Post by Griff on May 26, 2013 5:29:39 GMT 10
Title: Arm Candy
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 545
Pairing: George/Roger
Round/Fight: 2B
Summary: (Modern AU, Country Boy!Cooper Pt8) Roald calls. George answers.
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The only problem with being a high-profile lawyer after an attempt on his life was the concerned calls from family to which Roger would rather not speak. Roald, for being the destructive catalyst of Roger’s entire life, seemed to be made of feelings and concern and all other nauseating sorta of perfection that could only be illustrated to small children through fluffy clouds and rainbows. He was also alarmingly stubborn, which was a trait which Roger prided himself and greatly resented the idea it might be inherited.
“I’m not answering it.” Roger yelled as his phone vibrated loudly on the glass table. “I will not. He can take his nose and stick it firmly in someone else’s business.”
“Fine,” George called from the living room, promptly following up with, “Hello, Conte-Cooper Residence.”
Conte-Cooper had been one of Roger’s precise stipulations. He was not going to take second billing in his own apartment. The moment of pride was quickly squashed as he realize whom, exactly, was on the other end.
“George Cooper. Yeah, we’ve been together for a little while, now.” He said, entirely unbothered Roger hadn’t told his family about them. It was surprising that Jonathan hadn’t spilled the beans, but it probably would have been difficult to explain that the man who’d apparently stolen his girlfriend had now run off to philander with his cousin.
“Sure, sure, I’ll tell him. Absolutely. Nah, it’s nothing. A bit unexpected, but it was cleaned up, right as rain. Had to replace the tv, but it was stupid lookin’, anyhow.”
His tv was not stupid looking. Roger’s apartment was the epitome of taste. George wouldn’t know classic design if it kicked him in his home-grown ass.
“Nah, he’s not, I’m sorry. It’s been a busy week, what with all the work y’all’ve been doing up there. Oh, yeah, he’s always in his office. If I didn’t have food on the table, guaranteed to meet his stiff-nosed requirements, I’m pretty sure I’d never see him. Huh, odd.” George shrugged into the room, pacing lazily as he talked. “I can’t imagine why Alex would tell you that. He has always come off a little shifty, though, so I don’t trust him much in the first place. Yup, yup. Good talkin’ to you, too. Hope we’ll see you soon. Dinner sounds great. I’ll see if I can’t find us the time. Yup.” George looked up and crooked an unimpressed brow at Roger’s stare of loathing and dark, seething hatred. “Mmhm. Bye, now.”
He clicked the phone off and tossed it to Roger. “There. Now he’ll stop callin’. Was that really so bad.”
“Are you mad?” Roger snapped. “You’ve ruined years of work! Not only have you encourage Roald and his twisted sense of familial obligation, but you’ve revealed the key to my sacred space and betrayed the very foundations of my trust!”
“Uhuh,” George nodded. “Ain’t that terrible.”
“You,” Roger growled, pointing at him with vicious finger. “are a menace to my very existence. You’ve come to undo me and I let you wander in here unimpeded.”
“Sure did.”
“That’s it? That is all you have to say for yourself.”
George paused and cocked his head thoughtfully. “Yup,” He agreed and wandered back towards the kitchen. “By the way, dinner’s done.
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 545
Pairing: George/Roger
Round/Fight: 2B
Summary: (Modern AU, Country Boy!Cooper Pt8) Roald calls. George answers.
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The only problem with being a high-profile lawyer after an attempt on his life was the concerned calls from family to which Roger would rather not speak. Roald, for being the destructive catalyst of Roger’s entire life, seemed to be made of feelings and concern and all other nauseating sorta of perfection that could only be illustrated to small children through fluffy clouds and rainbows. He was also alarmingly stubborn, which was a trait which Roger prided himself and greatly resented the idea it might be inherited.
“I’m not answering it.” Roger yelled as his phone vibrated loudly on the glass table. “I will not. He can take his nose and stick it firmly in someone else’s business.”
“Fine,” George called from the living room, promptly following up with, “Hello, Conte-Cooper Residence.”
Conte-Cooper had been one of Roger’s precise stipulations. He was not going to take second billing in his own apartment. The moment of pride was quickly squashed as he realize whom, exactly, was on the other end.
“George Cooper. Yeah, we’ve been together for a little while, now.” He said, entirely unbothered Roger hadn’t told his family about them. It was surprising that Jonathan hadn’t spilled the beans, but it probably would have been difficult to explain that the man who’d apparently stolen his girlfriend had now run off to philander with his cousin.
“Sure, sure, I’ll tell him. Absolutely. Nah, it’s nothing. A bit unexpected, but it was cleaned up, right as rain. Had to replace the tv, but it was stupid lookin’, anyhow.”
His tv was not stupid looking. Roger’s apartment was the epitome of taste. George wouldn’t know classic design if it kicked him in his home-grown ass.
“Nah, he’s not, I’m sorry. It’s been a busy week, what with all the work y’all’ve been doing up there. Oh, yeah, he’s always in his office. If I didn’t have food on the table, guaranteed to meet his stiff-nosed requirements, I’m pretty sure I’d never see him. Huh, odd.” George shrugged into the room, pacing lazily as he talked. “I can’t imagine why Alex would tell you that. He has always come off a little shifty, though, so I don’t trust him much in the first place. Yup, yup. Good talkin’ to you, too. Hope we’ll see you soon. Dinner sounds great. I’ll see if I can’t find us the time. Yup.” George looked up and crooked an unimpressed brow at Roger’s stare of loathing and dark, seething hatred. “Mmhm. Bye, now.”
He clicked the phone off and tossed it to Roger. “There. Now he’ll stop callin’. Was that really so bad.”
“Are you mad?” Roger snapped. “You’ve ruined years of work! Not only have you encourage Roald and his twisted sense of familial obligation, but you’ve revealed the key to my sacred space and betrayed the very foundations of my trust!”
“Uhuh,” George nodded. “Ain’t that terrible.”
“You,” Roger growled, pointing at him with vicious finger. “are a menace to my very existence. You’ve come to undo me and I let you wander in here unimpeded.”
“Sure did.”
“That’s it? That is all you have to say for yourself.”
George paused and cocked his head thoughtfully. “Yup,” He agreed and wandered back towards the kitchen. “By the way, dinner’s done.
Maybe once we'd have seen it during Smackdown!