Twist the Structure of My Average Day [SEBBY]

[brent zachary mckinney]

[atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=style, background: #E1E1E1; border-left: #890101 2px dashed; border-right: #890101 2px dashed; padding-top: 10px; padding-right: 10px; padding-left: 10px; padding-bottom: 3px] It's not a miracle we needed, no, I wouldn't let you think so   Another day of work (that didn't actually involve much of Brent doing anything productive, as per usual) had come to an end and the young fire sprite was finally making his way back home to beer, Tumblr, a bit of Britney and his beloved Charley. He found it a little weird when the fluff-monster didn't come bounding over to see him as soon as he opened the door but then realised he'd probably be fast asleep somewhere. Brent would have to sneakily go and find him, take a picture and then post it on his Tumblr. But, first, he definitely needed to grab a drink. It had been a long day of doing nothing at all. Absent-mindedly, Brent walked past the guy sat on his sofa to get to his mini-kitchen, waving a hand in a greeting to whoever it was. He opened the fridge, took out a can of beer and then shut the door again. Brent quickly opened it and drank a mouthful as he turned around and started walking back past the sofa and holy shit there was a presumably naked guy on his sofa who he had never seen before in his life. What? Brent ended up spitting out his mouthful of beer, in a completely comical, Brent-like fashion. Okay, random naked guy at least had the decency to cover himself in Brent's bedsheets. But, still, this wasn't normal, even for him. "Uh... why are you... in my house? Who are you? How did you get in? Do I know you? 'Cause... I'm..." Brent paused to flail his hands around cluelessly, "I'm confused." Now, Brent wasn't staring at all at random naked guy. He was just... seeing if he recognised him at all, even just vaguely. Which he didn't. But, hey, it was a good excuse for checking out random naked guy who was actually a little too attractive for his own good. This was yet another thing to go on Tumblr - for sure. [/style]   TAG: sebby! NOTES: *dead* OUTFIT: clicky! template by kaykay of sp

[sebastian charles vannucci]

Sebastian wasn't entirely sure how Brent would handle finding a man he'd never met lying on his sofa. Naked. As it was, he felt that Brent handled it rather well. "My good sir, you do indeed know me."
He was unable to quite look Brent in the eye- it was the first time he'd seen him through the eyes of a human and not the distorted vision of a dog. He really was rather handsome.

"It seems to me that the answer is rather obvious, as your dog is missing." Chuckling to something only he understood, he said, "Or rather, your dog is no longer... a dog. I am your dog. Sebastian spoke with a soft accent that hinted at his Italian heritage."Sebastian Charles Vannucci, at your service. I would bow, but I don't believe I am dressed appropriately for gentlemanly etiquette."

Cocking his head to one side, he said, "I don't suppose that you have any clothes I could wear, do you? It would not be appropriate for one man to wear another's clothes without permission, so I waited until you arrived home. This was the best alternative I could find, I'm afraid."

He stood up, tucking the bed sheets around his waist, revealing his lightly muscled chest. "Brent, I am glad to finally have the opportunity to be able to talk to you like a civilized gentleman."

[brent zachary mckinney]

[atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=style, background: #E1E1E1; border-left: #890101 2px dashed; border-right: #890101 2px dashed; padding-top: 10px; padding-right: 10px; padding-left: 10px; padding-bottom: 3px] It's not a miracle we needed, no, I wouldn't let you think so   So... Brent actually knew random naked guy, apparently? Well, alright, he had to admit that he didn't have the best memory in the world. He should recognise whoever this guy was in some way or another... however, Brent just honestly couldn't, try as he might. The sprite's eyes widened from behind his glasses as his slow mind began to process what random naked guy - Sebastian - was telling him. Oh God, random naked guy was now random naked Italian guy... and was also his dog? It kind of made sense though; Charley would've usually woken up when he heard Brent's voice... and this guy was naked and couldn't have broken into his flat, surely. So Brent came to the conclusion that he had to be a shape shifter and was telling him the truth. Seriously, a face like that couldn't lie. Sebastian was posh too... his dog was posh. Brent's cheeks even darkened slightly when realised all of he embarrassing shit Sebastian had seen him do. Oh God. He wanted to die. Brent's voice rose to a girlish shriek, "But you've seen me naked! Oh my fucking God!" Imminent death would be very much welcomed by Brent now. Breathe... Okay. Clothes. Random posh naked hot Italian man guy who was his dog wanted to wear his clothes that would, undoubtedly, be a tight fit and look extremely out of place on him. Well, Brent couldn't exactly say no, even if some perverted corner of his mind was egging him on to refuse. He just couldn't. He had to find clothes for his puppy. This was... weird, to say the least. Brent's mind was keysmashing all over the place when Sebastian stood up and tucked Brent's bedsheets around his waist. He wasn't staring, at all. No way. Except he really was. Brent blinked a couple of times before clearing his throat. "Yup. Clothes. I have them but they're gonna look kinda... funny on you." he smirked before bounding off to his bedroom and throwing open his cupboard doors and searching through the mountain of crumpled, but clean, clothes at the bottom. He picked out a random shirt, a pair of jeans, boxers and some socks before chucking them over in Sebastian's general direction. "Uh, there yah go, Sebby." [/style]   TAG: sebby! NOTES: clicky for sebby clothes! OUTFIT: clicky! template by kaykay of sp

[sebastian charles vannucci]

Sebastian could tell when Brent concluded that he was telling the truth, due to his slightly reddening face. Sebastian's face mirrored the action; the times that he'd seen Brent naked were fresh in his mind. Brent was far too handsome to be fair, and Sebastian was all too aware of it.

Picking up the clothes that had landed near him off the floor, he stared at them; to put it bluntly, Sebastian would never have worn something like this had he the option. However, he didn't have the choice- so he didn't complain. He would always be able to buy some other clothes at a later date.

Once he had put the clothes on, he didn't think they were too bad. Conveniently, he and Brent were similar sizes, the clothes fitted next to perfectly. Besides, they smelt nice, too. He felt that another's opinion would be best. "What do you think?" He asked Brent, uncertain. "I am not entirely sure, myself- but another's opinion can always change mine."

He headed toward Brent, kissing him on the forehead briefly. "I appreciate the clothing, good sir." He said. "I am certain it must be inconvenient to help another at such short notice."

[brent zachary mckinney]

[atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=style, background: #E1E1E1; border-left: #890101 2px dashed; border-right: #890101 2px dashed; padding-top: 10px; padding-right: 10px; padding-left: 10px; padding-bottom: 3px] It's not a miracle we needed, no, I wouldn't let you think so   He thought that maybe Sebastian was blushing too... but, okay, that would be kind of weird. But, whatever, it wasn't like things could really get that much weirder. Hello, Brent's puppy was now a posh Italian man! It wasn't really something he had ever so much as thought of coming home to. Funnily enough, Brent actually wasn't complaining. Once he'd thrown the clothes over to Sebastian, Brent had the decency to leave the room. He was kind of proud of himself for forcing himself out of there. He didn't even barge in when he thought he'd been waiting long enough for Sebastian to get changed (which was mostly because he then emerged from Brent's bedroom before the sprite could go in there but, whatever). Asdfghjkl that man was still gorgeous even when he wasn't naked. Brent was currently mentally thanking God or whoever was up there for his skinny jeans. He was going to have to make sure to mix his jeans and Sebastian far more often in the future. They were an exceedingly good combination. "You look spiffing, darling." Brent did his best imitation of the way his ex-puppy spoke, which probably wasn't that good because a)this was Brent and b)he hadn't actually heard Sebastian say that much. But he was totally awesome at speaking like the Queen, right? Brent just failed at the slight Italian lilt to the other man's accent. Curiously, Brent frowned a little as Sebastian walked over to him. But he found himself resisting the urge to flail, fangirl and die when he was kissed on the forehead. Gosh, that was too cute. "Um, and it's fine, I don't mind. You're like... my puppy. I have to look after you, right? Right. Oh, and you're still adorable! Which is a bonus because you'll still be able to scrounge off me far too easily."

[/b] he snickered and flapped his hand at the Italian before chugging down the rest of his beer and walking into the kitchen. On his way, Brent attempted to throw the now-empty can into his bin... but, of course, missed by a long shot. ...It was the thought that counted, wasn't it?

