#interactions; dusty and danny 001

[manybcdthings]

anderson home

dusty and danny @blackheartatl

The house was messier than usual, drawings, sketches and other art work belonging to Danny was scattered everywhere. As were his clothes. His side table and dresser had also been dragged out and left abandoned in the living room and all that could be heard from Dusty were groans of pain as he tried to shift a mattress all by himself. "Fuck god damn...did he put rocks in this thing!?" he grunted, punching the bed but forgetting the one thing about mattresses, only remembering it as his fist went bouncing backwards into his own face. "Jesus Christ!" he yelled, trying to climb over the blocked doorway. He stopped with his foot half way over a table, staring at Danny. "What the fuck are you doing here?"

[ruben-gray]

lazy daze 

@danny--anderson​

Had his life come to this? Ruben wondered what else he could do to help Nixon stay on the straight and narrow. His last hope seemed to be encourage the least dangerous substance that his brother enjoyed, so here he was, trying to stock up on “gifts” thinking it would help. It’d actually help if someone was around to serve him, so Ruben sighed loudly and tapped the counter again as if it was a door. “Hello? Some of us have somewhere to be.” he announced. “There was no closed sign so someone has to be here.” he mumbled, losing his patience was more of Ruben’s addictive trait. 

[manybcdthings]

"Watch it!" Dusty groaned as Danny sent him stumbling back over the table and into the bedroom, not even a mantled bed to break his fall as he hit the ground. "Urgh fuck sake, you're a fucking asshole." he moaned, too bony to cushion his own fall either. Rolling onto his front so he could get back to his feet, Dusty was already trying to side push his brother out of the door and stop Danny from entering his newly claimed bedroom. "You're never fucking here, moron and it was always fucked up how you got the bigger room. I'm the oldest." spoken like a child and not the adult. "I'm not going through your shit, Dann-o. Because it's shit. I'm MOVING your shit, because it's shit in the way of my shit."

He hadn't moved out. Danny thought it was obvious considering he only headed over to Emira's for the week with a rucksack and a bunch of shit for Sammie. So, when he returned seeing his room turned inside out he immediately knew what was happening. The sheer audacity of Dusty never failed to amaze him and he dropped his bag to the ground with a huff, shoving his brother back over the side table so he could slide it into the room with his legs. "I fucking live here, asshole. What the fuck do you mean what the fuck am I doing here!?" he bit, louder and angrier than he usually became over something trivial, because well, sleep wasn't exactly happening right now. Or sex. Which he was sadder about. "What the fuck are you doing going through my shit!?"