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Robert Small [ "knife dad" ] ([personal profile] fourknives) wrote in [community profile] herbgarden2017-07-28 04:17 pm

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[personal profile] ministers 2017-07-28 11:37 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He's just coming by to pick up the cat. That's all this is about, it's all it needs to be about. Robert is just being Robert, and it's up to him to stay the mature adult about all of this.

It always is. He's always the one to hold back, hold it together, push things away even if he wants them.

God, how long has it been?

Mouth thinning into a grim line he tips his head back, takes a cool, calm breath of that crisp autumn air, before starting to make his way around the cul-de-sac towards Robert's house. Just get the cat and go. No problems necessary, no ugly confrontation for the neighbors to see.

It'll be fine. ]
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[personal profile] margaritadad 2017-07-29 11:27 pm (UTC)(link)
[from here]

[Joseph hesitates in his kitchen for several quick heartbeats. (Does Robert know? Does he know what he does to Joseph's self-control?) He ends up touching that mixer again, one more time.

When he leaves the front door, it's with caution and some degree of shame. He really does feel bad hurting Mary, even when she's someone who's hurt him so much too. And he doesn't like thinking that every step away from each other they take means it's going to be that much harder to act normal at public gatherings.

But by the end of the driveway, his spine is straightened. By the time he's across the street, his shoulders are square.

By the time he's hit Robert's driveway, Joseph feels that little buzz of happiness ringing right through him.

He's walking right towards a new chance, a new anything, and that feels so much better than what he's leaving behind--

Watch it, Joseph. Not so fast.

He knocks, even though he was told to let himself in.

It's dim in the entryway. By the light streaming out from the kitchen, where Robert is, it's probably visible that Joseph is carrying not one, but two glasses with him.

Robert, pacing near his kitchen table with a cigarette in his mouth. Robert, with disheveled hair and shirt and jacket, as if he'd just gotten home and hadn't bothered taking it off yet.

Joseph has a genuine pause where he just looks at him. And then he collects himself.

Thought you might want a peace offering, first.
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you done it now, rob. daddy's angry

[personal profile] sniktt 2017-07-30 12:04 am (UTC)(link)
[ooc; continuation from here.]

[Logan is about 85% done by the time he's back in his truck.

It's at a solid 97% by the time he's (literally) sniffed out the location of Robert's truck, half-hidden in a more shaded alcove at that goon's favorite thinking spot. What the fuck is he, a cartoon character?

Logan stalks past the scenic view of suburban paradise, right past several overgrown bushes and examples of greenery, and a no-smoking sign. He pauses to put out his cigarette against it, though, because it's easier to hunt when you're not drifting a cloud out behind you.

Ready or not, Robert.

[Here he comes.]
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[personal profile] margaritadad 2017-07-30 02:08 am (UTC)(link)
[Joseph's been expecting barbs all night. He's gotten them almost every time, but he's also gotten inside Robert's house. It's a feat he hasn't managed since the first and only time.

He hadn't needed to directly ask to come in, that time. Well-placed lines of intent had had Robert inviting him, under the guise of something else.

Talking around what they really want. That's what they're both actually good at, isn't it?

Joseph holds out one of the margarita glasses. It's topped with a lime wedge and already has a straw.

Just used to playing host, Robert.
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[personal profile] sniktt 2017-07-30 02:15 am (UTC)(link)
[Low lights don't matter much. Logan's got a flashlight still in the glove compartment of his truck.

The woods press in, shapes looming, but there's degrees to all those shades of black and gray. Logan can see well enough.

More importantly, he can hear everything that's moving. Wind scratching leaves against each other. Squirrels shifting up high in the branches.

His boots aren't the quietest, though. After a moment's consideration, weighing how seriously he's about to take this, Logan stops where he is.

He leaves them behind, socks stuffed inside the mouths of each boot. Bare feet weigh heavy on the grass, but he's almost completely silent now.

He breathes in, slow and deep, one hand resting on a nearby tree. Apparently, that fucker didn't run too far.

