07-14-2018, 04:29 PM
[align=center][div style="width: 51%; text-align: justify; font-size: 10pt; letter-spacing: -1px; font-family: georgia;"]Church wasn't known for being the nicest person. Really, he was a grumpy asshole with a short fuse. His one redeeming quality? Well, he...didn't have one. Not one that was obvious, anyways. Deep down, he was a good guy, and he wanted to do good things. Simply put, he wasn't always a jerk.
But today he was. Ever since that morning, he had been in a god awful mood. He had left his room with a scowl on his face, eyes glassy with exhaustion. Nightmares had plagued him all night and even though he couldn't discern any of them, the flashes--blood and screaming, an unknown voice--were enough to startle him awake. From midnight on, he couldn't fall back to asleep, too absorbed trying to figure out what it meant. But he was also afraid it might happen again, that they would return if he dared to close his eyes. So he stayed up most of the night and was left in an extremely sour mood.
Everyone who came and tried to speak with him would get snapped at, and then he'd storm away, coming closer to starting a scene with every passing moment. Then Caboose came along in all his annoying glory.
The guy seemed to have a serious talent in getting on his every last nerve. There was just something so aggravating about him, how he was always so oblivious and cheery. Even in the worst situation, he'd be completely at ease, happy even. Half the time he didn't even know what the fuck was going on. So it seemed only natural to him that he would dislike him. Even so, he couldn't bring himself to hate him. He was annoying as hell, sure, but he was almost used to having him around now. Besides, it was nice to have him around in their current situation--he was familiar, and there was comfort in that.
But right now, he would have given anything to be left alone, especially by Caboose. Even now his voice was grating on his nerves, his jaw clenching. He couldn't stop himself as he blurted out. "Gotdammit, Caboose! Would you just shut the fuck up for once?!" he half-yells, turning to the other canine with fire in his eyes.
//please wait for [member=1137]CABOOSE[/member] to post!! uwu
"SPEECH"
But today he was. Ever since that morning, he had been in a god awful mood. He had left his room with a scowl on his face, eyes glassy with exhaustion. Nightmares had plagued him all night and even though he couldn't discern any of them, the flashes--blood and screaming, an unknown voice--were enough to startle him awake. From midnight on, he couldn't fall back to asleep, too absorbed trying to figure out what it meant. But he was also afraid it might happen again, that they would return if he dared to close his eyes. So he stayed up most of the night and was left in an extremely sour mood.
Everyone who came and tried to speak with him would get snapped at, and then he'd storm away, coming closer to starting a scene with every passing moment. Then Caboose came along in all his annoying glory.
The guy seemed to have a serious talent in getting on his every last nerve. There was just something so aggravating about him, how he was always so oblivious and cheery. Even in the worst situation, he'd be completely at ease, happy even. Half the time he didn't even know what the fuck was going on. So it seemed only natural to him that he would dislike him. Even so, he couldn't bring himself to hate him. He was annoying as hell, sure, but he was almost used to having him around now. Besides, it was nice to have him around in their current situation--he was familiar, and there was comfort in that.
But right now, he would have given anything to be left alone, especially by Caboose. Even now his voice was grating on his nerves, his jaw clenching. He couldn't stop himself as he blurted out. "Gotdammit, Caboose! Would you just shut the fuck up for once?!" he half-yells, turning to the other canine with fire in his eyes.
//please wait for [member=1137]CABOOSE[/member] to post!! uwu
"SPEECH"