if i can stay your friend and still get this treatment, i'll take it.
hell yes. see you then.
[He was relaxing in his underwear, but he'll throw some clothes on. Not because he hasn't seen him like that, but just to be polite. His mamas always taught him to be dressed and ready to meet a visitor. He slips on some sweat pants and a t-shirt and lounges on his bed, surfing the network while he waits for him.]
[ As promised, Blake arrives twenty minutes later. He's gotten good at gauging the time it takes to get from one point to another. Hell, he doesn't even have to wait for the lift, which feels fortunate enough.
At the door, he sends another text (a simple knock, knock), not possessing what it takes to open the door of his own accord.
In hand, he has several plastic containers, and he's still dressed in his jumpsuit, looking worn but not necessarily tired. Mostly, he's used to these long shifts, but sometimes the days seem extra long.] ]
[ As if to illustrate that fact, he pulls it from his pocket and shows it off. Which is to say, no, he really can't stay and bang. Sorry, dude, but you can always call back when there isn't a busy signal. ]
'Nother late night, anyway. You could come by for breakfast?
[ He means that legitimately, not in the sexy way. But if Travis shows early enough, it could be both. ]
[Travis nods at the phone statement. He's surprised by the breakfast offer, though, having took it as outright rejection. Because 'busy' = 'I don't want to see you' in Travis' stupid head. His eyes widen a little before his lips quirk up, trying to hide his surprise.]
Breakfast breakfast? Or breakfast - [And here he's waggling his eyebrows.] - breakfast?
Ten? [He makes a face.] Hmm... I can stop being a lazy-ass and see you at 8? Waking up earlier than noon is only worth it if you're getting laid or paid.
[ Blake smirks. If only Travis had known him back home, where he consistently worked double-shirts because he had nothing better to do. Or even when he was in Wonderland and up at 5 AM to train. Comparatively speaking, John's schedule on Tranquility is nearest to lazy as he's been since he was a teen. ]
Make it 7:30 an' we can take a nap.
[ That seems like a decent enough compromise, right? ]
[Goddamn, man. Travis would really think he was a workaholic. He grins, moving over to him.] Okay, 7:30, then.
[He stops just short of being close to him, chewing on his bottom lip for a second before asking] Is it weird to kiss your fuckbuddy when you're not fucking? Because I think you deserve a kiss for bringing me food.
It's weird if you make it weird, I guess. [ Blake shrugs. He's not really the kind of guy that thanks a person with a kiss, but he doesn't particularly see any harm in it, either. ] We did just schedule sex, so...
[ He leans in and closes almost all of the rest of the distance, just shy of lip-brushing and clearly amused. ]
[Oh no how is he so charming. He rolls his eyes, trying not to look amused.] Right, because I was planning on doing that. [He closes the distance, kissing him somewhere between softly and 'I can't wait for tomorrow' pressure.
He pulls away, leaning back out of his space.] Go work your hot ass off. I'll see you tomorrow.
[ He laughs, shaking his head at Travis. If this guy's not tied down by now, Blake reckons he must be allergic to commitment, because he's obviously relationship material. If Blake were interested in that sort of thing, he'd probably be swept right off his feet or something. ]
Tomorrow. Sounds great. Enjoy dinner, yeah?
[ And then he offers a wave and heads back out. But is that a bounce in his step? Nah, couldn't be... ]
[So sometime after the matches go out but before the speed dating evening because her mun is both lazy and busy, Heather decides to do a little investigating. From a quiet spot in the upper levels of the gardens where everything's all green, she's trying to look friendly and open and all you-can-tell-me-anything rather than like she's checking up on this guy before she decides to tell William what she did.]
[He frowns at his device, confused, before turning the video on and responding. He gives her a polite smile.] Hey, yeah. That's my name. What can I do for you?
[He looks amused but confused until she starts asking questions.] You... must have signed up someone that I got matched with.
[He smiles, and this time, it seems genuine and friendly, if not a little amused.] Right. No mess, no drama.
[He thinks about leaving it there, but decides to add-] ...Well, I mean, if you want to be extra sure I'm going to bang your boy and not his heart, you should know I'm super afraid of commitment.
[Oh no, that smile. He's pretty. He's really pretty. That's... could be dangerous? Could, also, be awesome.]
Ding ding ding! Give that boy a coconut. I signed up William Tsang. I'm just here to make sure you aren't as much of an ass as your gorgeous face would suggest, you know?
So no commitment - how are you with enthusiasm? Like, puppy enthusiasm. The excited, happy kind, not the pissing in your shoes kind.
William, huh? He's hoooooot. ['Hot' is drawn-out and in a sing-songy voice. He frowns at the ass part.]
That's just rude. Like judging a book by its cover. [But it's obvious he's kidding. He shakes his head, amused.] Nah, I get it. I'd do the same for my buddy.
And enthusiasm is cute. [He licks his bottom lip absently.] So, he's puppy enthusiastic, hot as hell, and wanting casual hook-ups. I'm sold.
[Appreciates William's hotness, is good to his friends, has a sense of humor. Octavia's getting a fruit basket sometime in the near future, probably. She grins, playing along, and maybe a little bit appreciating the slide of his tongue over his lip. It doesn't hurt to look.]
Hey, my Dad's an author. Sometimes the cover's misleading, sometimes it tells you exactly what you're getting. And friends don't let friend check out crappy books, right? But I'm thinking you're a stamp I want on his library card. Nice to meet you, Travis. I'm Heather.
