Trent : home alone

Ru belongs to tsuki_no_bara and has a journal of his own at runeden. They live in Eden, which belongs to cicirossi, and this is somewhat out of timeline, for which I apologise.

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Trent feels kinda weird being in Ru's room in an empty house. There had probably been a couple of times when they were back in high school that he'd been in here without Ru being around, waiting for him to get back from running an errand for his mom or something, but this was totally different.

Like, silent and heavy and just a little uncomfortable. He'd soaked his piercings and mostly remembered not to scratch when they itched, and packed and re-packed the stuff Sari and George had managed to rescue from his dorm room so it took up less space, and now he couldn’t settle to anything.

Trent thought that once Mrs Abernathy got home she'd probably have something to say about him sitting around. At least he'd be able to get on with combing the paper for jobs and apartments, and there'd be someone else here, even if he was sure she was looking at him like he was some kind of slightly odd alien thing she didn’t quite know what to do with. Ru's parents were being really cool about the whole unexpected house guest thing, but the sooner he and Ru could get a place of their own, the better.

He figured if he turned the radio he might be able to forget that there was no one home – possibly no one anywhere on the whole street save a couple of stay at home moms - but the aerial was bust on Ru's boom-box. Somehow he couldn't pick out a cd any more than he could choose a single book from the stack he'd flicked through or figure out what he could do to be helpful that wouldn't be rude to start doing without asking first. In the end he just listened to the silence and the slow swoosh of the ceiling fan turning.

Trent : home alone

Ru belongs to tsuki_no_bara and has a journal of his own at runeden. They live in Eden, which belongs to cicirossi, and this is somewhat out of timeline, for which I apologise.

****** ****** ******

Trent feels kinda weird being in Ru's room in an empty house. There had probably been a couple of times when they were back in high school that he'd been in here without Ru being around, waiting for him to get back from running an errand for his mom or something, but this was totally different.

Like, silent and heavy and just a little uncomfortable. He'd soaked his piercings and mostly remembered not to scratch when they itched, and packed and re-packed the stuff Sari and George had managed to rescue from his dorm room so it took up less space, and now he couldn’t settle to anything.

Trent thought that once Mrs Abernathy got home she'd probably have something to say about him sitting around. At least he'd be able to get on with combing the paper for jobs and apartments, and there'd be someone else here, even if he was sure she was looking at him like he was some kind of slightly odd alien thing she didn’t quite know what to do with. Ru's parents were being really cool about the whole unexpected house guest thing, but the sooner he and Ru could get a place of their own, the better.

He figured if he turned the radio he might be able to forget that there was no one home – possibly no one anywhere on the whole street save a couple of stay at home moms - but the aerial was bust on Ru's boom-box. Somehow he couldn't pick out a cd any more than he could choose a single book from the stack he'd flicked through or figure out what he could do to be helpful that wouldn't be rude to start doing without asking first. In the end he just listened to the silence and the slow swoosh of the ceiling fan turning.