A Friend IS IN NEED HERE!

[Gannicus]

god of the arena Fuck, fuck, fuck! Gannicus slammed on his breaks and jumped out of his truck before looking around to make sure he was alone. He was a fun-loving guy, but even he had limits. Grinning that he had made it here alone, he bounced up the walk to get to Agron's door. He knew the man should be home, but he didn't know if Agron would be here, be here alone, be here with company, or not be here. Since it was 3am, he was hoping he was here. Gannicus banged on the door hard, and waited for his friend to answer. Sine it was so early, he banged rather hard, and constantly until his friend finally opened the door. Grinning up at his friend, Gannicus knew how this looked! It was 3 am, and he was standing on his friend's door step wearing only his 'kiss me I am Irish' boxers and combat boots, his hair a mess, and 'cat scratches' all over his torso. A few of which were even still bleeding slightly. Laughing at the sight he must be, he held us his hand. "I can explain!" He promised, and pushed past his friend, "I need to borrow pants, first!"

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[Agron]

Tag: Gannicus

blood and battle

ARE ALL I HAVE EVER KNOWN

Agron had been sleeping rather comfortably with his arms around Nasir, the smaller male's back against Agron's chest. It was a deep sleep . . . a peaceful sleep . . . until he heard a banging at the door. He opened his eyes, silently cursing as he carefully but quickly moved himself from the bed. He noticed the other stir, but considering Agron's job . . . late night visits and phone calls were unfortunately not entirely uncommon. Agron quickly pulled some pants over him, tucking his gun in the waist, while grabbing a t-shirt and pulling it on as he descended the stairs.

He put the outside light on and peeked through the door. Son of a bitch. Agron pulled open the door, speaking while doing so. "Have you lost your fucking--" He paused as he took in the very disheveled sight of him. "Pants?" That was not exactly the word he had meant to say but it was what came out because, well, Gannicus was missing them. And a shirt. And he had claw marks all over him. And what the hell happened to his hair. Agron wasn't entirely surprised. He closed the door once Gannicus was inside and just looked at him.

"This looks pretty fucking typical of you," he said, unimpressed with a shake of his head and heavy exhalation. Sarcasm in his words though . . . considering Gannicus' lifestyle with others -- physically -- Agron was not completely shocked. "Wait here, I'll get you some clothes." He would have just brought Gannicus upstairs to his room but . . . he had a naked Syrian up there. So instead, he quickly went back up, telling a half awake Nasir that everything was fine, so that he could go back to sleep. Grabbing some pants, a shirt, and some things to clean the cuts, he went back downstairs. Handing Gannicus only the pants to start. "Your cuts need to be cleaned," he told him, putting on the living room light.

[Gannicus]

lord of the ladies Agron wasn't even suprised, and Gannicus briefly paused to wonder what it said about their friendship, but that was for another day. Right now he was too sober for this! He was always too sober for this. Mostly because being sober meant thinking of her, and he couldn't afford to think too much about her. When Agron left the room, Gannicus walked over the the fridge, dropping his boots as he went. By the time Agron came back, Gannicus was eating a sandwich and drinking one of the beers in the fridge. "It's not my fault this time." he promised, as he took the pants to pull on. Once he was covered, he moved closer to look at the supplies. "Do you tetanus shots for women who scratch you with nails?" He asked in jest, "or is that cat scratch fervor?" He moved his hands as if to hit the symbol at his joke. His eyes brows moved up and down at his own self-amusement. It died slightly as he added, "Can you do restraining orders?" Because after tonight he was silling to stop calling the girl a fan and start calling her a psycho stalker. Maybe it was his fault for ignoring it too long, but that was for another day. He couldn't go back home until he knew it was safe (because the bitch might have a gun) and he wasn't taking this anywhere where she might get hurt.

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[Agron]

Tag: Gannicus
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blood and battle

ARE ALL I HAVE EVER KNOWN

Agron returned to an eating and drinking Gannicus, his immediate words absolving himself of any blame. Agron watched him with a slightly raised brow. Out of all the situations Gannicus had gotten himself in . . . this was by the far the most peculiar. "Somehow I find that hard to believe," he told him, another slight shake of his head.

"But I will say, this is the first time you've shown up at my place in the middle of the night, half naked." For that, it was definitely a first. He then went on to ask about restraining orders. Perhaps this was more serious than Agron had initially assumed. "You need one from the woman who did that?" He asked, gaze dropping to Gannicus' chest where there were the claw markers, before he raised it once more to meet his friend's eyes. "What the hell happened?" Gannicus might as well start from the beginning, and Agron motioned for him to sit down before he would do the same.

[Gannicus]

lord of the ladies "There is always a first time for everything!" Agron didn't seemed to find this as amusing as Gannicus did. Gannicus tended to find everything amusing no matter how much trouble he was in, but that was just how he had learned to deal with everything. Until recently he had felt dead, and hiding the dead feeling with laughter hide it well. "You need one from the woman who did that?" Looking down he grinned, and shrugged his shoulders. "The ones on my chest, yeah, not the ones on my back." He winked, and then took the last bite of food, before reaching for his beer. "What the hell happened?" Sitting down the beer he looked up at his friend, "I was getting off work, and there was this girl." How many stories started that way? "She was hot and we started heading up to my place. By the time we got int he front door, I was all but naked, and she was getting there!" Good start! "When I turned the light on in my room, I hear someone else! There is a naked girl in my bed, and she is PISSED that I have another girl with me! Next thing I know they are cat fighting, and I am trying to pull them apart! The girl I went home with--I should really have learned names, it would have made this story easier to tell--she ran out swearing she would never come back and the naked chick in my bed started throwing a lamp at my head! I grabbed her and drug her out of my place, tossing her clothes with her, right? BUt by the time I made it back to my room she was climbing in the window and I figured I was safer out of her range of fire. So I turned to leave but she grabbed my pants, so I proved she can't control me by walking out anyway!" He grinned at the end of the story, and waited for his friend's reaction to the chaos that was his life. Had he invited her up for a drink, and psycho was there, Gannicus wouldn't have let it get so far, as he was CLEARLY strong enough to have dealt with this, but had instead just left it.

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