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seven minutes in heaven meme!

❤ post as your characters. ❤ ❤ other characters OR anon reply with another character's name! ❤ ❤ your character makes out with that character for at least 7 comments! ❤ ❤ underage characters can awkwardly hold hands. ❤

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[ropedin]

[(Anonymous)]

nelsonnnn if he shows

+1 gentle sobbing

[(Anonymous)]

[(Anonymous)]

Gil

[fronttowardenemy]

[ no

just no

there is too much Man to be contained in one closet here

shoving him over so he can kick the door down now pls ]

[ropedin]

[ Tgere's so much Man in here that it would be a party for HJ if Frank were his type. Silently, he obliges him, even taking the effort to bunch the generous cape behind him to give Frank room.

Which goes nowhere.

After a moment, he makes motions to urge him aside. Then he shoves his shoulder against the door. Hard. ]

[fronttowardenemy]

[ Not only is there too much Man, there is too much fucking cape.

Frank has never understood capes.

As he tries to sidestep, his foot catches on it and he stumbles, falling into HJ with a curse. ]

Move.

[ And his attempt to right himself only makes it worse, stepping on the cape again and falling forward.

Son of a bitch. ]

[ropedin]

[ He just turns his head, watching Frank fall in what looks like slow motion, he's trying to move, but they're both rather large... Men. It doesn't go very well, the entire time they fall, he's just watching it, but he at least helps out by grasping onto his shoulders to try and hold him up. ]

You're clumsy in tight spaces.

[ Somehow, with the German accent and the tight space, and the hands on his shoulders, if you turn your head and squint, it probably sounds more like a come-on than an observation. ]

[fronttowardenemy]

[ His patience is thin at this point, and the grip on his shoulders doesn't help. He tenses, but he refuses to jerk away -- not like he'd have the space to anyway. ]

You're no goddamn help. All that shit you wear; it's in the way.

[ which is referring to the fact that he keeps tripping on the cape but... well, it doesn't come out entirely that way. ]

[ropedin]

[ He's looking a little peurterbed at the accusation, if he could look anything. There's something about the stiffness of his frame, the way he's gripping into his shoulders. ]

I don't wear it to be close to. I didn't predict to be in this predicament.

[ As if anyone could. ]

Move your foot, I will take it off.

[ unz unz unz

And the cape will come off, but not the noose. ]

[fronttowardenemy]

[ Frank does move his foot, and he glances aside, back to the unmoving door. ]

Only half the problem.

[ Question is, after he removes that cape, are his hands coming back to Frank's shoulders again? ]

[ropedin]

[ He hadn't planned to, but in the tight space, eventually he rests his hands gently against Frank's shoulders. He squints in the direction of the door. ]

Why won't it open?

[ It should open! If he'd been alone, he'd be throwing a tantrum. As it was, he was keeping a remarkable calm. ]

[fronttowardenemy]

[ Frank gives him a slight look for the touch, not remarking on it, but he's still scowling. ]

Needs something else.

[ he's not voicing what though. ]

[ropedin]

[ HJ just stares at him. Down at him, somehow, despite their sizes being similar. He just glowered, his eyes narrowing behind his hood.

Barely visible. ]

Like what?

[fronttowardenemy]

Don't know.

[ His tone is sharper than it should be. Not defensive, but bothered -- and he won't admit why. ]

Let go.

[waiting]

[ this is not his day.

god knows why he's in a closet with his coworker's roommate, but he isn't happy about it and he's expressing so pretty clearly, if the way he keeps shifting is any indication. bad luck that the closet door doesn't seem to open, too. even in the dark he imagines he can feel the other man's judgemental stare. ]

You don't have your comm on you, do you?

[ropedin]

[ And judgemental stare he has. He doesn't want to be here any more than the other guy does. This is Nelson's boss, apparently, as if the Deputy Mayor weren't bad enough. He levels his gaze, staring at him with all the annoyance and barely-suppressed anger that someone who just has eyes visible can muster.

Actually, more, because he's got rather expressive eyes. ]

No. I don't carry it with me.

[ Like he would. What a ridiculous notion. With what pockets, after all? ]

Move. I will knock it down.

[waiting]

Great. [ he didn't bring his either. when the order comes, he rolls his eyes, but shuffles aside obligingly, or at least as much as the space will allow. ]

I already tried, but if you wanna break a bone or somethin', be my guest.

[ropedin]

[ He gives him only a momentary glance, in the dark of the closet, before shoving his shoulder against it, leaning all of his weight into one hard, forceful shove.

It didn't budge. ]

This is impossible.

[waiting]

Buddy, how long have you been in the City? [ He snorted, letting his head rest back against the closer with an audible thump. ]

"Impossible" is more like... a suggestion instead of a rule.

[ropedin]

Long enough to know that they're fooling you all.

[ He crossed his arms, sliding back closer to the wall. He didn't look happy by this prospect in the slightest. ]

This is impossible.

[waiting]

I heard you the first time. [ his shoulder nudges into HJ's as he settles, not seeming to give a shit about the proximity. ]

Obviously, we're in here for a reason. The only question is what.

[ropedin]

Nobody is that sadistic, to just put us in here for no reason.

[ Well, he would be, but there would be a point, and they would know it was him. ]

Unless they wish for us to actually kiss.

[ Said with biting tone. He hardly would do it. And it wouldn't be pleasant, at least from his voice.

[waiting]

Seriously? No offense, but you're not exactly my type. [ Bradbury laughs, but it's uneasy. The guy might have a point, but he doesn't have to like it. ]

If that's what they were after, they should've said if it was with or without the mask on.

[ropedin]

I do not take off the hood.

[ He said it simply, darkly. Rick wasn't his type, either, and he meant that honestly. His type, after all, was very specific. ]

They will be disappointed.