Robert's close.
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[personal profile] margaritadad 2017-07-30 02:34 am (UTC)(link)
I suppose you do prefer your life more saturated. [It's instinctive banter. The smile that touches Joseph's mouth, just barely turns up the edges with something earnest and almost vulnerable, is unplanned. For just a fleeting second, right there, as Robert's face catches the light (he won't look at Joseph, but Joseph gets to look at him) and his profile illuminates-- it's there. Right here in the room with them.


And then it's fanned away like the smoke Robert breathes out.

The silver kind you like.

[Joseph's gotten good - excellent, even - at smiling through pain.]

I know you don't just drink whiskey, Robert.

[Joseph tilts the drink forward a bit more, a little closer without forcing his way into Robert's personal space. This will only be a win if Robert is the one to breach that bubble himself.

Like last time.
] I guess you might have preferred white zinfandel, though?
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[personal profile] sniktt 2017-07-30 02:49 am (UTC)(link)
[Logan is...actually pretty fucking lucky he thought to shut his phone off at all. He usually forgets about the damn thing for hours-long blocks of time. And it would really hurt his '200 pound ninja' thing he's got going on right now if his ass pocket kept lighting up with Robert trying to harass him.

Still, he ends up checking it, when he brushes back up against a tree and re-registers the weight there.


[1/2] I'd save your energy, if I were you.

[2/2; two minutes later] You'll need it soon.

[Cologne, leather. Sun-cooked hair.

That's him.

Logan lets himself be heard, just for a few steps. He's coming closer, inching forward, and then--

Nothing at all.

The ambient forest sounds slowly fade out, as if everything is collectively holding its breath.
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[personal profile] margaritadad 2017-07-30 03:01 am (UTC)(link)
[Isn't that true? Joseph thinks back to a church function in Pamela Johnson's backyard, how they'd had an array of wines to choose from. He thinks of selecting one of the palest ones they had, thinks of the look on Mary's face when she'd seen him, the way she'd slid right from disinterested to furious to sad, all at once, before smoothing it down again.

Joseph knows he deserved that, that time. It was still worth it to taste something that reminded him of Robert.

Cheers, Robert.

[And they both sip their drinks - well. One of them sips, one of them gulps, although to be honest the only difference is the stance. Both of them are greedy for the alcohol, for the excuses it brings.

If Robert isn't going to comment on how it's more tequila than margarita mix, Joseph won't explain why. They clearly both know.

Joseph comes over to the table Robert has been pacing near, places a hand lightly on the back of a chair. His eyes are sheepish, skipping down to his hand in between glances up at Robert. He looks up only through his lashes.

Could we both sit down for this, please? I'd like for this to be as comfortable as possible.
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[personal profile] sniktt 2017-07-30 03:21 am (UTC)(link)
[Logan's found the spot... but Robert's not crouched on the ground there. And Logan finally realizes what had him going in a circle earlier about the scent he was catching - it's from so high up, the wind was moving it further.

Now, though, he's gotten close enough to know it's Robert, and that it's Robert up a tree. He can see him - just there. The gleam of moonlight off his eyes, the barest brightness in the dark.

Logan hones in, finds a well-placed branch, and jumps.

It's easier on that first branch. It's sturdy, thick, supports his weight easily. (Obviously, or else how would tall, dark, and clearly-doesn't-do-parkour have gotten up here?) From there, it's a matter of touch and sight, mostly the former. Logan runs fingers along the trunk, finds the strongest branches, pulls himself up with an animal confidence.

The scent's so much stronger, up close. He's never needed to pay this much attention to it.

There's a certain silence before it happens. A bit of creaking, if you're already paranoid enough to be on high alert - Logan's good, but he's not perfect.

But there's probably not enough warning before a rough hand grabs the underside of Robert's jaw, palm and fingers spread out against his throat. Robert's head knocks - not too unkindly - against the tree trunk as Logan figures out how to get a good hold on him.

His voice comes from barely an inch behind Robert's ear.

Found ya.
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[personal profile] margaritadad 2017-07-30 01:20 pm (UTC)(link)
[Joseph still pulls out his chair in one fluid motion, but there's a moment where his entire face pauses in quiet surprise.

It's a moment that's as familiar as it is painful, once it passes and Joseph can register it for what it was. He fades into a soft chuckle, eyes flitting down to the tabletop again.

