Come RP with Anania and Benson~

(am i the only one without a couple here? XDXDXD )

Xixx chattered away happily, enjoying having someone to talk to.

A groan escaped Cullen's throat as the door of the cafe collided with his face. Holding his wound in pain as the pain shot through his body. Through narrowed eyes and gritted teeth he looked for the one behind flinging the door open, "Hey, don't go around throwing open doors so wildly." He growled, feeling the now forming knot on his head.

Anania gave Cullen a death glare and slapped Benson, causing him to let go. Benson grumbled a string of curses and apologized to Cullen before edging past and starting to follow Anania, who had started up his SUV, and started to drive off. He let out a loud groan and shoved his hand into his bangs, and sat down on the curb, watching Anania leaving. "F***."


(And there it is, the bond is broken!)

Cullen blinked slowly, not really sure what just happened in front of him.

Alve rushed over to Cullen, "Hey dude, I'm sorry about them, they're umm...yeah it's just not a good day. Why don't you come in for some coffee? It's on the house for your troubles," he said with a friendly grin.

Benson fought to hold his composure. Anania had finally had enough. After 6 entire years of putting up with Benson's multitude of insecurities, everything was over. He held his shaking hands over his face, trying to find something else to think about to keep from crying his eyes out right there in front of everyone.

Anania drove like a madman. He had no idea where the hell he was going, but that didn't stop him. Eventually, he ended up in front of the apartment he shared with Benson. He slammed his car door and locked his SUV and rushed inside. Once inside, he slammed his fist against the wall, and walked into the kitchen to find something to eat when he noticed something. A pair of scissors glinting in the light of his small kitchen window. He snatched them up and ran into the bathroom, where he promptly slammed the door and stared daringly into the mirror. It had to be done. His hands faintly shaking, he proceeded to shear off his long silky tendrils of hair, inch by inch.


A beautiful young woman with heavenly white hair with small black patterns in it happened to be walking down the street when she noticed Benson crumpled in the fetal position on the curb. She leaned down, and put a slender hand on his quaking shoulder. "Are you alright?"

Benson looked up helplessly, and shook his head.

She helped him up and smiled, "Here, come with me, I know a lovely restaurant that should cheer you up."

He smiled sheepishly at her kindness, and she led him towards her car and they got in and disappeared.

Alve stood watching, utterly and completely floored at what just took place.

Alve scratched his head for a moment before looking over at Zeal. "I dunno. They normally have problems, but it's never gone this far before. Maybe someone should go find Anania?"

"Yeah," he replied, walking over to the counter, printing a blank receipt from the register, and jotting down the address.

When he came back, he held it out for Ari, "Here, this is the directions. I'd drive you guys over, but my shift just started."

(Naw, like 2 blocks away. Anania was just driving around in circles lol)

Alve nodded and smiled compassionately, "Thanks! I owe you guys. I hope he's alright."

Looking around at all the hustle and bustle, Cullen rubbed the formed knot on his forehead. "Yea... Don't know what the fck just happened here..." He looked from the pair heading to the guy who slammed Cullen's face into a door to the friend of the guy.

Alve ran and got some ice for Cullen's head, and rushed back with it, "Here, take this. Are you alright?"

He smiled at Alve as he took the bag of ice from him, "Thanks man. " The man winced from the stinging cold of the ice placed on the knot. "And yea I'll be fine. Just a little confused and dazed a bit." Cullen chuckled.

Alve smiled warmly, holding the door open, "Here, come on in, have a drink, it's on the house."

"Thank ya. Don't mean to be bothering you as soon as you start your shift." He stepped towards the door, pausing to let the pounding in his head stop before finding a seat in the Cafe. "I can just feel one hell of a headache forming for later tonight." He sighed and slumped in the chair, letting the pack of ice flop onto his lap. Cullen closed his eyes, "Don't know which is worse, headaches induced from head injuries or headaches from hangovers."