Post by Lori on Oct 30, 2016 0:01:58 GMT
Chase's face fell. "Dude...a little faith, huh?" he asked. But he supposed that was too much to ask for. It was obvious Clint was the brains of every operation anyway. He couldn't help but scoff and Clint's thought. "Wyatt? Jumpy? Somehow those two in one sentence just don't sound right. What would Wyatt Prescott of all people, the princess of red hair except for Amy Adams, be jumpy about anything?" Somehow it just didn't seem right to Chase. Then again, he wasn't sure if he pictured Wyatt as a risk taker specifically. Still, any form of nervousness seemed like it had every place somewhere on Metric's campus except within like, twelve inches of Wyatt. Still, Chase listened as Clint emphasized how much legit trust meant to him coming from Wyatt. Chase rubbed his chin and squinted, trying to take into account his bro's explanation. But Chase couldn't exactly hold a straight face for long. "It's like you're trying to tell me something, I just know it," he chuckled.
Really though, he did get it. Sort of. Wyatt was a chick who Clint fawned over forever. Or, at least it felt like forever. So for her to actually trust Clint with serious stuff was...well, serious stuff. But Chase was sure his bro knew he knew that. Chase ended up just shaking his head and chuckling lightly at Clint's certainty. "Dude the day you screw over an oven is definitely the day this place burns down. Which is never. C'mon bro, you know I was saying that to make a point. I don't really think the dorm's gonna catch fire or something."
When Clint said he was going to change Chase couldn't help but lick his lips and glance to the cooking food from the corner of his eye. "Yeah. Sure. I'll watch it real good..." The second Clint turned his back, Chase took a step towards the pot. Then, in the next second as if Clint knew exactly what Chase was planning, told him not to touch anything. Chase threw his head back with exasperation. "But it smells so good! And no one appreciates your cooking more than me, who can't cook to save his life!" Except for when Wyatt would fall madly in love with Clint and love everything he made, but Chase decided not to say that part out loud. "Dude, does torturing me help give you confidence somehow or make you feel better?" he couldn't help but call. "Cause then I have no idea how you made it through the summer!"
Really though, he did get it. Sort of. Wyatt was a chick who Clint fawned over forever. Or, at least it felt like forever. So for her to actually trust Clint with serious stuff was...well, serious stuff. But Chase was sure his bro knew he knew that. Chase ended up just shaking his head and chuckling lightly at Clint's certainty. "Dude the day you screw over an oven is definitely the day this place burns down. Which is never. C'mon bro, you know I was saying that to make a point. I don't really think the dorm's gonna catch fire or something."
When Clint said he was going to change Chase couldn't help but lick his lips and glance to the cooking food from the corner of his eye. "Yeah. Sure. I'll watch it real good..." The second Clint turned his back, Chase took a step towards the pot. Then, in the next second as if Clint knew exactly what Chase was planning, told him not to touch anything. Chase threw his head back with exasperation. "But it smells so good! And no one appreciates your cooking more than me, who can't cook to save his life!" Except for when Wyatt would fall madly in love with Clint and love everything he made, but Chase decided not to say that part out loud. "Dude, does torturing me help give you confidence somehow or make you feel better?" he couldn't help but call. "Cause then I have no idea how you made it through the summer!"