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ATTN: Roger - Measure in love...
Days of Inspiration: A Rent RPG
Fri, Mar. 10th, 2006 10:03 pm
ATTN: Roger

Mark stood standing silently in the center of the loft's open area, duffle bag at his feet. A breath caught in his throat and he tapped his foot. He was torn - should he tell his roommate that he was leaving and possibly wake him up from a possible nap? (The musician's door was closed - he didn't know what was happening begind the closed door)

Or should he just leave?

Finally, with a slight push of his glasses up his nose, he sighed, reaching down to shoulder his duffel bag. He quickly leaned over to the countertop and scribbled a note onto the pad there, before reaching into his pocket for the small fold of dollar bills. He pulled five bucks from the small clip and put it next to the note.

"Rog, I'm leaving," He yelled, as he went to the door.


Roger Davis
Sat, Mar. 11th, 2006 04:05 am (UTC)

Roger sighed. Mark's yell had interrupted his daily lie-in-bed-stare-at-the-ceiling-for-countless-hours-so-you-don't-have-to-deal-with-shit time.

So Mark was leaving. To care or not to care...that was the question. That was the question of the day every single day. But Mark was leaving for a week and if he thought about it... he'd hate being alone in a loft where he still couldn't escape memories of April, addiction, and withdrawal. If he thought about it he'd miss the filmmaker's presence. So Roger just wouldn't think.

Yea for a whole week. Good fucking luck with that one.

The rocker stood and walked to the door, hand hovering over the handle for just a moment, before he opened it, with a long, announced creaking sound.


Was there a point to opening the door and addressing his best friend?

He frowned and nodded at Mark, "You'll be okay."

... You'll be okay? You'll be okay?! What the fuck!

There were reasons Roger didn't talk much anymore.

Mark Cohen
Sat, Mar. 11th, 2006 04:48 am (UTC)

"You'll be okay."

The words echoed in Mark's head as he looked at Roger, feeling confusion bubbling up in his chest.

His hand itched, reaching for the doorknob, holding Roger's steady gaze. He looked at his best friend for a moment, feeling a small feeling of loneliness burn into his chest.

"I hope so."

The response, Mark thought, was just as confusing as Roger's words, but he felt it needed to be said.

With a last half-smile, he pulled his duffel bag higher on his shoulder.

"Hey, I'll be back in a week or so. Not so bad, right?"

He wasn't sure he was actually asking the question to himself or Roger, and that scared him.

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Roger Davis
Sat, Mar. 11th, 2006 05:04 am (UTC)

"Uh... yeah."

What the hell was this?

Mark was leaving for a week. One week. To Scarsdale. Not a big deal. It shouldn't be a big deal. Why was this such a big deal?

Maybe because you've been totally relient on him for what? The last five months...no longer, longer than that. Roger regarded Mark for a moment longer and looked away, filled with that now familiar feeling of self disgust. Fuckin grow up already.

"Well, y'know... have a safe trip and everything."

...Why was it that everything that came out of his mouth sounded so damned awkward? Just play it all off... He folded his arms over his chest and leaned against the wall.

Mark Cohen
Sat, Mar. 11th, 2006 05:13 am (UTC)

So, here was the stand-off, the awkward single moments as they watched each other, waited for someone to make the next move, Mark ran his tongue over his teeth, hand still on the doorknob, duffel beginning to weigh down his shoulder.

With a sigh, he shrugged.

"I'll see you soon, then -"

And again, awkward. And silence, and before Mark could help himself, he's crossed the room, unable to not at least hug his best friend. He just hoped Roger wouldn't think it weird.

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Roger Davis
Sat, Mar. 11th, 2006 05:32 am (UTC)

As Mark approached him, Roger knew what he wanted. He automatically tensed, pulled away from the wall at the idea of physical contact, but then Mark was right there and...

Roger hesitated a moment, before wrapping thin arms around Mark and squeezing him as tightly as the rocker's weak body could.

And he realized this was the whole reason he'd opened the door in the first place.

Not that he'd ever admit to needing a hug. Not that he'd ever consciously think about needing a hug.

Not that he realized that he was still hugging Mark for what had become an awkwardly long amount of time...

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Mark Cohen
Sat, Mar. 11th, 2006 06:29 am (UTC)

So, the hug lasted a bit out of the comfort zone of friends hugging - but it didn't phase Mark. It didn't phase Mark because he knew Roger needed this, even though it was so out of Roger's character.

So he tightened his hold on the guitarist, took a couple of deep breaths, and finally pulled away, quickly crossing the room and yanking the door open, closing it shut behind him with a soft 'click'.

He stood there for a second, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath.

It was time to go.

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Roger Davis
Sat, Mar. 11th, 2006 07:54 pm (UTC)

Roger sighed as he watched the door shut behind Mark. The rocker ran a hand through his hair and looked around the empty, silent loft. It was eerie how quiet it was already.

He walked back into his room, closed the door, and slipped under the covers.