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Without the Sour the Sweet Wouldn't Taste (Nephero)
« on: September 16, 2017, 01:49:36 pm »
This was insane.

It was ridiculously fucking stupid that he was afraid of leaving his own fucking apartment alone. Or just being alone. Everything had gotten scarier since they got back from their trip. He refused to even check his deliveries this past week or so.

Packages were only good things if you ordered them yourself.

He had been so fucking clingy with Vasili too. Not that his husband seemed to mind. It had been kinda nice. It probably just seemed like newlywed stuff...

Yet here he was, stewing in his apartment alone, looking out the window from an angle so hopefully the now all too familiar hooded figure outside wouldn't actually see him. Anytime he was alone that guy was following him. Watching him. If Vasili was around or other squadron members, he wouldn't follow him. Or that was how it seemed.

Rando knew Yavul was right. He had to tell Vasili about this but.

He meant to tell him the night Vasili picked him up from the store.

He only managed to lie by omission because Vasili didn't outright ask him the specific questions. Of course his husband knew he was upset and something was wrong but. If he had told him that night there would have been a scandal. Vasili would have probably beat the creep up or worse. Not that the guy didn't deserve it. He did. But the trouble it would have caused with PR, maybe even inquiry... it wasn't worth it.

Rando watched, as the guy looked up at the window and he jerked even further out of view. Did the freak see him? Did he think some sort of meaningful eye contact had been made or something disgusting like that?

Rando sunk down to the floor and scooted his feet along the faux wood tiles till his knees met his chest. Was he supposed to just cower in his fucking apartment till Vasili came over?? He didn't even want to be here these days. Even when Vas was with him. He hadn't played any of his shit in days and if it wasn't for the network lockout and subsequent reprieve because of Vasili being hurt he would have been penalized for not making weekly rank. He might have been kicked off the Cyclones.

That's why he was here now. To get his rank up. But he couldn't concentrate, he had no interest in stupid games and PR bullshit. For once he would rather just be in a training hall punching something that actually met his fist.

 

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