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Dumb's My Thing
Dramatis Personae Toru, Trib	2013-09-06 Friday Night Confessions. WARNING: Naked Trib.
Location <NYC> 311 {Trib} - Sunrise Apartments
There is no furniture in this apartment. That's the main thing that's noticeable. Well, almost no furniture. There is a battered lawn chair and an equally battered card table with a small, ancient radio sitting on it; the latter is often littered with newspapers and playing cards. And shoved up under the sole window is a battered arm chair, upholstered in a cowboy print fabric. There is no art, although on one wall, there appears to be a collage of pictures and articles -- most boxing, although there are a few news stories and glossy physique images from muscle magazines that have made the cut. Through the small, dingy kitchen is the entrance to the bedroom, where a new-looking platform holds an oversized bed - - the only piece of furniture in there. The door to the bathroom is closed, but it's probably equally uncluttered in there. Friday nights are not a big deal around Trib's place. Where other couples (and singles) would be getting ready for a night out, the boxer is usually hunkering down for a night in. And tonight is no different. He's managed to score a stack of DVDs from the rental place -- surprise! Not all of them are boxing films, for once. There are some good recent action movies in the stack. There is also FOOD. Three (!) pizza boxes sit on the counter, hot and smelling delicious, and if one were to look in the dented refrigerator, they would find a couple of 3 liter bottles of soda. (Take /that/, city of New York!) Trib...is not in this scene, at the moment. It certainly looks like he /should/ be, but there's no visible sign of him. Only a cracked bathroom door and the sound of a running shower. And maybe singing. At the very least, loud humming. It may or may not be REO Speedwagon. As per usual, Toru is arriving a bit earlier than he probably should have, as evidenced by Trib's current presence off-stage. He's also dressed a touch on the unusual side today; jeans, for one thing, and a hoodie over his usual t-shirt (and dog tags tucked under that). Today he's also carrying a blue backpack, instead of his usual messenger bag; drop a couple years and he'd look like he just got home from school. When he gets to the door, he does at least give it a few knocks. "Trib?" There's a bit of hesitation, and then he tries the knob. When the door yields, he steps in quietly but does announce his presence. "It's me, I'm coming in." Shoes are slipped off, backpack tossed aside, door locked, and he strides through the apartment in socked feet. Eyebrows lift slightly at the pile of pizzas, and as he stops to paw through the DVDs he calls, "You expectin' company or somethin'?" The humming in the shower pauses when Toru comes through the door, and it's only a moment longer before the shower shuts off, and there's the sound of rings sliding back. "That you, pup?" Trib's baritone floats from behind the door. "I hope so, 'cause I ain't in the mood for fightin' no one with my dick hangin' out." The boxer sounds like he's actually in a good mood, and he's even smiling when his head pokes out the door to verify that it is, in fact, the teenager in his apartment. He offers a wink as he retreats back into the bathroom, leaving the door open this time. "Naw," is his rumble of an answer to Toru's question. "That's for us. I figure we'll stuff ourselves on pizza, an' curl up in bed to watch a couple of good movies." He pokes his head out, his smile replaced with a hard furrow of his eyebrows. "You didn't have nothin' planned, did you?" Toru looks to the bathroom with a grin, running a hand through his hair and brushing at it. "If I had better plans'n that I wouldn't be here." DVDs are replaced in their pile and, after a moment's thought, he pulls his hoodie off to toss aside somewhere, strolling over to stand in the doorway of the bathroom, arms folded over his chest. "I know you're just askin' to be polite but seriously, you been top on my priority card for a while now, y'know?" He's not actually /watching/ Trib finish up his shower ritual, really just looking at the wall for the moment, though he does offer a brief glance over to the boxer once he's gotten that statement out. "Anyway, sounds like you're in a better mood'n I've seen you in in a little while. Good day at work or somethin'?" "There /ain't/ any better plans than that," Trib rumbles, with a crinkle of his eyes in the mirror. "Unless it's fighting the main bout." He shadowboxes his reflection for a moment, grinning at himself before grabbing a comb and beginning to work it through his hair. "But I figured you might have plans with some of your other friends or somethin'." He pauses in his combing at the assurance, holding Toru's gaze in the mirror for a long moment. "I don't do nothin' to be polite," he grunts, breaking the stare to look down into the sink. "I've just got in the habit of figurin' you into my plans." He shifts his weight uncomfortably for a moment, his brow lowering thoughtfully. Luckily, Toru's question breaks the tension, and he