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Post by SCOTT WESTERFELD on Jun 14, 2012 14:05:04 GMT
Scott laughed at Liam's discomfort and the reported discomfort of the people sharing the bus with him. Scott was a stranger to most everybody but Liam. None of the other band members really knew him because he didn't hang around the group of them too much, he only bothered to talk to Liam, the only one Scott in turn knew himself. Because of this unfamiliarity, Scott would've cared less about what they didn't like. He had the right mind to burn all of them with his cigarette.
He grinned at Liam, flicking him off again, a fitting reply.
Scott slowly lowered his hands as Liam offered him a hug. There was a weird sensation in his stomach which he registered as annoyance. Annoyance at how he was attempting to console him, he didn't need it or want it. He stared blankly as Liam, blinking before he gave him the phoniest, most sweetest smile he could muster. When he was smiling Scott's demeanor seemed to change completely : he was almost approachable.
He scooted closer to him, feigning contentment. He leaned forward and removed the cigarette from his mouth, pressing the lit end to Liam's shirt, burning a hole into the garment.
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Post by LIAM WRIGHT on Jun 14, 2012 19:01:43 GMT
Liam yelped, pushing Scott back as the other burn his shirt, reaching through to the skin before he could get him far enough away. "You asshole!" He yelled, getting up off the couch. "Fuck." he cursed under his breath, heading to the small washroom. He grabbed a washcloth, wetting it with cold water and pressing it to the mark. His eyes had watered up a bit and he wiped it away with the back of my hand.
"It's a nice fucking shirt too." he yelled back to the other. He was muttering curses, sighing as the cold water soothed it a bit. "I hope you don't do that to anyone else. It hurts like a motherfucker." he growled. "And don't do it again to me either, bastard." he added.
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