A Hate-Love Relationship || TypeTharn

13: A Needless War of Pranks #2

He was irritated at this turn of events, angry at himself (and Aom) for spoiling yet another carefully thought-out strategy. Tharn was supposed to be mad and upset, not getting along on with his stupid friends like a house on fire. Of course, there's a startling second when he first dropped by, reeking of a cornered animal vibes that Type believed his scheme is a resounding success. Whatever it was that had Tharn looking like that- it passed pretty soon and now he has the gall to freaking taunt Type? The audacity!

Type barely reaches the stairs when he hears the tell-tale sound of footsteps after him. A quick glimpse confirms his suspicions. Shia. He couldn't even get some fresh air without Tharn trailing after him like a ghost or a big, clingy puppy nipping at his heels. Increases his pace and basically storming away at this point, unhappy regarding the conversation he will be forced to put up with that git soon. Tharn catches up to him near the dorm's lobby but has the sense to wait till they're clear of the auntie at the counter and P'Klui. Finally calls out his name as they reach the open area, the cool breeze a pleasant respite from the stifling heat.

"Type, we need to talk." He rolls his eyes, uncaring for what the other has to say. "You're so immature." Now that stops him in his tracks. This little shit.

Type turns around to face Tharn, resigned to get this over with. He's known this was bound to happen sooner or later. Also figures - a similar conviction pushing for his patience - while Tharn might whine and rant at the shitty move he pulled, there ain't gonna be any major backlash from the subservient guy. Type had made enough notes through his experiments to figure this by now. Tharn might not be much of a doormat, but he sure as hell isn't an exceptional threat either. A smart mouth with brains to back his witty words, sure. But also, a goddamn lightweight when it comes to physical brawls. Tharn's keen reluctance to shy away each time they get close to using fists only reinstates this key detail. He sighs, waiting out the previously eager chatterbox to start talking.

Tharn's big crescent eyes gleam under the mop of his bangs, the sharp edge of a knife under moonlight. "Do you think you can get rid of me with your childish plan?"

"If my plan didn't work, you wouldn't be here, picking a fight with me." Type somehow remains cool. The earlier ire swept away like the dust on Bangkok roads by the swirling evening winds. He senses rather than sees Tharn clutch at his last shreds of tolerance. Could hear the underlying frustration and a strangely familiar tenor peeking through this faux confidence.

"Do you seriously think I'll give up just because you have your friends over?"

"Looks like that way to me." Type deadpans. He might be shooting arrows in the dark at present, but Tharn didn't have to know that. Pulls the trigger knowing full well it's a blank. "I should've told them you're gay. I'd love to see their reactions to your real identity."

A flash of hurt and something else fills Tharn's expressive face before disappearing just as rapidly into thin air. His pink lips thin into a grimace and then suddenly curls in sync with the intense look lighting his already alluring eyes. A prolonged beat of silence stretches, and Type can almost see gears turning inside his pretty head. He blinks, wary and in the next second Tharn's goddamn smirk deepens. Type had both fond memories and an entire category of nightmares dedicated to those devastating twist of lips. And sure enough, that sinful action is followed by a very disturbing declaration. "Go ahead. I also want to see their reactions ... when they find out you've been living with a gay roommate all this time."

Panic shoots through his spine. Type wasn't sure which part of the statement he should focus on first. Whether it's the notion his friends will suspect him of entertaining a similar nature or that bold insinuation (threat?) Type might be more than roommates with Tharn. He growls, but it comes across as desperate rather than livid much to his chagrin. "My friends won't fall for that bullshit. I'm not gay like you, jerk. And I'll never be!"