The young man gestured over to the sofa, signalling that Sebastian should take a seat, as he busied himself in the kitchen by making hot chocolates without even asking if his friend wanted one. And Brent McKinney only made his hot chocolates with sprinkles, marshmallows and whipped cream. It was just about the only sweet thing he could stomach.

As Brent prepared the drinks, he was possibly singing Britney Spears under his breath. What started as him just wiggling in hips in time to what he was singing - which totally was not Womanizer - turned into him full-out prancing around the kitchen. He was Brent. He was allowed to do these things.[/div][/style]

 

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[sebastian charles vannucci]

Sebastian was probably taking Brent's casual 'You look spiffing' far too seriously, but he didn't care. With the failed attempt at an Italian hint and everything, he found it far too hard to simply dismiss it (plus, it added to the other man's peculiar charm and made him all the more adorable.). He smiled graciously at the comment, but chose not to say anything. It appeared to him that no words were necessary.

Sebastian thought that Brent seemed to be speaking faster than normal. However, he was unable to put this down to the fact that 1: he was being Brent, 2: he was excited, or 3: both of those.
While 'scrounging off someone' wasn't particularly something that Sebastian wanted to do- he had money; he should have been helping Brent, not the other way round- he found it nice to know that there was someone he could rely on around.

As Brent spun off into the kitchen, grinning, Sebastian sat back down on the sofa. He could smell from the scents wafting from the kitchen hot chocolate was being made. Quite how Brent was aware that he liked hot chocolate, he wasn't sure, but wasn't about to complain. If it was just a lucky guess, which it must have been, then that was pretty awesome. As long as the hot chocolate had all the extravagances- sprinkles, cream and marshmallows- he didn't care. Sebastian loved hot chocolate, and it had been far too long since he last had one.

Sebastian could hear from the crashes and over-enthusiastic humming emanating from the kitchen that Brent had on that singer. Sebby couldn't remember the name of the artist- Britney something?- but was astounded how anyone could like the repetitive music. Of course he was aware not everyone would like classical music like he did, but if that was the only alternative, he'd stay listening to Beethoven. However, Sebastian wasn't prepared to hold Brent's music choices against him. If that was what he liked, then so be it. Brent wouldn't ever change, Sebastian was aware of that.

Heading toward the kitchen, he leant on the door frame. "Brent, will you require any assistance with the hot chocolates?" he queried, smiling innocently.

[brent zachary mckinney]

[atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=style, background: #E1E1E1; border-left: #890101 2px dashed; border-right: #890101 2px dashed; padding-top: 10px; padding-right: 10px; padding-left: 10px; padding-bottom: 3px] It's not a miracle we needed, no, I wouldn't let you think so   Brent heard Sebastian call out to him from the living room so unfortunately had to stop his singing in order to answer him; "Nope! I'm the master of hot chocolates, trust me!" He grinned widely as he finished up making the drinks. Who cared that there was now whipped cream all over the kitchen? Not Brent, that was for sure. He picked up the mugs and had some difficultly with going all the way back into the living room like a normal person so he wouldn't spill any of the drinks anywhere. If he did, Brent probably would end up never cleaning it up... but his landlord wouldn't be happy with him in the slightest. That was something Brent was certain of. After what seemed like an age to him but in reality had only been around half a minute, maybe less, Brent handed over one of the mugs to Sebastian with a wide beam before carefully seating himself next to him, perhaps sitting a little closer than he should've. Brent knew no boundaries; in his mind there was no such thing as 'personal space'. Besides, he didn't see the problem. There was at least a centimetre between him and Sebastian, if not then two. Resisting the urge to shuffle closer just yet, Brent distracted himself by using a teaspoon to scoff some of the cream and marshmallows from the top of his mug. During the process, much of the cream ended up on the tip of his nose but Brent honestly couldn't bring himself to care. "I'm assuming you like hot chocolate... well, of course you do, who doesn't like hot chocolate?"

[/b] he chuckled, glancing at the man sat beside him.[/div][/style]

 

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[sebastian charles vannucci]

Sebastian gratefully took the mug of hot chocolate; it radiated heat and warmed his fingers. Brent certainly hadn't been lying when he had said he was 'the master of hot chocolates'- The cream and sprinkles were piled high enough to rival Sebby's own version of the drink.

