SEAMUS.

        Feeling like an ass and being much less than happy was
    always terrible, but the feeling of guilt was amplified when the
    person you had upset happened to be your best friend, who had
    never wronged you before and done next to nothing to deserve
    the verbal attack you just sent on them. Today Seamus had found
    it easy to overstep the boundary between what is okay to do and
    say, and what is not okay to do and say. The mood he was in made
    the line thinner than his patience was, and it made it that much easier
    to find a way to cross it and step into inappropriate territory. The Irish
    man didn’t care anymore. He had to apologize, even if it meant
    getting physically injured by James. It would be something that
    he likely deserved for jumping his ass so eagerly earlier. So he
    retreated from his darkened room of brooding and walked down
    the hallway, nervously heading towards James’ office.

  Regret was a feeling boiling up inside James’s stomach, that and worry.
  What if that was it for them? James liked the idea of not caring, but caring
  was the only thing he could do at this point. Years of friendship with Seamus
  —- down the drain, just like that. The fact that he acknowledged what
  consequences would arise as a result of his attitude, yet he still didn’t feel
  like cutting it out and just apologizing, infuriated him. He knew he could fix it
  if he really tried – and he did want to – but he just didn’t bother. James felt as
  though he was the one who made the effort in most of his friendships, even
  though that wasn’t necessarily the case. He knew he could be the shittiest friend
  in the world, or perhaps he just was as a fact, and he wanted to change that. He
  would. But, as soon as he started to get up off his chair, he paused as he saw
  Seamus stood in the doorway. He slowly sat back down in his seat, staring at him.

SEAMUS.

[2:01AM: James] james please
[2:01AM: James] if there was even a 1% chance that could have happened id gladly let u burn them
[2:01AM: James] but that’s ridiculous
[2:01AM: James] isn’t it

[ 2:03AM: seamus ] nope absolutely not
[ 2:03AM: seamus ] i bet it has happened 2 someone
[ 2:04AM: seamus ] still kinda wanna burn something tho
[ 2:04AM: seamus] accept the fate of ur glasses before it’s too late

SEAMUS.

      “James, its okay. Everyone cries sometimes. It isn’t fair for
  you to keep apologizing for having a bad experience and letting
  it out. You’re just being human, and nobody should have to apologize
  for that. Just let it out. I will stay here with you until you are finished
  crying. I’m not judging you and I’m not leaving you during this emotional time.”

      Seamus didn’t mind holding James while he went through this.
  He was happy to help and provide some support for his emotionally
  distressed best friend. He just wished that he could do something
  more for him, besides merely holding him and giving him kind words
  that probably didn’t mean anything. At least that was a small step on
  the path toward calming James down and bringing him either some
  peace of mind or even bringing him happiness again.

           Even though James had been trying to convince himself of those words ever
           since his mind decided to drop an emotional bomb on him, it felt a lot more
           believable coming from someone else. For him to actually be able to hear
           those words —- it meant a lot to him, even if he wasn’t one hundred percent
           convinced. Sure, he felt that way about other people crying but him? He wasn’t
           supposed to cry. He couldn’t.

           He even went as far as to allow a small slither of a smile to cross his features
           briefly, slowly nodding his head in agreement. He couldn’t bring himself to
            respond to that particular statement, almost as if it was a paradox of sorts —-
            it wasn’t like James to be stuck for words, but here he was. He cleared his
            throat, before uttering a small, ❝ Thanks, Seamus. ❞

SEAMUS.

[1:54AM: James] i put them in bleach
[1:54AM: James] i live here by myself and i know i flushed
[1:55AM: James] or at least i’m really hoping

[1:57AM: seamus ] ye but like
[1:57AM: seamus ] what if an old homeless dude w/ some kind of disease or something came into your place just to pee all over your toilet
[1:58AM: seamus ] like while you were sleeping
[1:58AM: seamus ] your glasses are tainted, they must be burned. i’ll do it

BUTTHOLE.

      Aleks had expected to be released at that point in time. But as he saw 
      something change in James’ expression, something that made him knees
      weak– something that he had never saw in the older’s gaze. As he was shook,
      a cliché thought crossed his mind. It was like high school all over again, like
      he was being bullied for money. But, in this occasion, it was much worse.

             ❝ -I’ll fucking break your goddamn nose, you fucker! ❞

           James should have properly acknowledged the threat made by his best friend
           —- an actual threat, not some joke made as a result of killing the other’s character
           in a video game —- this was real. But for some strange reason, this just made
           James want to make the situation ten times as worse. He releases his collar and
           stares down at Aleks, glaring.

                              ❝ Yeah? Well do it then. I fucking dare you. ❞

ZE.

( text !! to: uber relaxer loafer ) but it super sweet.
( text !! to: uber relaxer loafer ) let’s go on a squishy raid.
( text !! to: uber relaxer loafer ) SQUISHY RAID

[ 5:28AM: ze ] we could start our own business w/ all the squishy shit
[ 5:28AM: ze ] assuming we steal everyone else’s………
[ 5:29AM: ze ] it would totally be worth it though

WHO DIS.

“Screw up my ears? Nah, don’t worry, you weren’t that loud or anything. My ears will be just fine.”

