[ Expensive!, is Reggie's first instinctual, outraged reaction as he watches Derek tears his sheets, but then his eyes raise back to Derek's face as the namedrop registers. Reggie's face pales alarmingly, his mouth opening as if to speak, then closing for lack of knowing what to say.
Fuck. Fuck. FuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckFUCK-- it's moments like this when Reggie really wonders why he's the one with a reputation for being a big mouth when he's not the one going around blabbing about things like poorly thought out liaisons (almost?) in the woods. ]
Why the hell-- no, how the hell-- okay, that is not what happened. I wasn't... I didn't even want-- [ Okay, fuck. This isn't working. He puts up a hand, taking a moment to collect his thoughts. ] Look, I already forgot about it. And it's for the best anyway, I do actually like not having lice or whatever the hell it is he's probably infested with.
[ He should explain more, maybe; like he was drunk (true), he was high (true), he was riding on the energy of the show and the night (true), the Goatman creature had put thoughts of their exes in both his and Tate's heads and it genuinely seemed like a good way to help them both un-tense from that... (true), but, explaining himself any further in this case seems vaguely mortifying. So yes: his ego can indeed be a bit fragile.
Reggie bites the corner of his lower lip, then narrows his eyes and sinks down to one knee so he can begin petting Moose to calm him down. ]
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[ Expensive!, is Reggie's first instinctual, outraged reaction as he watches Derek tears his sheets, but then his eyes raise back to Derek's face as the namedrop registers. Reggie's face pales alarmingly, his mouth opening as if to speak, then closing for lack of knowing what to say.
Fuck. Fuck. FuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckFUCK-- it's moments like this when Reggie really wonders why he's the one with a reputation for being a big mouth when he's not the one going around blabbing about things like poorly thought out liaisons (almost?) in the woods. ]
Why the hell-- no, how the hell-- okay, that is not what happened. I wasn't... I didn't even want-- [ Okay, fuck. This isn't working. He puts up a hand, taking a moment to collect his thoughts. ] Look, I already forgot about it. And it's for the best anyway, I do actually like not having lice or whatever the hell it is he's probably infested with.
[ He should explain more, maybe; like he was drunk (true), he was high (true), he was riding on the energy of the show and the night (true), the Goatman creature had put thoughts of their exes in both his and Tate's heads and it genuinely seemed like a good way to help them both un-tense from that... (true), but, explaining himself any further in this case seems vaguely mortifying. So yes: his ego can indeed be a bit fragile.
Reggie bites the corner of his lower lip, then narrows his eyes and sinks down to one knee so he can begin petting Moose to calm him down. ]
What the hell has he been saying?