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[h-townshend.livejournal.com]

[dictated/transcribed]


[a soft knocking sound]

Star?



((ooc: Henry's up checking out the kickass art nouveau on floor 22, which is his favorite art style. People on/around 22 can feel free to bump into him, as long as they're nice? Not looking to get him into any trouble this go-round.))

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Recorded;

[theveil-beyond.livejournal.com]

[sitting cross-legged on the couch now, looking guilty - also at some point she kinda got whiskey everywhere (since she was holding the glass when Star sat on her) but didn't really notice, good job]

Don't be, it was my fault. Or [mock glare] Star's for starting it.

Recorded;

[resonatethis.livejournal.com]

Well, you shouldn't have stolen my seat.

[Star grabs a black hoodie out of his dresser and checks the size to make sure it's one of the larger ones before holding it out to Henry. He doesn't seem to mind or pay attention to all the scars and skinniness. He knew what tough times did to a person.]

Will this be alright?

Recorded;

[h-townshend.livejournal.com]

Yeah, that's fine, thanks.

[Henry pauses to set the cup back up on the counter and toss his sopping wet shirt in the trash before crossing the room to fetch the hoodie from Star]


...at least it didn't end up in my lap. [he chuckles a bit and zips the hoodie up]

Recorded;

[theveil-beyond.livejournal.com]

[Alex grins and shifts so she can curl her legs up underneath her]

Yeah, really. Since I don't think either of us have pants that would fit you.

Recorded;

[resonatethis.livejournal.com]

Yeah, good thing. Burnt weener doesn't taste too good.

[He snorted and then went back to sit down next to Alex like a NORMAL person this time, reclaiming his bottle.]

You don't, Alex? How does Badou still manage to wear your pants then?

Recorded;

[h-townshend.livejournal.com]

[And Henry immediately blushes again]

[his mouth opens for a moment as if he's on the verge of a snappy comeback, but he closes it again and wanders back over to get a plain glass of water, trying to hide the fact that he's bright red]

Recorded;

[theveil-beyond.livejournal.com]

[completely ignores Star's comment to Henry--sad to say, but she's used to it at this point--and deadpans:]

Beats me, you'd have to ask him.

Recorded;

[resonatethis.livejournal.com]

Girl pants. Can you get any more queer?

[Star opens his bottle and takes a swig before leaning back and looking at Henry.]

You've never worn girl pants, have you?

Recorded;

[h-townshend.livejournal.com]

[Henry takes his glass of water and finds a spot to sit on the floor near the couch, facing the other two, curling up cross-legged with his elbows resting on his knees. At Star's question he raises an eyebrow, then shakes his head.]

Can't say that I have. Kind of a frightening thought, really.

Recorded;

[theveil-beyond.livejournal.com]

Considering I don't even wear them half the time? Agreed.

[and Alex laughs, then reflexively reaches for her glass only to realize it must have rolled onto the floor - so then she has to awkwardly put her hand down and act like she wasn't doing anything, since she doesn't feel like picking it up and refilling it]