"Why, Brent, of course I like hot chocolate. As you stated, who doesn't?" Turning to look at Brent, he giggled at the large amounts of cream on his nose. Sebastian found it far too entertaining. With his spoon, he lightly scraped off the cream, sticking the spoon in his mouth. "Messy eater." He murmured.

During this process, he'd shifted slightly, sitting nearer to Brent than before: if they moved any closer, their legs would be touching. Usually, sitting this close to someone- especially someone as handsome as Brent- would make him uncomfortable, but he wasn't this time. Instead, he was simply distracted by how close they were to each other. He didn't move away though. Sebastian was quite happy where he was.

He sat in silence, eating his cream slowly as to savour it. He really needed to remember the taste. He wasn't precisely sure what to say. "Brent, this is a superb hot chocolate." He mumbled. "You truly are a master in the creation of hot chocolates." Sebastian hoped Brent would say anything- he was a little busy. Of course he wasn't distracted by Brent. Of course not.

[brent zachary mckinney]

[atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=style, background: #FAFAFA; border-left: #fbb90f 2px dashed; border-right: #fbb90f 2px dashed; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 5px; padding-left: 5px; padding-bottom: 0px] Maybe I was naughty once but now I'm 'nice'   Okay, good, Sebastian liked hot chocolate just like Brent had predicted. Well, he hadn't really predicted it he'd pretty much decided it himself but it didn't really matter, he supposed because Brent was correct either way. Oh man, Brent didn't know posh guys giggled but Sebastian had just done so. Brent was considering tickling him or something just so he could hear it again but then realised that it wasn't going to be a good idea while the two of them were both holding onto almost-full mugs of hot chocolates. That was just a recipe for disaster that even Brent could predict. "Heeey! I was gonna eat that!" Brent whined, pouting childishly at Sebastian after he'd stolen the whipped cream off the tip off his nose. That wasn't fair. Even if Brent didn't really mind at all but... nyeh. Sebastian had still stolen from him. He proceeded to finish off the rest of the cream before lazily flinging his teaspoon across the room and taking a sip of the hot beverage. Brent could never quite get enough of the hot chocolates he made. They were about the only thing he never messed up. Brent smiled brightly, not pouting anymore, as Sebastian complimented his hot chocolate-making skills. "Uh huh, I know." They were rather fantastic. And while he thought Sebastian was preoccupied with his own drink, Brent not-so-casually jabbed him in the ribs, smiling innocently as he did so. [/style]   TAG: Sebby! NOTES: *dead* OUTFIT: clicky! template by kaykay of sp

[sebastian charles vannucci]

Sebastian smirked at Brent's childish pout. He looked so cute like that. He'd given up on not drinking the hot chocolate quickly; it tasted fantastic. In fact, by the time Brent carelessly threw his spoon across the room, he'd somehow already managed to drink a third of it.

Sebastian could truthfully say he was glad he'd complimented Brent. His smile was contagious and Sebastian was smiling widely himself before too long. He grinned down at the mug before realising that it probably looked rather peculiar and occupied himself by drinking yet more hot chocolate. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Brent, with even more of a mischievous glint in his eyes than usual.

Being jabbed in the ribs was rather embarrassing for Sebastian. He squealed, and ducked to one side, nearly spilling the small amount of hot chocolate he had left, but managing to save it.

His squealing died into giggles and then into hiccups. "Brent...in case you are yet to notice, I am rather ticklish.", he said, in between hiccups. In an effort to stop them, he finished his drink; the remainder of the cream in the cup left him with a frothy moustache. "What do you think, Brent?" he grinned. Sebastian was aware that it looked rather silly, but honestly, he didn't currently care. He was having far too much fun to care.

