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Mira-Charma13
The Almighty Tallest
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10-13-2014, 03:24 AM
The Royce brothers were loaded. It was common knowledge around campus. But, of course, Bran conveniently neglected to reveal his last name to Matthew. He hated being known simply as a rich kid. Half of the girls that flocked to him only lingered around because he had money to his name. It was why he preferred to date people who lived outside of town. The well-to-do reputation of the Royce brothers wasn't well-known outside of this town. They could probably weasel enough money out of their father to afford the apartment on their own, but probably wasn't a definite term.
If they didn't cough up the money, they would be out on the street. Probably just wasn't going to cut it.
Bran did flash the other a charming smile when he commented on his myriad of various tattoos and piercings. He had a special place in his heart for both tattoos and piercings--in fact, he often tattooed and pierced people for a fee. Some of the university students deliberately sought him out instead of going to a tattoo parlor. He was rumored to be quite skilled, and he didn't charge people an arm and a leg for the work.
Just a few seconds after Matthew turned and started walking away, Bran had his Samsung Galaxy up to his ear. "...Hey, Ed." He paced back and forth, looking excited. Neither of them had been expecting to get a genuine offer so quickly. "I got something. This guy and his brother need a place. They're willing to help with the rent." The person on the other line must have had a quiet voice, because even at a close distance the words he spoke couldn't be made out. "Yeah, they're good with animals. They'll be dropping by at six for dinner. Can you whip up something that doesn't include seafood?" Another pause. "...Nope, not my request this time. This guy doesn't like seafood."
He practically strutted out to the parking lot as he continued his conversation, but hung up just before leaving the campus...on his prized Harley.
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Bran hadn't been kidding when he claimed he and his brother rented a high-end apartment. It was situated in a sprawling complex of modern penthouse apartments, and it was also on the fifth floor. Barely a second after the knock at the door, the barking of dogs erupted on the other side, rapidly drawing closer. One voice was loud and low. The other was softer and more high-pitched. Three seconds after the barking began, a familiar voice interrupted it. "Oi! Come on, boys! Get back!" The door opened just a moment later, and Bran stuck his head through the crack. "Come on in. I've got them."
'They' were two very different dogs, and Bran had them both by their collars. One was a tall, muscular, fearsome-looking Doberman Pinscher. The other was a stout, chubby, cheerful-looking Pembroke Welsh Corgi. Both sniffed curiously at the visitors, but Bran held them back just in case things went sour. The inside of the apartment was spacious and modern--the front door opened into the combined living room and kitchen.
The kitchen sat at the far left end of the room, and it was also fairly large, and covered in shiny black tile. Standing in front of the oven, stirring a lovely-smelling pot vigorously, was the other half of the infamous Royce Brothers. He was the exact same height, skin tone, eye color, and build as Bran, but he had strawberry blonde hair tied in a messy ponytail. He also sported glasses. He looked undeniably plain compared to his inked and pierced brother. Strangely enough, he didn't even acknowledge the two visitors at the door--he just kept on cooking.
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