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winsome_wizard 2008-07-30 01:52 am UTC (link)

Letting out a long sigh, Jones raised his hand to rub at his brow, shutting his eyes as he felt a headache beginning to form. “You come back after 4 days, you look like you haven’t been fed in 2 months and run over by a truck, and you’re making jokes about me checking out your ass…fucking unbelievable.” He was really just trying to wrap his head around it. The guy looked like absolute shit, and there wasn’t any explanation for it. And there wouldn’t be until Waldo was cleaned up…both mentally and physically. Dropping his hand down, he placed his hands on his waist and watched him move from across the room. It took him a total of 5 seconds after Waldo had managed to get himself a glass of water to move into the kitchen, standing in the doorway. “Well…can you walk?” His tone wasn’t as soft and understanding as it should have been. Instead, it was rather short, like he needed to know right that second. “If so, than get your ass into the bathroom, take a shower, for God’s sakes get dressed, and then we’ll take things from there. I’ll lend you some clothes, you’ll stay here, and then…I don’t know, then we’ll go from there.” He started into the bedroom to gather up a shirt and pants. It wasn’t until he was out of his sight did he realize that maybe he wasn’t being as comforting as he should have been. But…damn it all, Oz was his best friend. He was worried, and he had every right to be, especially since he didn’t have the best reputation. But he had never gone missing for 4 days before. Never. Not once. Yanking an old Led Zeppelin t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants out of the drawer, he kept them folded and laid them on the sink for Waldo to change into. After that, he moved into his bedroom, taking a seat on his bed as he let out a long sigh. Damn it… (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

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winsome_wizard 2008-07-31 11:15 pm UTC (link)

Him repeating himself was the least of Jones’ concerns. At least he was saying something, and at least he was there, which he hadn’t been for the last four days. While he took his shower, Jones flopped himself down on his bed, staring up at the ceiling as he crossed his arms over his face, letting out a groan. God, he was so exhausted. Between having trouble sleeping because of the McKinnons, and because of Waldo going missing, and having practice every day, he was really quite out of it. And even though he wanted to fall asleep right there, right then, he was too antsy knowing that Oz had finally shown up. He didn’t budge when the door opened, and he hardly reacted after he heard him speak, except for his jaw clenching due to annoyance. “I’m glad you’re finding this all so funny.” He mumbled before he finally sat up, leaning forward as he messed up his fairly damp hair with his hand. He had managed to take his own shower after practice. “So what else is it going to take for you to tell me where the hell you’ve been?” He raised his brows high, his hands placed on either side of him on the mattress, his shoulders hunched forward. “I reckon you’re going to want something to eat, so why don’t we get that out of the way so you can’t make any excuses, yeah?” Rising to his feet, he moved over to the door, but stopped once he was next to Waldo. Ugh, he really didn’t want to be making jokes, but part of him had a feeling that his friend was seriously hurting in more than one way. “If I find out you did this to yourself to make yourself look tough or something, I’ll be really pissed off…because hell, I could have done it for you. Would have been happy to.” Giving him a halfhearted smirk, he gestured into the hallway with a tilt of his head. “Come on you wanker, let’s get you fed before you’re smaller than Boardman.” Walking into the kitchen, he opened the fridge and pulled out some leftover Chinese food, placing the many boxes out on the table, letting him pick what he wanted. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

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winsome_wizard 2008-08-05 05:14 am UTC (link)

Grabbing his own box of food, he reached behind him a grabbed a couple of forks, sliding one across the table to his friend. He would have used chopsticks, but he felt like stabbing at something, and you couldn’t really pull that off with a very thin piece of wood. Something metallic and pointy was needed for this process, and a fork was the correct instrument for the situation. So, spearing a piece of orange chicken, he took a bite, chewing it while he waited for Oz to say something. For him to say anything that could give him an idea of what the hell had happened to him. What he did say, however, caused Jones to raise his brows. His chewing got slower, and with a sigh, he began to prod at the cold poultry. “Yeah, well…I kind of figured that one out, since you were wearing a hospital gown and no pants.” Raising his eyes to meet his own, he gave a shrug. “Not that you having no pants on is a rare occurrence or anything, but the gown kind of gave you away.” Alright, he was trying to keep the mood light, because maybe that was how Waldo would get to talking. If he ordered him to speak like a dog, he’d clam up, and nothing would get accomplished. “So, you have no idea what happened to you? You just…woke up in a hospital, a muggle hospital no less, seeing how you weren’t wearing lime green, and you don’t remember a thing?” [OMG SHORT, BUT OMG A REPLY! XD] (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

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