Two for Tuesday.

Maybe you're one of those people who likes keeping to yourself, who doesn't much care for people flitting in and out of your space. Or maybe you're the one who wants to be best friends with everybody, bringing smiles and cheer to all around you.

So, which is it? Are you a hermit or a social butterfly?

I sort of like to keep to myself now, just let some people in. The people I choose. So many people are in and out of my life. But that's because I've been around for quite some time. I want people who want to be with me for a while. But those are hard to find. Peoples concept of forever and my concept of forever are entirely different.

So I keep only some people close. I guess in a sense that makes me a bit of a hermit, though I don't spend all day inside by myself. I work with people day in and day out. So I'm not a 'hermit'. But I'm not entirely a social butterfly either.

I suppose I'm just complicated when it comes to that sort of thing.

Roleplay

He had just wanted to come over straight after work. He worked close enough. Well. Not that close. It was all relative.

The night air was crisp as he ran through it. A pep to his stride. It'd been a long while since he'd felt this way. For lack of better terms he felt like a dog with a bone. He of course was the proverbial dog, and Noah of course was the bone.

He'd fallen, and fallen hard and he was expecting to have to get up and lick his wounds soon. But he didn't think about it. Not now. He'd worry about that later if the time came for it. The key word being if.

He didn't know why exactly he was going to Noah's, there was no real reason to be there. Other then to just, be with the other. That was a good enough reason. Good enough for him. Because it was dark the building entrance was locked and the super was hesitant to let him in but after a lot of explaining, and some pleading he was finally let in. Though he was embarrassingly lead up the stairs to Noah's room to make sure he was legitimate.