These two make me sick. Can be seen as friendship or more, oh boy!
The Radio Waves Hate Productivity
"I think his enthusiasm is one of the reasons I admire him... But that passion makes him easily excitable."
Another plate crashed to the ground, made out of material just durable enough to resist fully shattering on impact. Randall swiftly snatched the plate up from the floor and fingered the newly formed chip along the edge while glancing around the room. He stopped once his eyes met those of another, a gaze that held just enough amusement in it to counteract the exasperation threatening to take over.
"Should I turn the radio off, Randall? If the news is distracting you..."
Jolting forward just slightly, Randall was quick to assure his friend, "No, no, it's not being distracting at all!"
Hershel's smile was crooked, filled with fondness. "Yes, okay then. Well, please finish putting the dry tableware away – the sooner you do, the faster we will be able to accompany Angela and Henry to the theater."
Hershel turned away to finish wiping down the table the two had just finished eating at. Randall's enthusiasm that night had evolved into loud exclamations and wide gestures which had, in turn, led to food flinging. He absently combed a hand through his bushy hair, dragging the last few strands of stray spaghetti with it. He disposed of them with a grimace before glancing at an old innocent-looking radio on a nearby shelf. Some grand discovery had been made in the archaeological field recently and was quite popular talk on the news stations. It was all Hershel could do to keep his redheaded friend from packing his things and running off to join in the expedition. They were in their fourth year of college – one they had all promised to spend together preparing for what was to come next in their lives.
The sound of another dish hitting the floor jolted Hershel out of his thoughts. He turned in time to see Randall quickly grabbing the slightly cracked plate up in hopes of his error going unnoticed. He did a poor job of it, paying more attention to the radio than Hershel's reaction.
The brunet sighed before moving toward the sink to help his redheaded roommate. He hoped the movie later that day would be enough of a distraction for his friend, lest Hershel wind up with popcorn snagged in his hair for the duration of the night.
