Freddie Baxter (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
thisfaceismine) wrote2016-09-27 10:42 pm
thisfaceismine) wrote2016-09-27 10:42 pm
[9/27] an awkward meeting
If there's one thing Freddie doesn't like about his job at the coffee shop, it's the hours. The hours are shit. Particularly for someone whose recreational time tends to extend quite far into the early hours of the morning.
In truth, Freddie feels he deserves some sort of medal for having called in only a time or two since his start at the shop two months ago. On this particular morning he's not even running late, though that's likely due to the fact that he's not yet slept. The guy he'd brought back left a half an hour ago, giving Freddie enough time to at least wash off the jizz and make himself some toast before heading into work.
He has half the toast in his mouth, in fact, as he's leaving, arms occupied with looping his satchel over his head as he turns to lock the door to his flat.
Early as it is he's not expecting anyone else to be up, but the next door over swings open then to reveal one Alec Lightwood. The one with the tats, the one that's his neighbor's boyfriend.
Freddie bites off a bit of toast, chewing as he tugs the rest free and chews thoughtfully, making no effort to hide his appreciative glance of Alec's person from head to toe. "Sneaking out early, are you?" he asks with a grin. "Not very boyfriendly behaviour, that."
In truth, Freddie feels he deserves some sort of medal for having called in only a time or two since his start at the shop two months ago. On this particular morning he's not even running late, though that's likely due to the fact that he's not yet slept. The guy he'd brought back left a half an hour ago, giving Freddie enough time to at least wash off the jizz and make himself some toast before heading into work.
He has half the toast in his mouth, in fact, as he's leaving, arms occupied with looping his satchel over his head as he turns to lock the door to his flat.
Early as it is he's not expecting anyone else to be up, but the next door over swings open then to reveal one Alec Lightwood. The one with the tats, the one that's his neighbor's boyfriend.
Freddie bites off a bit of toast, chewing as he tugs the rest free and chews thoughtfully, making no effort to hide his appreciative glance of Alec's person from head to toe. "Sneaking out early, are you?" he asks with a grin. "Not very boyfriendly behaviour, that."
no subject
"We'll see," he promises, licking away a few crumbs from his bottom lip with the swipe of his tongue. "'Fraid I can't do much about these thin walls."
And, with that, he turns on his heels, letting his hips sway just that little bit as he jogs down the steps, holding tight to the strap of his bag. All-in-all, it's a decent start to his day. Though a small part of him is already interested in seeing whatever little gift Magnus might leave for him to find in his flat once he gets back.
This could be the start of something great.