         ❝ Well, that’s a relief. At least I won’t have that on my conscience —- I wasn’t
         even supposed to be here, to be honest. I got kinda ‘lost’ on the way over to the
         town square. I don’t see why, I’ve been to this area a ton of times. Your ears might
         be alright, but my memory is not. ❞

SEAMUS.

     Seamus never argued loudly like that unless he was seriously pissed.
 And truly, Seamus did not really know why he was so agitated with James
 today. He was used to the way James acted and honestly, anticipated that
 his behavior would be like that. So what was it about today? There was
 absolutely nothing different about today, nothing unique. The only difference
 was that Seamus was in a mood of sorts, one that he hadn’t been in for a good
 long while. He felt like picking a fight, and he did, with one of his closest friends.
 Now this was all sounding stupid to him. Attack the people you love, right, Seamus?
 Now he felt like a giant asshole and an idiot. And there was no way that he could
 apologize right now, unless he really wanted a fight and a black eye or perhaps
 a broken nose. Anyways, now that he was less angry and feeling regret for his
 actions, he thought he might as well let those sink in and let that be enough of
 a reprimand for what he had done. So, now he sulked, and put back into a mood,
 but this time it was a more remorseful one. He liked the angry one better, but knew
 better than to let his anger eat away at him again.

        James moved his mouse around a little, his eyebrows pinched together
        as the monitor came out of hibernation mode. His half-edited Bloodborne
        video sat there on the screen, but that was honestly the last thing on his
        mind —- perhaps it made sense for him to take his anger out on multiple
        Huntsmen, but he didn’t want to accidentally take his anger out on surrounding
        technology too. So that’s why he just continued to sit there in his char, spinning
        it slightly by kicking his heels off the ground, wondering why the fuck he thought
        it was a good idea to just snap back. Fair enough, Seamus started it, but James
        wasn’t a child in preschool. He should have just apologized and moved on – but
        he didn’t, ‘cause he’s the most stubborn guy he knows and he didn’t see that
        changing any time soon. He considered getting up and going over there but he
        didn’t feel like making matters worse – why should Seamus want to even look at
        him after James totally flipped his shit? James knew he could go a little over-the-
        top at times, but that had never stopped him in the past.

BUTTHOLE.

    Aleksandr’s lips were pursed, brows furrowed and hatred brewing in his
    tea hued eyes. The Russian was now beyond pissed – this had escalated
    too hard and too fast. Honestly, he had expected a verbal battle but nothing
    of this caliber. As he was grabbed, he instinctively flinched as he was grabbed
    by his collar, fear flashing in his surprised eyes. Aleks was terrified inwardly
    at this point, unable to get out of this violence that was only going to plummet
    further than what it should have been. The younger’s entire body tensed under
    James’ hold, his hands clasping around each of his friend’s wrists. 

                                             But his grip was shaking and weak.

                    ❝ -Fucking let me go, you asshole ! Get the FUCK off of me,
                    you cocksucking motherfucking prick !! ❞

         James hadn’t realized what he’d done until after he’d done it. It was
         as though it was a habit of his, something he’d do based on instinct
         purely because he was so used to it. Except he wasn’t, and the fact
         that he felt this way scared him. Once he saw the look on Aleks’s
         face– how terrified he looked– he’d have thought he’d have backed
         down; he wouldn’t make things worse. But that’s exactly the opposite
         of what happened – James felt fueled. Instead of releasing his grip on
         the younger man, he only tightened it. With each word, he shook him.

                     ❝ Or what, huh? What the fuck are you gonna do, you little asshole?  ❞

SEAMUS.

        As he held James and the sobs returned, shaking the both of
    them, Seamus felt as if his heart was cracking. Seeing your best
    friend in so much pain wasn’t something that anyone wanted to see,
    especially if they were crying this hard. But even though it was painful
    to see James and hold him while he was sobbing, he would rather
    have to deal with the pain too than James having to endure it alone. 

        He also felt a little bit bad when James felt the need to apologize
    for crying on his shirt. Seamus really didn’t mind, it was just tears
    and maybe some snot. It was alright, it would wash out. “Oh, it’s okay.
    It’s just an old Slurm shirt. I have a ton of them. It won’t stain, anyways.
    Don’t worry about it.”

          Even though James was noticeably larger than his friend, he felt small. Very
          small, and very weak. At this point he couldn’t really give a shit how terrible
          he must look —- he didn’t feel as though Seamus cared much about that,
          anyway. That provided him with some relief, at least. He moved back a little to
          wipe his nose with his sleeve once again, trying his best to swallow the thick
          lump boiling in the back of his throat —- it felt like something was stuck back
          there, and James would honestly have preferred it that way.

           He should be working and yet here he is, bawling like a child to his best friend.
           Had it been anyone else James didn’t know what he’d have done, he just knew
           he felt ‘comfortable’ crying in front of Seamus. Comfortable in the sense that he
           didn’t feel judged, yet that hardly took away from the crushing pain that still
           rushed through him. It was going to destroy him, he was almost certain.

           ❝ Maybe, but that still doesn’t– ❞ a sniff ❝ –change the fact that I’m sat here
           wailing away like a fucking idiot. I’m really sorry, just– fuck, I’m sorry. ❞