<Trigg> what keeps me warm inside

[Mitty]

Mitty walked aimlessly in circles around the hall. He needed some new friends, but he certainly wasn't going to waste his own time with himself to go find them. He was too beautiful, too perfect to need to put effort into something like friends. They should be looking for him. As he walked, waiting for someone to come in and worship him, his circles grew smaller and smaller.

When his circle became smaller than his shoe, he stumbled slightly and did a sort of fall-walk thing toward a piano that happened to be situated nearby. It was a very shiny piano, as if it hadn't been touched more than a few times, and by careful hands. The bench would make a nice chair. He could pretend he played it; people always love pianists. In reality, he had made fun of the nerdy kids who played piano back home. Of course, they hadn't loved him enough. Just like his parents hadn't loved him enough. He hoped the people here wouldn't make that mistake. As his parents had nearly learned, that was a fatal mistake, a mistake one never wanted to make.

Elegantly, he placed his hand on the keys of the piano and played one note very slowly, with two of the pedals pushed down at the same time. It sounded perfect. It sounded perfect because he had made it sound.

He was so absorbed in that sound that he hardly noticed the door open. The only part of the occurrence that made itself obviously known to him was the squeal that the door made, as if it was telling him personally that someone was coming to be his friend. Not that that was every possible. Doors didn't think, and therefore, they couldn't possibly have that kind of respect for him. The noise it made said otherwise, and he let its squeak ring in his mind as he watched for the person who had opened it to come in and worship him.

[Trigger [Shotner]]

Trigger was in a strange mood. His appearance was proof of that; the back of his hair was tied into two bunches at different levels on his head, the front of his hair and been fixed into a quiff and was held in place with an orange clip -curtosy of Evie, although she didn't know he'd taken it. He was wearing a bright green t-shirt with a long-sleeved red top underneath it and a yellow cardigan - yes, a cardigan on a boy - with a pair of floral surf shorts and flip flops.

Trigg had gone out for a walk and now he was on his way back to the hostel, he had got a few strange looks throughout his walk. He wasn't really expecting any different from the closed-minded people of Callabral. The door squeaked rather loudly as he opened it and Trigger jumped back in astonishment and clapped his hands over his mouth. "THE DOOR SPOKE!" he shouted. Trigger was in a strange mood.


[ooc] crap and all over the place. i've no muse and it was one of those stopstart affairs. sorry. [/ooc]

[Mitty]

Mitty took one look at the newcomer and snickered loudly. Either the kid was a flamer, a moron, or a nut job. Any one of the three would make a perfect friend. He would probably do whatever Mitty said, which was one of the majour criteria for friendship. He cleared his throat in an administrative manner and smiled.

"Hi. I'm Mitty. You are?" he finished off that statement with a question that was friendly enough, to him, but made clear his opinion of the guy.

As he spoke, he eyed up the kid. His dyed black hair held up by a number of little girls' hair clips at all different and ridiculous angles. He was wearing a rainbow of mismatched clothing that were almost thrift-store material, and it all looked absolutely moronic. The surfer-dude shorts would have stood out like a sore thumb except that there was nothing matching to stand out from.

{OOC: 'sok. Obviously, my muse is wherever yours is, and they're probably mocking us}

[Trigger [Shotner]]

Trigg had not been aware that anyone else was in the room. The snicker scared him almost as much as the door had, he flattened his back against the door frame and squinted across the room at him. The snicker had come from a boy and that boy cleared his throat and then started talking to him. His tone was a little less inviting than Trigg was used to but there was something about the authority in his voice that made Trigg interested in what he had to say. Very interested.

"Trigger." Trigg informed the boy, walking -correction stumbling- towards him. You see the thing is, Trigg isn't exactly sober right now. He's not in a weird mood, he's just slightly high. Es + Trigg = WEIRD, WEIRD THINGS. [e.g. the clothing, the shouting ect.] He stopped right beside Mitty and very tenderly stroked his arm. Trigg was always like this when he was on Es, he stroked things and usually blabbered on about how soft they were. But there was something about this boy which was forbidding him to speak. And that made Trigg find him hot, really hot. "So soft." he whispered so quietly he wasn't sure if the other boy would be able to hear him.


[ooc] my muse enjoys mocking me. it usually turns up for about a week and then wanders off for a month and comes back for a week ect. ect. [/ooc]

[Mitty]

Looking at Trigger stumble across the room, Mitty couldn't help but laugh, so he did--loudly, and cruelly. It wasn't like the kid was going to remember in a few minutes anyway. He was as high as the metaphorical sky, for crying out loud. That was obvious from the way he teetered when he walked, but not in a drunken way. He teetered in more of the way in which he could never decide which direction he wanted to walk. That's what it looked like to Mitty, anyway. It was amusing, though. Mitty could already feel himself needing to take advantage of this drug-muddled idiot.

It was a very peculiar feeling for Mitty when Trigger stroked his arm. It sent chills down his spine to the specific place where all chills seem to end, and all it had been was a touch on his arm. He was definitely going to get in Trigger's pants one of these days. Or, rather, his hideous surf shorts. If he didn't, then Mitty was going to be very angry with his new friend. What else were friends for but to make him happy, and sex with Trigger would make him very happy.

That decision led him to the process of trying to get into Trigger's pants. Maybe he would just kiss the fool, and then Trigger would just do what he wanted from there. Maybe he would stick his hands down Trigger's stupid shorts and play with him for a little bit and persuade him to it. First though, he ought to gauge his willingness. Mitty liked to know if he was going to be accused of rape before it happened. That would be a surprise, and Mitty didn't like being surprised. He was supposed to be the one doing the surprising.

Step one in the Mitty's-dick-up-Trigger's-ass plan: figure out if he's willing. He looked like he would be, but one never knew with someone that wasted. So Mitty decided to take action. He wrapped his arms around the kid and slid his hands down to grope Trigger's crotch quite obviously. If Trigger jumped or seemed bothered, Mitty would have to get him drunk as well as high and then sex him up anyway. If he didn't, then he would take it as an invitation to continue to step two of his plan. Step two was to drag Trigger off to a nice quiet bedroom that they could make noisy quite easily.