blinks as he look up and over his shoulder. "Oh. Yeah. I got a good workout in after work, an' jogged home." The smile he offers is via the mirror, sharp and full of wicked promise. Raising an eyebrow, Toru can't help but smirk at that reply. "So what you're /sayin'/ is you wasted your money rentin' those movies, then." As if expecting some kind of retaliation for the remark, though, he takes a quick step backwards right after asking that question. He's back soon enough, though, pulling his tags out from under his shirt and toying with them idly, fidgeting with them a bit. "Speakin' of plans, I was thinkin' uh.. in a few days, or like.. I guess next weekend, maybe we could get a hotel room or somethin'. Just-- I know you don't like me wastin' my money, but I was thinkin' it'd be nice for a change. Try and find one with a hot tub or somethin' that you can fit in, yeah?" There's a grin there, as he looks to the shower and then back to Trib. "Hey, I can fuckin' control myself for a /couple of hours/," Trib protests, furrowing his brow in the mirror. All his combing is for nothing, as he raises his left hand to push it through his hair. Which seems to achieve the look he was going for, as he leaves it and turns to face Toru. The proposed plan gets an asymmetrical furrow of the boxer's brow, and he folds his arms across his chest. "If you want to get a hotel room, pup, we can do that," he says slowly, one eye twitching noticeably as he makes this concession. "But, if you're lookin' for one with a tub /my/ size, you better start hopin' to find a beanstalk with a giant fuckin' Hilton at the top." "Well, maybe not the Hilton," Toru concedes, even smiling a little sheepishly. "But... well, I'll look around. Places got websites, they put pictures up, I can call.." He shrugs, waving a hand vaguely. "I got savings, y'know? I mean, like I said before, all I got on toppa rent is my phone bill, I pretty much save what money I don't spend so I can do stuff like that every so often. And it's nice to have someone else clean up after you, for a change," he adds with a grin. "It's just, uh.. My ma's probably gonna be tryin' to hunt me down around then and I really don't wanna talk to 'er." Frowning, there, he shakes his head a few times and steps into the bathroom, taking that comb Trib was using, and running it through his own hair a few times. And actually leaving it combed! At least for now. "And I don't need 'er trackin' me down here neither, that's like fifty conversations I really don't wanna have with her right now, or ever." "Yeah," Trib grunts, his mouth drawing up in a lopsided grin as he leans against the doorframe to watch Toru comb his hair. He's quiet for a long moment after Toru explains, and his smile fades into a flat line that lacks any discernible emotion. He pokes his tongue into the corner of his mouth from the inside, bulging the skin there as he chews on the information. He nods, then, and pushes off the door frame to move into the bedroom. "See if you can find one of them places with a restaurant inside. I fuckin' love hotel restaurants. Them butters on them little pieces of cardboard...." Explanation accepted, it seems. "Hey." Toru strides after Trib, reaching a hand out to grab the boxer's arm, gripping it firmly. "It ain't 'cause you're... it's a ton of things. Not just-- parents can be really fuggin' scary, y'know?" He shakes his head slowly. "It'd be different if I was talkin' to 'em, but... we got kinda a complicated relationship, and the way things are now they'd probably twist around me datin' /anybody/ to be some kinda problem." His free hand brushes over his hair, mussing it up already, and slides down to scrub at his jaw. "It ain't nothin' about you, I just try and keep 'em outta my personal life whenever I can. I shouldn't've said nothin'." The hand on his arm /does/ stop Trib, and he turns to face Toru with a small curl to his lips. "Pup," he says, his rumble warm and sympathetic. "You ain't got to explain havin' a fucked-up relationship with your parents to /me/." He reaches out to cup his hand along Toru's jaw, displacing the scrubbing hand with a casual bat. "I /know/ we're all right. That's why I can let it alone." The sigh that Toru lets out there is one of barely-restrained relief, and he nods a few more times than is /strictly/ necessary. "Alright. I wasn't sure if like-- sometimes you do that thing where you change the subject 'cause I said somethin' stupid, and I thought maybe that was one of those times." He moves that batted hand to cup the outside of Trib's, turning his head to give a quick kiss to the inside of the boxer's palm. "Y'know..." Gripping the hand a little more tightly, he closes his eyes, just getting cozy for the moment. "I kinda love you a little bit. It just makes me get stupid sometimes." Trib is a statue, at that confession, every muscle in his body going rigid for a moment as if Toru's power has suddenly spiked out of control. Except for the tic in his jaw, and the slow widening of his eyes. "Oh, thank /fuck/," he growls in a pleased tone, using that hand to HAUL Toru forward and crush him against naked flesh in a sudden hug. "I fuckin' thought it