[brent zachary mckinney]

[atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=style, background: #FAFAFA; border-left: #fbb90f 2px dashed; border-right: #fbb90f 2px dashed; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 5px; padding-left: 5px; padding-bottom: 0px] Maybe I was naughty once but now I'm 'nice'   Brent was inwardly flailing over Sebastian's smile... it was a nice smile. His dog had a nice smile. Brent found his dog's smile kind of attractive, actually. This was never not going to be weird. Brent was still having trouble getting his head around it... because this was rather ridiculous and crazy and just madness. But he didn't really care. Because 'ridiculous', 'crazy' and 'mad' were three of the most common words used when describing Brent. Wow. So Sebastian was ticklish, that was something Brent would definitely have to keep in mind. He could totally use it against the older man in the future. Random tickle stealth attacks were the best type of attack. Brent was definitely awesome for jabbing Sebastian though because he giggled again. Which was a bonus, obviously. It kind of made him forget that he was supposedly annoyed with the shape shifter for stealing his cream too. "Yeah... I think I've noticed." he snickered, quickly finishing off the rest of his hot chocolate, putting it down, and jabbing Sebastian again in the same place. It was Brent, he just had to. Brent snickered again although he tried to hide it. He most certainly failed. Brent should've found Sebastian's stupid cream moustache hilarious, which part of him did, but he was soon distracted by the very tempting thought of licking it off to get his revenge for when he'd had cream stolen from his nose. No. Nonono. This was his dog. Kind of not really. Whatever. His dog. Okay. That would be inappropriate. He hoped he hadn't been staring for too long when he finally spoke. "Hmm, nah, 's not your style, I don't think." he sighed. Brent then reached over and swiped it off with his index finger before eating the cream himself. They were kind of even now, he guessed. Even if that hadn't been Brent's preferred method of removing Sebastian faux moustache. [/style]   TAG: Sebby! NOTES: *dead* OUTFIT: clicky! template by kaykay of sp

[sebastian charles vannucci]

Sebastian really should have seen the second jab coming, but he didn't. He flung an arm out- it was just as well his hot chocolate was finished, as the mug was now on the floor- and involuntarily ducked to the side, this time crashing into Brent. He knew he should have moved away, but really didn't want to. Sebastian was comfortable where he was, and Brent could move away if he wanted to.

Sebastian looked into Brent's eyes. His eyes were too pretty; it was altogether rather unfair. Before long, he'd started wondering why Brent was staring at him for so long, but he wasn't complaining. He quietly squeaked in surprise when Brent stole the cream off his mouth, but part of him was happy now. He'd never admit it out loud, but Sebastian had been kind of hoping that he'd do that. "I suppose we are now equals in the theft of whipped cream.", he murmured with a dry smile.

He still hadn't moved- his main concern was that Brent was going to get pins and needles in his arm. However, this was the happiest Sebastian had been in a long time. Sort-of hugging Brent was fantastic.

[brent zachary mckinney]

[atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=style, background: #FAFAFA; border-left: #fbb90f 2px dashed; border-right: #fbb90f 2px dashed; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 5px; padding-left: 5px; padding-bottom: 0px] Maybe I was naughty once but now I'm 'nice'   Brent started to giggle as Sebastian's empty mug fell to the floor, thankfully it seemed to be empty which meant Brent wouldn't get shouted at by his landlady again. Well, he would, but not because there were hot chocolate stains on the carpet again. Brent always blamed his hot chocolate for finding the carpet attractive, stating that it wasn't his fault at all but his landlady never even cracked a smile. Brent was just going to ship his carpet and hot chocolate now to make... hot carpate. Then he'd write a load of fanfics about them, print them out and jam them through that bitch's letterbox. That would teach her to lighten up. When Sebastian crashed into him, Brent squeaked and giggled some more like the doofus he was. But he didn't mind at all, Sebastian didn't move away again. Which Brent wouldn't have allowed in the first place if he did. Brent smiled, feeling slightly awkward as Sebastian stared straight at him but he couldn't help but stare back. Shush, Brent liked cheesy moments like this. "Hmm, yes, we are." he agreed, finally looking away. Brent swung his legs up so they were lying across Sebastian's lap and snuggled into his side; the fire sprite definitely wasn't a self-proclaimed 'snugglemuffin' for nothing. He rested his head on Sebastian shoulder. And he was kind of really warm and comfortable and it really had been a long day of doing nothing... it didn't take very long at all until the comfortable silence that had fallen over the two men was interrupted by Brent snoring softly. [/style]   TAG: Sebby! NOTES: *dead* OUTFIT: clicky! template by kaykay of sp