03-12-2017, 11:40 PM
(The post read great, but leave Larry's actions to me. I didn't mind it in this case given that it was small, but I was also getting to that point in this post lol.)
When he was fully ready, the male left the small kitchen of the studio. He heard the noise and was slightly startled. They were the only few in the building after all, so hearing it made him alert. He had thought it was coming from another studio until his eyes and ears honed in on his and Gerard's door. What was going on?
He tried to open the door to no avail. It was locked and all he could hear was heavy thuds and the sounds of various objects being smashed amid grunts and...growls? He reached into his pocket for his keys and in just a few seconds, the door was unlocked and flung open with his foot. Now...he sort of regretted even opening the place as he saw two very hostile men disguised under familiar faces and on top of it all, there was this musk he could not explain, coming from both of them. It felt...invigoratingly enticing...what was he even thinking? He was pissed, evident by the way his own chest was puffing with a minor mix of anxiety.
"Sorry doesn't replace those..."
He pointed at his destroyed desk and various designs. There were a few things he could let slide, but that took it for him. Calmly, he moved away from the door to get out their way. It was clear what he wanted.
"Just go..." he sighed deeply to clear himself of a few thoughts, though honestly, he was clearly annoyed. "I'll ask for another room come Monday."
"But I caught a ride with you," Bradley stated.
Larry raised an eyebrow. "Not my problem. Take a trolley, take a bus. UCLA isn't that far, so maybe you can also just walk. I hear that's healthier anyways. Looks like none of you could be professional, so...I care?"
The nonchalance from him was strong. Once he was positive they were out, he went over towards his destroyed projects, the sound of his own frustration sounding off. He didn't care if they heard it or not, his hand hitting the wall harshly and the sound of a few more already broken things tossed. He was pissed himself and probably would be until he cleared his mind.
When he was fully ready, the male left the small kitchen of the studio. He heard the noise and was slightly startled. They were the only few in the building after all, so hearing it made him alert. He had thought it was coming from another studio until his eyes and ears honed in on his and Gerard's door. What was going on?
He tried to open the door to no avail. It was locked and all he could hear was heavy thuds and the sounds of various objects being smashed amid grunts and...growls? He reached into his pocket for his keys and in just a few seconds, the door was unlocked and flung open with his foot. Now...he sort of regretted even opening the place as he saw two very hostile men disguised under familiar faces and on top of it all, there was this musk he could not explain, coming from both of them. It felt...invigoratingly enticing...what was he even thinking? He was pissed, evident by the way his own chest was puffing with a minor mix of anxiety.
"Sorry doesn't replace those..."
He pointed at his destroyed desk and various designs. There were a few things he could let slide, but that took it for him. Calmly, he moved away from the door to get out their way. It was clear what he wanted.
"Just go..." he sighed deeply to clear himself of a few thoughts, though honestly, he was clearly annoyed. "I'll ask for another room come Monday."
"But I caught a ride with you," Bradley stated.
Larry raised an eyebrow. "Not my problem. Take a trolley, take a bus. UCLA isn't that far, so maybe you can also just walk. I hear that's healthier anyways. Looks like none of you could be professional, so...I care?"
The nonchalance from him was strong. Once he was positive they were out, he went over towards his destroyed projects, the sound of his own frustration sounding off. He didn't care if they heard it or not, his hand hitting the wall harshly and the sound of a few more already broken things tossed. He was pissed himself and probably would be until he cleared his mind.