A Warm Welcome (Cameron)
Mar 24, 2014 18:39:33 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Mar 24, 2014 18:39:33 GMT -5
It was easy and pretty obvious to anyone that Oriel cared about Tak. Not in the same way he cared for Phoenix but close. He remembered last year around this time when Tak finally told him about the pregnancy. Oriel had taken the news....about as well as anyone, especially when he thought that he might've been the father. Luckily, Tak had told him otherwise. After that....Oriel did his best to support her. As a friend. About as much as he could before his own problems overwhelmed him and he lost track of what was going on with her. Before he knew it, Tak had returned to Hammel after a long hiatus. Oriel was relieved to see that she had made it okay.
By herself.
Without the baby's father.
To say that Oriel took abandonment a little too seriously...might be an understatement.
And after a recent visit to his good friend(and ex-sex buddy) Tak, Oriel found out that a certain blonde man-whore had once again blessed the campus with his glorious presence.
Well, Oriel just had to go give him the warmest welcome Hammel could offer.
Oriel never bothered to knock on doors when he entered a dorm, at least not until he reached his host's bedroom proper. And that's what he did, ignoring any others who might have been in the common room, his long curls bouncing off his neck as he sauntered through at a pace with intent. He'd a solid, dark green button up left open over a black undershirt while his faded jeans bore a frayed hole in one of the knees. Oriel leaned up against the doorframe and knocked. Should the door open, Oriel would push himself past it, and the occupant, in three very large steps, effectively inviting himself inside with a quick, "Hey, how you doing?" Because that's how Oriel rolled.
By herself.
Without the baby's father.
To say that Oriel took abandonment a little too seriously...might be an understatement.
And after a recent visit to his good friend(and ex-sex buddy) Tak, Oriel found out that a certain blonde man-whore had once again blessed the campus with his glorious presence.
Well, Oriel just had to go give him the warmest welcome Hammel could offer.
Oriel never bothered to knock on doors when he entered a dorm, at least not until he reached his host's bedroom proper. And that's what he did, ignoring any others who might have been in the common room, his long curls bouncing off his neck as he sauntered through at a pace with intent. He'd a solid, dark green button up left open over a black undershirt while his faded jeans bore a frayed hole in one of the knees. Oriel leaned up against the doorframe and knocked. Should the door open, Oriel would push himself past it, and the occupant, in three very large steps, effectively inviting himself inside with a quick, "Hey, how you doing?" Because that's how Oriel rolled.