Oh you've got to be shitting me. [ He huffs as they walk in, and throws his bag down on the other bed. ]This is ridiculous.
[ His keyboard is taken gently off his shoulder and put on the desk. It doesn't fit. He unzips it from the case and pulls it out. Suck it Nate, you're going to have to listen to music. ]
I work late, don't pull a shit fit when I walk in and wake you up.
No. I'm doing a music degree. But I've played a bit down the pub at home every now and then. Just let me know when you're out and I'll try not to practise when you're around.
Don't have to do that. I mean maybe not if I'm asleep, but anything else is fine. No sense in either of us getting fucked over too hard by all of this mess.
Especially then, got it. [He's not going to comment on that any further. Starting a fight on their first night in isn't Nathan's idea of a good time but wow it's hard not to draw some heavy conclusions there.]
[ He shrugs, looking off to the side, a little dismissive. ]
Not much to tell. Wanted to play music, always have, decided I was going to come here no matter what, so here I am. Though if I'd followed my my da's footsteps then I'd have been a mechanic.
Took me a couple of years to get here, but got here in the end.
Classical. Like you've not heart shit until you've heard Beethoven played first hand. Nothing quite compares. It's better than sex, that stuff. Fucking genius.
[ Matt doesn't really know any gay people. He's never had the chance to, growing up around a father who would make his opinions on such lifestyles abundantly clear, and friends who were sheltered and used slurs as jokes. There had always been part of him that niggled in the back of his head, that thought it wasn't quite right to treat people like that. But only now he's apart from it can he see that all for himself. ]
No problem with me. What you do with your own bits is your business. Don't really get it but then [ he shrugs. ] You're the first I've known.
That explains a few things. [He says with a shake of his head, not looking mad about it, but feeling like it's now his job to say something.]
A tip, then? Maybe don't say things like "don't bring people around for sex, especially men." Sort of makes you sound like a wanker. If you don't want me shagging in a shared room, it shouldn't matter if they're men or women, yeah?
[He's trying really really hard not to assume things about you, Matt. But that shit makes it difficult.]
[ It's a comment that leaves him silent for a long moment, looking at his hands as he plays with the edge of a cushion on the bed. It's funny, he's never had someone say anything like that to him before. Honestly, he can't fault the logic. Why should it matter? He doesn't know if he should try and explain or what, but he tries, for better or for worse. ]
I just mean I don't want to have to look at it.
[ As soon as he's spoken he regrets those choice of words and follows them up quickly. ] I mean it would make me uncomfortable.
[ Okay none of this is sounding good? So does that mean the guy is right and he's just a dick? Maybe. It's a bitter pill to swallow. ]
I don't have a problem with gay people. I'm not like that. [ Of course the 'that' there in his mind is his da. Not that anybody would know that, and not that he's about to share it. But the last thing he ever wants to be is him. ]
[Nate has dealt with people being uncomfortable with him for all his life. Thankfully, his parents have never been that sort, but plenty of people at school or on the street- people who decided that giving their opinion of him without him asking was definitely necessary.]
You're not like that. [He repeats, still not sounding mad, just pointing out the flaws in the logic here.] You just- what? Prefer I keep it to myself? But if I was bringing a girl over, you'd be completely comfortable with it?
No that's not what I'm-- [ He's quick to rebuff. Not what he's saying. But it sort of is what he's saying, isn't it? He doesn't mean to, but... it is. He doesn't want to make the bloke feel like he needs to hide who he is or some shit like that. It freaks him out, sure, but that's his own problem, not Nate's. ]
You don't need to justify yourself to me, Nate. I'm nobody. What the fuck does it matter what anybody thinks about how you live your life. You do you and if that's blokes then you do as many blokes as you want. Within reason and all that.
[ He shifts a bit awkwardly, because he knows it's fucked up, and that's his own thought processes. Why is it a problem to him? He knows why, and he hates it. ]
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I'm not faking, you prick. And I know it is. I don't want to live with you as much as you don't want to live with me, so we're cool, okay?
[ HUFF. RUDE NATHAN. LETS GO ]
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We have to have the wrong room.
[Except he knows they don't. So he reluctantly goes to claim the bed closest to the window. Natural light is his thing okay.]
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[ His keyboard is taken gently off his shoulder and put on the desk. It doesn't fit. He unzips it from the case and pulls it out. Suck it Nate, you're going to have to listen to music. ]
I work late, don't pull a shit fit when I walk in and wake you up.
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[He finally notices the keyboard.]
You in a band or something?
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And don't go bringing anyone back here either. Especially if it's blokes. You are into blokes, right?
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So what's your story then, Nate? What brought you here?
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[He doesn't know if he wants to ask about Matt's life, especially if he's a homophobic dick.]
What about you? [sigh]
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Not much to tell. Wanted to play music, always have, decided I was going to come here no matter what, so here I am. Though if I'd followed my my da's footsteps then I'd have been a mechanic.
Took me a couple of years to get here, but got here in the end.
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...Really?
[He struggles to see that as a real thing.]
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What, you thought I was here for the 'history of rock'? 'Indie 101'?
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[ He stares at him a moment. ]
So go on then, given we're going to be sharing a room like two twelve year olds. Tell me about yourself.
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[Okay that comment from before has been eating at him.]
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No problem with me. What you do with your own bits is your business. Don't really get it but then [ he shrugs. ] You're the first I've known.
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A tip, then? Maybe don't say things like "don't bring people around for sex, especially men." Sort of makes you sound like a wanker. If you don't want me shagging in a shared room, it shouldn't matter if they're men or women, yeah?
[He's trying really really hard not to assume things about you, Matt. But that shit makes it difficult.]
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I just mean I don't want to have to look at it.
[ As soon as he's spoken he regrets those choice of words and follows them up quickly. ] I mean it would make me uncomfortable.
[ Okay none of this is sounding good? So does that mean the guy is right and he's just a dick? Maybe. It's a bitter pill to swallow. ]
I don't have a problem with gay people. I'm not like that. [ Of course the 'that' there in his mind is his da. Not that anybody would know that, and not that he's about to share it. But the last thing he ever wants to be is him. ]
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You're not like that. [He repeats, still not sounding mad, just pointing out the flaws in the logic here.] You just- what? Prefer I keep it to myself? But if I was bringing a girl over, you'd be completely comfortable with it?
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You don't need to justify yourself to me, Nate. I'm nobody. What the fuck does it matter what anybody thinks about how you live your life. You do you and if that's blokes then you do as many blokes as you want. Within reason and all that.
[ He shifts a bit awkwardly, because he knows it's fucked up, and that's his own thought processes. Why is it a problem to him? He knows why, and he hates it. ]
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