You know, for a moment there, I thought you were trying to pull one over on me again.

[All the joking, all the elaborate words - Robert's always gotten more verbose once he's got his heart set on the play. He's too nervous to sink his teeth into reality, but he has life beating through him in his fantasies.

Joseph can't help but feel that pull. He watches Robert for a heartbeat, lips just barely parted--

And then brings the margarita back up to his mouth and takes a long swallow.
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[personal profile] sniktt 2017-07-30 10:07 pm (UTC)(link)
[Logan's trying to fuck with him, but he isn't trying to actually hurt him. He scoffs and keeps an eye on the flailing limbs, lets Robert grab at his arm for balance when he immediately throws himself off-kilter when he's gripped from behind.]

If you ain't prepared to tango with dangerous men, Robert-- [Logan pulls with the hand still squeezing carefully against Robert's jaw. He's tugged back as if he weighed as much as Betsy does, and their shoulders bump. Logan's wrapped close to the tree trunk, leaned around it to be almost flush to where Robert is.

Because, really, there's only so many ways it's possible to balance in a tree, no matter how sizable it is, so they're just going to have to be pretty damn close.

--then you might wanna rethink your next big heist. [Said right into Robert's ear. Logan's heart rate is up from the chase, and it's possible he's being just reckless enough with the excitement that he's close enough that Robert can feel the toothy grin.]
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[personal profile] sniktt 2017-07-30 11:46 pm (UTC)(link)
[Yeah, yeah, yeah. Logan's got a very specific set of skills. And apparently, he's somehow gotten to the point where dangerously showcasing what he's capable of is worth...what's just happened. What was essentially a prolonged game in the woods, all just to keep upping the ante of goading each other on with his new friend drinking partner.

It's...sounding a little more ridiculous the more he examines it.

What isn't sounding ridiculous, though, is the thudding heartbeat so close by. The way Robert's scent blossoms into the air - pheromones, shit, man - and his body language opens by degrees.

Logan knows this dance, too, even if he's not always half as careful during it as he is during search-and-seize missions.

Robert squeezes his arm tighter, leans his head as far as it'll turn to talk to him. Logan can just barely see the difference between iris and cornea, can tell mostly-blind human eyes are searching for him in the dark.


Well, I'd say be careful what you wish for.

[Logan doesn't yank them both out of the tree yet, even though he knows his shoulders could handle Robert's weight. But he lets the blunt edges of his fingertips dig in slightly, lets the pressure on Robert's neck just barely increase. Not enough to cut off air, but enough that it's undeniably intentional. Logan doesn't budge except to pull Robert closer once more, by his throat.

Logan feels Robert's ear against his mouth. Fuck.

Or you just might get it.
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[personal profile] margaritadad 2017-07-31 12:48 am (UTC)(link)
[...Ouch. Joseph's a good actor, but the flinch that echoes through him is real. His shoulders tense, his entire face slackens with surprised pain, and he looks away, charisma charm temporarily disabled.

Don't engage. Change the subject. Move it along.

I never lied to you about how I felt, Robert.

[It sticks to his throat, but evidently not enough to stay unspoken. Joseph looks back up, meeting Robert's stare. He swallows but stays firm, sitting up straighter. He can't quite think about how to make this about Mary, to switch away from this track. He's too focused on them and their shared pain.]
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[personal profile] ministers 2017-07-31 03:35 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He's got a hand halfway raised to briskly knock as soon as he hits that last step, but it tugs open abruptly. Ah. He's been waiting, then.

Just handle this civilly. No reason they can't. Just make light, be as pleasant as possible, and if Robert is Robert about the whole thing, well...he's done all he can, hasn't he? No one could blame him for that.

Joseph's eyes move over the figure in the doorway briefly before the hand lowers, and a tight smile works across his lips. ]

Heard you're harboring an escaped convict.

[ He knows better than to invite himself in. He doesn't think Robert would actually stab him, but it might be better not to tempt him. Depends on how much he's already been drinking this morning. ]
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joseph 'how dare you bring up my wife while you're my side hoe' christiansen, reporting for duty

[personal profile] margaritadad 2017-07-31 06:13 pm (UTC)(link)
I came here to talk about how to help someone I care about, Robert.

