[[Scene: Klavier and Daryan's Wacky Roommate Adventures Volume 1]]
[[Takes place right before the writing of this entry.]]
Daryan: *Daryan was sitting in his room writing his recent entry about the inmates and the death penalty, hitting the keys as hard as he could (making typos that he'll fix later) until he gets up and walks out of the room, growling at the thought of Ron's entry*
Klavier: *Klavier sleepily opens an eye, listening to the ruckus someone is making out in the living room. The prosecutor lets out a groan before closing his eyes and attempting to clamp a pillow around his ears to drown out the sound. He gives up on this idea quickly and sits up, kicking his blanket off and getting to his feet. He stumbles towards his door and steps out, running a hand through his messy hair. He squints through the lights still on and moves into the living room, watching Daryan pace about*
Klavier: Ugh... D... *brings hand to his mouth to stifle a yawn* It is like... zwei am morgen... Was ist denn los? Jetzt mach doch kein Theater... Ich will wieder Schalf... *he struggles to keep his eyes open, muttering a few inaudible things in German*
Daryan: *Daryan stops pacing to see a groggy Klavier* Aw hell. Sorry, Klav but that damn entry with that wuss talking about gettin' rid of the death penalty pissed me off, man.
Klavier: Entry...? *Klavier rubs sleep from his eyes and gestures to the side of his head with his hands, moving them in small circles* The one... Herr Bocklamm posted? *Even though it was only a short while ago Klavier himself responded to that very entry, he's still a bit hazy right now as he tries to recall the details*
Daryan: Yeah, that one. The one by that girly dude with his little fantasy world where murdered don't deserve to get killed! Those assholes get a pool and now they got someone talking about wanting to get rid of killing them off! How the hell does that work out?!
Klavier: *Klavier walks past Daryan and into the kitchen. He returns a moment later with a glass of water and leans against the couch, looking at his roommate* .. So you are stomping around out here... *he scratches his hip above the lip of his pyjama bottoms* Because you read something on the internet that made you angry?
Daryan: *snaps back* I'm writing something about that in my thing and it helps me think sometimes, all right?!
Klavier: *The prosecutor shoots Daryan a dead serious look* ...It is two in the morning. I have to be up at five-thirty to do my hair... and you are out here, stomping around because of the internet... *he sips his water* ... Do you plan on doing this the rest of the night?
Daryan: I'm not stomping around just be-*Daryan stops in mid-sentence as he realize that's exactly what he is doing.* No, I'm going back to my room now.
Klavier: Are you going to be pouting in the morning? *runs a hand through his hair, realizing that staying up to talk to Daryan is counter-productive... but he does not want to deal with a moody roommate in a few hours more*
Daryan: ...Nah, I'll probably be too busy with classes to be pissed off like that, man.
Klavier: Want me to get you a ... thing from work? Thing that... says prisoner privileges and all that...? I have a file on my work computer, I can print it off. It is not quite as cushy as the "hippies" on the internet make it sound.
Daryan: Never mind, just go back to bed already! *Daryan then turned around and went back into his room, slamming the door.*
Klavier: *Klavier stares over to Daryan's closed door and sighs. No use talking to him tonight it seems. He returns his glass to the kitchen, shuts off the light and returns to his room. Door closed, all quiet in the condo, the prosecutor lays back down in bed. He rolls over, closes his eyes... and finds himself tossing over to the other side a moment later. He rolls onto his back, staring up at the dark ceiling -- wide awake now.* Ugh... I am never getting back to sleep now...
Daryan: *Daryan was sitting in his room writing his recent entry about the inmates and the death penalty, hitting the keys as hard as he could (making typos that he'll fix later) until he gets up and walks out of the room, growling at the thought of Ron's entry*
Klavier: *Klavier sleepily opens an eye, listening to the ruckus someone is making out in the living room. The prosecutor lets out a groan before closing his eyes and attempting to clamp a pillow around his ears to drown out the sound. He gives up on this idea quickly and sits up, kicking his blanket off and getting to his feet. He stumbles towards his door and steps out, running a hand through his messy hair. He squints through the lights still on and moves into the living room, watching Daryan pace about*
Klavier: Ugh... D... *brings hand to his mouth to stifle a yawn* It is like... zwei am morgen... Was ist denn los? Jetzt mach doch kein Theater... Ich will wieder Schalf... *he struggles to keep his eyes open, muttering a few inaudible things in German*
Daryan: *Daryan stops pacing to see a groggy Klavier* Aw hell. Sorry, Klav but that damn entry with that wuss talking about gettin' rid of the death penalty pissed me off, man.
Klavier: Entry...? *Klavier rubs sleep from his eyes and gestures to the side of his head with his hands, moving them in small circles* The one... Herr Bocklamm posted? *Even though it was only a short while ago Klavier himself responded to that very entry, he's still a bit hazy right now as he tries to recall the details*
Daryan: Yeah, that one. The one by that girly dude with his little fantasy world where murdered don't deserve to get killed! Those assholes get a pool and now they got someone talking about wanting to get rid of killing them off! How the hell does that work out?!
Klavier: *Klavier walks past Daryan and into the kitchen. He returns a moment later with a glass of water and leans against the couch, looking at his roommate* .. So you are stomping around out here... *he scratches his hip above the lip of his pyjama bottoms* Because you read something on the internet that made you angry?
Daryan: *snaps back* I'm writing something about that in my thing and it helps me think sometimes, all right?!
Klavier: *The prosecutor shoots Daryan a dead serious look* ...It is two in the morning. I have to be up at five-thirty to do my hair... and you are out here, stomping around because of the internet... *he sips his water* ... Do you plan on doing this the rest of the night?
Daryan: I'm not stomping around just be-*Daryan stops in mid-sentence as he realize that's exactly what he is doing.* No, I'm going back to my room now.
Klavier: Are you going to be pouting in the morning? *runs a hand through his hair, realizing that staying up to talk to Daryan is counter-productive... but he does not want to deal with a moody roommate in a few hours more*
Daryan: ...Nah, I'll probably be too busy with classes to be pissed off like that, man.
Klavier: Want me to get you a ... thing from work? Thing that... says prisoner privileges and all that...? I have a file on my work computer, I can print it off. It is not quite as cushy as the "hippies" on the internet make it sound.
Daryan: Never mind, just go back to bed already! *Daryan then turned around and went back into his room, slamming the door.*
Klavier: *Klavier stares over to Daryan's closed door and sighs. No use talking to him tonight it seems. He returns his glass to the kitchen, shuts off the light and returns to his room. Door closed, all quiet in the condo, the prosecutor lays back down in bed. He rolls over, closes his eyes... and finds himself tossing over to the other side a moment later. He rolls onto his back, staring up at the dark ceiling -- wide awake now.* Ugh... I am never getting back to sleep now...