Realistic or Modern give me forever for a while [colex rp]

[PavellumPendulum]

Availex_Reign
here's the thread for our bois

(I'll make an opening post at some point. also. like my title??? LOL)

 

[Availex_Reign]

(bootiful for our smol beans. I luv et maaaaan. )

 

[PavellumPendulum]

He'd woken in a tangle of his sheets, barely teetered on the edge of the bed, curled up and half on his pillow. Cole's little world was little more than the what was held within the confines of his bed. The stuffed animals (penguins, mostly) filled the corners of the mattresses, some within his arms as well. He wasn't quite sure what the time was but there was little he could think of without hearing the doorbell ringing. It was winter break, and he'd planned on sleeping most of the days away, but he supposed there was little he could do now, since his grandparents weren't keen on being the ones to open the door.

Grumbling quietly, he slid out of bed, in his crinkled pyjamas, padding out of his room. Bleary-eyed, he sighed heavily as he navigated the stairs, finally arriving at the door with a frown. When did they ever have visitors? Cole didn't have friends, and neither did his-

Scratch that. Upon opening the door, he was reminded that he, er, perhaps did have a friend.

Alex stood there on his porch, letting all the cold air in. Cole made a face at him, hiding behind the door as the snow drifted in. "Uh... Hi." It was little more than a greeting, but he was tired and the cold air was not making him any more talkative.

 

[Availex_Reign]

Ah, so the small twerp makes his appearance? Somewhat surprising, Alex hadn't actually expected him to open the door because of their quite ... tense relationship. Then again, how could he expect his sudden-appearance? Heh, he was just a really good friend who knew how to spice up a winter's day, is all. And, he wasn't going to have one whole day of no-school just to tottle around his own home. No, no - he would find his enjoyment in pain. Ah, aka... Code: Torture Cole. Mm, what a poor waste the kid didn't fight him...

He cleared his throat, leaning over on one-side of his doorframe, and Cole a drained, pale face. "Pfft, what was that? You hit your head on the ceiling when you woke up?" Alex paused for a moment, and then snickered at the thought, "Oh wait... you couldn't, you're a munchkin. A quiet, self-holding one at that. Get out here, will you?"

Alex had to admit; although he did enjoy bugging the brains out of Cole, there was a small bit of entertainment just having a presence around. It wasn't like he had much at home for him. His father was just a constant drinker after having been kicked out of the military, and his mom... wow. How long has it been?

The very tall teen took a step into the building quite evasively, looking around as he stuffed his clammy hands into his leather jacket for protection. He whistled in surprise; "Heh, you guys keep the place up, don't you? Haven't ever been in someone's house before other than that old hobo who sleeps on Brookhart street. You'd be surprised how much cash the dude actually has."

 

[PavellumPendulum]

He found himself instinctively leaning back at Alex pushing past his doorframe and peering down at him. The other was still a giant, though it wasn't surprising, he supposed. It was becoming more obvious with the coming days that he was done growing, and the strain on his neck from staring up at the other all the time was yet another special reminder just for him. "I just woke up." He stated simply, frowning when the other told him to get out of the house. And into the cold? What kind of madman was he? The snow outside had nothing on the pretigious, scenic bed of Cole Montilyet, nor did it sport any of the same comforts. He was still in his pyjamas too! His mouth opening to give the other a word of disapproval (not that it would mean anything, Alex typically didn't listen to his complaints anyways), the other seemed to disregard his previous request and simply step into his home. Luckily, the snow on his boots was only trekked onto the doormat, but Cole frowned anyways, closing the door behind the other.

"... He's not a hobo if he has a house." It wasn't really relevant at this point, since he should probably be shooing the other out, but he figured he couldn't quite do anything against Alex. "Do you need something...?" It sounded like less of a question and more of a statement with an annoyed undertone: he kind of just wanted to head back to bed, and only the Lord knew how his grandparents would react with this kid that looked like a greaser in their house. He wasn't ready for Grandmaman to have a heart attack.

 

[Availex_Reign]

There was a sudden pause in the atmosphere as soon as the smaller boy asked the question. Alex immediately found himself smirking at the question, "Oh - me? It looks like I need something?" He whistled, looking Cole up and down. "We've only started the day then, kid. Go get some clothes on, will you?" He punched a light fist on Cole's left shoulder, urging him to get a move-on in a less violent way than what he would usually pull. Whipping out some almost-fake appearing cigarettes that, in this universe, were noncancerous just fitted for Alex, he dug around in his leather jacket pocket in search of his lighter.

"So damn cold out there," he said in a muffled tone, trying to keep the cigarette in his mouth as he spoke, "The best thing that's happened this whole year besides that chick whose water broke in class. Or, when I took a fist to Joseph Riley." The boy looked over his free hand, peering at the small scar marks of where his knuckles had obviously busted from traumatic impact on something that definitely wasn't going to break so easily. "Broken nose for a whole school year. And by me, of course. Heh, and now look at what I did. He's got ladies all over him."

Alex shook his head, muttering to himself; "Bastard.... stealing all the good stuff, even then... ah, hey, you got a move-on yet?"

 

[PavellumPendulum]

He huffed at the whistling and the top to bottom regards, frowning deeply. It was just like Alex to barge in and do as he pleased. Though he considered the other less of a pain and more as... Well, an acquaintance. ... A friend. Right. A friend. Okay, he considered him a friend, but dragging him out of bed to go into the terrible outdoors (Cole was exaggerating, the snow was light and the sun was out, high in the sky), definitely was not looked upon highly. Frowning at the fist nudging his side back up the stairs to his room where Alex wanted him to get something warmer on, he made an even worse face when the other started to smoke indoors, complaining about some of their garbage classmates. Cole didn't pay attention to much of anyone, so he ignored the stories, making a shooing motion at the other.

"Fine, I'll get changed, but don't smoke in here." he grumbled, rolling his eyes at Alex griping about not being surrounded by 'the ladies'. Ugh, men. Prodding the other in the direction of the door, he sighed and turned on his heels to go up the stairs, pulling on thicker pants and a heavier sweater. Making a puffy mess of himself, he continued by slipping on a jacket, a toque, a scarf and mittens, peering at Alex when he returned.

"... You know I hate being cold." He also hated explaining himself.