[Ambiguity. Potential double-talk. It's the only tool Joseph reliably has going for him right now.

Joseph swallows down some glass-shaped reservations about having come over, carefully tries to shelve his pain behind the drink he returns to. After a few swallows, he puts the cup down on the table. It's mostly gone, by now, the lime capsized into the ice.

I'm perfectly happy to leave the pain behind us and just live in the moment, for tonight.

[Isn't that what you just asked for, Robert? He's the one who keeps alluding to past pain, and now he's accusing Joseph of wanting to talk about that pain - not true at all. Let Joseph steer this towards calmer waters, Robert. Let Joseph take care of the mood.]
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[personal profile] margaritadad 2017-08-01 12:58 am (UTC)(link)
I care about other people, Robert.

[Joseph doesn't just believe that - it's true. His eyes go wide at the insinuation, again momentarily losing his control over himself. The hurt is real and tender, two vulnerable heartbeats passing before Joseph glances away to regather himself.

The alcohol might be helping him feel bolder about being inside Robert's house, but it isn't helping Joseph stay unmoved by what the owner has to say.

I'm not alone in struggling with how to...convey that to others, though.

[Is he, Robert.

His face still pointed at the table, Joseph's eyes come up to look at Robert. Carefully, shaded by his eyelashes, he watches him.

It's nice, being this close. Being able to see him in person.
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[personal profile] margaritadad 2017-08-07 06:03 pm (UTC)(link)
[Joseph's pulse goes up immediately. Adrenaline hits like a wall, and Joseph's never been good at acting unaffected by other people's-- intensity. He always wants it - wants to cause it, wants to see it. Wants to be the epicenter of someone else's loss of control.

His hand is on Robert's quicker than considering it. Joseph's too drunk to worry about tomorrow. He's always wanted to be able to lose himself in now, and alcohol just makes that easier.

'...the only person you really care about is yourself.'

Dammit, Robert. [Robert's wrist is about the same size as his own. Here, both of them stretched and crouched across the table, they're about the same height. Joseph smells tequila on Robert's breath and wants to taste it.

Joseph's other hand goes up, grips the point where Robert's neck and shoulder connect with bruising force.
] Why do you think I wanted to see you? You know I care about you.
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[personal profile] dadsona 2017-08-22 08:54 pm (UTC)(link)
[King shuts the door himself, heading over to the microwave to reheat the pasta. It's not fresh out of the pan and he doesn't have any fresh parm to grate over so...

By the power of Mario Batali and Giada De Laurentiis, please guide this dad to victory.

With the microwave set, he stands at the bar next to Robert as opposed to being across from him. He notes the scene of whiskey and...yes, it really is peanut butter. Even if his underlying question goes unanswered, he offers him a small smile anyway as he nods.]

Pour me one. [aka I'm here for you if you need me.]
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[personal profile] dadsona 2017-08-23 02:56 am (UTC)(link)
[King starts to lightly drum his fingers on the counter but stops since he doesn't want to appear like he's in a rush when he really isn't. He'll stay for as long as he's welcomed.]

Yeah, [and then he adds this because it just seemed right to:] but she knows that I'm here. [Amanda's dad has been officially socializing. Who knew? He sure didn't until they moved here.

It's still a challenge for King though. So many questions but he can't tell which are appropriate to ask. Why do you ask? What's up? Everything okay? How are things? He's just been going off on the gut feeling that if he has to question it then he won't.

The microwave dings as the aroma of the peace offering in the form of tomato sauce and oregano permeates the room.]
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[personal profile] dadsona 2017-08-24 04:17 am (UTC)(link)
[King's going to wait for Robert to take the first bite. So yeah, maybe 90% of him hopes that he'd like it. He's no expert cook, but...peanut butter and whiskey? Speaking of, he takes a swig at his glass as he listens to the other speak.]

I can finally change my name to Joe King and visit Tikal in person. Amanda would understand. [Sort of. She'd want pictures of those ruins.]

Gotta think of a new alias for you too.