ass and put your fingers in my pants."
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knows how guys have sex, that's what all the magazines under the bed are about but... 'I bet you make nice sounds,' he murmurs, shifting_
in mild discomfort. He doesn't want to develop a certain something
blinks, going red in the face. It is almost a question of if it is his business or not. "I'm quiet," he mumbles in response.
makes a sad sound, 'Then how do I know if you're enjoying it?'
is not about to tell him that he makes obsene noise on purpose to please him. "I don't know."
thinks about this... going quiet.
says, thoughtfully, "I suppose...seeing I don't have enough energy to breathe, you know I'm enjoying it."
... might as well paint his cheeks red. He shifts again, 'A-ahh. I suppose that would let me know.' He's also imagining Matthew with_
trembling legs and that's not a safe way to go so he tries to kill it... and fails.
draws up his legs on the couch, chin resting on his knees. "I-I...I suppose I didn't truly know what kissing someone breathless meant until
we kissed," he murmurs.
shifts to accommodate him, smiling a bit. 'I still don't know what it means... but you make it sound special.'
glances over at Will. "Because it is special."
smiles back. 'Then you're obviously good at description.'
's own smile is timid as he brings a hand over his mouth as to hide it. "This all must be weird to hear. It's funny you actually believe me.
"
... huffs, pushing him to the other side of the couch playfully. 'I've just felt like something big has been missing, alright?... and that_
my memories aren't really mine. No wonder I'm a gullible bastard.'
's legs fall off the couch as he threatens to fall off entirely. But he supports himself against the arm of the couch. "But, I mean, I'm
telling you the truth, Will."
gets up to make tea, 'I know.'
gets up to follow him, having nothing else better to do.
offers him some tea, waving a tea bag.
lightly refuses. He is never one for tea. Not in this Will's life, either.
nods, 'Would you like some water instead?'
shakes his head. "You spoil me."
... raises an eyebrow, 'You spoil me?'
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raises an eyebrow, 'With water?'
holds back a laugh at Will's reaction. "You always try to share with me."
smiles, 'Well... that's natural in a relationship, I think.'