A/N: Look, a second one! I'm totally going to make this ship sail, just so everyone understands that.
PROMPT - curtesy of my darling sister, who is having this same trouble at the moment. DOWNLOADING A TORRENT
"God damnit!" snaps Zolo, giving the mouse under his hand a harsh click. Too harsh, because it ends up opening two pages instead of one, and for a moment Zolo isn't sure what he should close out because he has too many screens up.
And, of course, the one that he just opened isn't what he's looking for. He thinks. It's mostly white, filled with a lot of small, black print. Only, scattered inbetween the words and letters, are all kinds of dashes and numbers. Things that make no sense to him.
Shouldn't make sense to anyone, he thinks angrily, because numbers shouldn't be in a sentence.
But they are, so Zolo stares at the page long and hard for a few moments. Recognizes the words "encoded", "quality", and "seeder", but doesn't know what to make of the numbers that follow them. So he snorts and gnashes his teeth together and exits the page, because he's pretty sure the damn thing was in French anyway.
Stupid ass torent.
Stupid ass move.
Stupid ass computer.
It's a pretty basic desktop that he's crouched over. A Macintosh, with a lime green keyboard and a matching mouse. The chair Zolo's sitting in is usually pretty comfortable, but he doesn't normally sit in it for more then ten or so minutes to check his email and the current count is passing the three hour mark. Behind him, his apartment is dark with the lights off and the blinds closed. Nothing is moving or playing or making noise.
Just silence - and then he opens another link and suddenly there's music blaring in the living room. It's loud and high-pitched, something with a sickeningly catchy beat and rhyming words. Pop, he figures, and he would turn it off accept exiting the page he just brought up doesn't do anything. It's still playing, louder now, and Zolo has no idea which tab it's coming from.
Letting out an irritated curse, he slaps the mouse down a couple of times. It doesn't make the music stop or the correct link open, but it sure as Hell makes him feel better. At least, it makes him feel better until the front door lets out an unmistakeable click and swings open.
Aside from the pop music, there's silence.
Scowl firmly in place, he uses his foot to spin the chair around and points a finger at the intruder. "Haven't you ever heard of knocking, bastard?"
Franky blinks. Once, twice, three times - and, no, Zolo is still sitting in front of the computer, arms crossed over his chest, wearing a neon yellow tee-shirt and black shorts. Rebecca Black continues to blare out from the speakers, repeating the words "it's Friday" over and over again.
The large man isn't sure whether to laugh and find out what's going on, or just take his pizza and leave. In the end, he settles for cocking an eyebrow and smirking at Zolo. "I would've come over later if I'd known you had other plans, y'know."
Zolo sputters for a moment, then lets his lips twitch down even further. "I can't figure out the damn music's coming from. Get over here and shut it the Hell off, and close the door too! Fuckin' letting all the heat in..."
With a shrug, Franky uses his foot, bare, to close the door. He sets the slightly grease-soaked box of pizza down on the table as he passes, then makes his way over to the corner of the room that Zolo and his desktop are occupying. Zolo pushes himself back around so he's facing the screen and Franky leans over him, underside of his arms brushing the shorter mans shoulders as he reaches for the mouse.
"What're you doing on here?" he asks, slightly surprised. "I didn't think you knew how to do things like this."
Zolo frowns, but doesn't answer. Mainly because he doesn't know how to work torrent sites. Hell, he can barely log into his email account! He and computers just don't get along well, and Zolo's quite content with that. Most of the time. Right now, with Franky easily sifting through the tabs and having no trouble exiting out of the one with music on it, it's just pissing him off.
"There ya go, Zolo-bro." says Franky. He doesn't move from his spot though, instead glancing through the open page. He quirks an eyebrow, smirk softening slightly. "Hey, isn't this that movie I said I wanted to see?"
"How should I know?" snaps Zolo, standing up suddenly and forcing the other man to move his arms. It was, and that was the whole point in trying to download it, but he wasn't about to say that when it hadn't gotten done. Instead he stalks away from the computer and over to the now cooling pizza box. "Just thought it sounded interesting."
Franky smiles and lets out a loud laugh, choosing to join the green-haired man over at the couch rather than say anything. He saw the slight blush, after all, and that was more than enough.