was just /me/." And then there is a kiss. A deep, passionate kiss that is a claiming, of sorts. Different from any previous, and it lasts a very long time before Trib breaks it without removing his mouth from the smaller man's. His jaw works, and there's words that stick in his throat, vibrating helplessly against Toru's lips. True to his usual obliviousness, though, Toru apparently doesn't realize the weight of what he said. Trib's initial reply is met with a slow sort of, "Huh?", followed by a surprised, but definitely pleased, little yelp. He's grinning against that kiss, at first, but it doesn't take very long before he's pulling his arms up to wrap around Trib's neck, eyes closed as he all but melts into that kiss. There's a pleased little groan against the larger man's lips, one hand sliding gently up t tangle fingers in moist hair, but beyond that he doesn't seek to take the kiss any further. Once Trib breaks it off, he's silent for a moment, following it up with a few smaller kisses, and finally he murmurs, a little sheepishly and slightly muffled, "...I guess I sorta assumed you knew. Remember that time I said sometimes I get stupid?" Trib relaxes his grip slightly, although he doesn't let Toru's feet hit the floor fully, seemingly preferring to let the teenager dangle from his neck. Smaller kisses are returned, and his lips seem to be permanently curled into a satisfied smile. "That ain't the kind of thing I like to assume," he admits with a gravelly chuckle. "I mean, I ain't the easiest person to get along with, what bein' all sunshiney an' shit." He laughs again, a noise like rocks rolling downhill that comes with a vibration of his torso that's easily felt through clasping arms. "Which time?" he says in response to the question, his eyes crinkling in a teasing expression. "To be fair, you say that a fuckin' /lot/." "I /meant/ the time just now, but any other time'd work too. 'Cause I am kinda stupid sometimes." Toru smirks, just a bit, shifting a little as he re-tightens his grip. "And yeah, sometimes the bright sunny shit is a drag, but you make up for it." There's another little kiss there, but he then gradually lowers himself to the floor, brushing one socked foot along Trib's leg. "But, y'know, apparently you're into that," he adds, teasingly. "So I ain't complainin'. But if you don't get some shorts on or somethin', then those movies really are gonna be wasted." "Yeah, you can be pretty fuckin' dumb," Trib agrees, his smile slipping to one side of his face. "Lucky for you, dumb is kind of my thing." He lets Toru slide to the floor, loosening his grip to step away, letting his fingers brush against the younger man's waist. The suggestion gets a bark of laughter, and the boxer nods as he steps towards the neatly-folded piles of clothing that serves as his dresser. "I'll put on a pair of shorts," he says, "but you gotta take off more of your clothes." He taps the hollow of his throat pointedly. "An' get dressed proper." "Well, I was already gonna take off my pants," Toru replies, a bit matter-of-factly. "Cuddlin' ain't cozy in jeans, it's just been cool enough lately that I think shorts season might be over. Fuggin' global warming, my ass," that last bit is grumbled, but he does indeed set to removing his jeans, stripping down to blue boxers underneath them. Once he gets those removed, he crumples them up and tosses them aside, followed by his shirt. Once those are all removed, he looks around the bedroom floor in search of his collar and, once /that/ is found, he pulls off his dogtags, strolling over to hang them from the doorknob, and replaces them with the collar. He fastens it just a bit loosely, flopping onto the bed and crawling under the covers, pulling them over himself and nestling in. Maybe it's unintentional, but Trib grabs a pair of boxer-briefs in blue, and slides them on, dancing a bit to get them settled. "This cool weather fuckin' rocks," he rumbles, perhaps unaware of the grumble. "Makes workin' out feel fuckin' /nice/." He watches as Toru gets into the bed, drumming fingers along his hip bone with a satisfied smirk. "I ain't ever goin' to get tired of that sight," he rumbles, moving towards the door. "No fallin' asleep," he warns amiably as he moves into the living room to get the laptop and a few DVDs. "An' no hoggin' the pillows. Jesus. I /still/ ain't figured out how a little fuck like you takes up so much room." "Ain't fallin' asleep, just gettin' comfy," Toru mumbles, muffled under the bedspread. He does, while Trib is out of the room, get himself situated a bit more appropriately for movie watchin'; setting the pillows up to make them better for leaning on. When the boxer returns, he lays back on one pillow, indicating the other with one hand, and answers that last remark with an amused, "You give me space to spread out in and I'm gonna spread out. You've seen where I sleep at home, you think I ain't gonna take up room when I can?" Snark aside, once Trib gets settled in with the laptop, Toru curls up against his side, playing with the larger man's hair idly as he gets the laptop set up for movie watchin', and actually behaving once the film actually begins.