[ It's late in the evening when Blake texts. He's been off work a couple hours if he's running on his usual schedule, which Travis may or not have made note of. ]
[ No surprise, John's already there. He isn't sitting, instead lingering on his feet with his hands in his pockets, probably just halting a pace at the appearance of Travis. ]
Hey. Thanks for comin'. Thought we'd just—
[ He tips his head in the direction of a warn path. ]
[ There's a slight pause as Blake processes the unexpected reaction — or lack thereof — but then again, it's late and it's not like Blake sent up serious warning signs or anything like that. ]
Guess I just needed to get out a bit. Room was startin' to feel a bit like a prison cell, that's all.
[ Or maybe he'd just been spending more time there than usual. Either way, John's clearly not a fan. ]
[ Two decorated hand-decorated packages are left outside Travis' door on the 14th.
The flimsy box on the top, wrapped in brown paper and covered in black stars, contains a birthday cake baked in a mug. In addition to this, there's a single blue birthday candle as well as a red Bic lighter.
The bottom box is decorated in white paper with a very carefully patterned rendition of a ram's head across its surface. Inside is a wooden box. Nothing special, but nice enough. Probably hand made, although there'll be no indication by whose hand it was made.
Inside the box is a note that simply reads "Happy Birthday, Travis" in a messy hand. ]
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Date: 2015-03-10 05:41 am (UTC)If you get this in time, I can bring you dinner on my way to comms. It just needs reheated. Makes a decent lunch the next day, too.
[ But really, Blake, who eats this late? ]
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Date: 2015-03-10 05:55 am (UTC)[Travis loves all food no matter what time of day.]
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Date: 2015-03-10 06:10 am (UTC)[ But that is a convenient fact to use for evil purposes, thank you. A decent chef with a good bribe can do wonders. ]
See you in 20?
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Date: 2015-03-10 06:17 am (UTC)hell yes. see you then.
[He was relaxing in his underwear, but he'll throw some clothes on. Not because he hasn't seen him like that, but just to be polite. His mamas always taught him to be dressed and ready to meet a visitor. He slips on some sweat pants and a t-shirt and lounges on his bed, surfing the network while he waits for him.]
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Date: 2015-03-10 06:23 am (UTC)At the door, he sends another text (a simple knock, knock), not possessing what it takes to open the door of his own accord.
In hand, he has several plastic containers, and he's still dressed in his jumpsuit, looking worn but not necessarily tired. Mostly, he's used to these long shifts, but sometimes the days seem extra long.] ]
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Date: 2015-03-10 06:28 am (UTC)action;
Date: 2015-03-10 06:33 am (UTC)[ But he probably really means a minute, even if he doesn't look at a clock to make sure. Stepping inside, he offers out the food. ]
Real food made by human hands. Brought some for your pals, too.
[ He means Wes and Hudson, of course. ]
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Date: 2015-03-10 06:44 am (UTC)[He sets the food down on the table, looking back up at him.] You can really only stay a minute? I've thought about texting you...
[Code for: You really can't stay and bang?]
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Date: 2015-03-10 06:59 am (UTC)[ As if to illustrate that fact, he pulls it from his pocket and shows it off. Which is to say, no, he really can't stay and bang. Sorry, dude, but you can always call back when there isn't a busy signal. ]
'Nother late night, anyway. You could come by for breakfast?
[ He means that legitimately, not in the sexy way. But if Travis shows early enough, it could be both. ]
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Date: 2015-03-10 10:04 pm (UTC)Breakfast breakfast? Or breakfast - [And here he's waggling his eyebrows.] - breakfast?
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Date: 2015-03-10 10:54 pm (UTC)[ If that doesn't give him ample time to come around, Blake doesn't know if he's really the morning sex person he says he is. ]
Just lemme know.
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Date: 2015-03-10 11:02 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2015-03-11 01:49 am (UTC)Make it 7:30 an' we can take a nap.
[ That seems like a decent enough compromise, right? ]
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Date: 2015-03-11 02:07 am (UTC)[He stops just short of being close to him, chewing on his bottom lip for a second before asking] Is it weird to kiss your fuckbuddy when you're not fucking? Because I think you deserve a kiss for bringing me food.
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Date: 2015-03-11 02:29 am (UTC)[ He leans in and closes almost all of the rest of the distance, just shy of lip-brushing and clearly amused. ]
Don't make it weird. I gotta go.
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Date: 2015-03-11 02:42 am (UTC)He pulls away, leaning back out of his space.] Go work your hot ass off. I'll see you tomorrow.
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Date: 2015-03-11 03:12 am (UTC)Tomorrow. Sounds great. Enjoy dinner, yeah?
[ And then he offers a wave and heads back out. But is that a bounce in his step? Nah, couldn't be... ]
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Date: 2015-03-11 03:37 am (UTC)Thanks, man.
[He smiles at the wave and watches him walk away for a few seconds, grinning to himself. He'll just go heat up that food now...]
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Date: 2015-03-20 05:41 pm (UTC)Hey! Travis, right?
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Date: 2015-03-21 06:22 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2015-03-21 06:30 am (UTC)You... signed up for the dating thing?
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Date: 2015-03-21 06:38 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2015-03-21 07:04 am (UTC)So if I read your profile right you're just after casual hookups? No mess, no drama?
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Date: 2015-03-21 07:18 am (UTC)[He smiles, and this time, it seems genuine and friendly, if not a little amused.] Right. No mess, no drama.
[He thinks about leaving it there, but decides to add-] ...Well, I mean, if you want to be extra sure I'm going to bang your boy and not his heart, you should know I'm super afraid of commitment.
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Date: 2015-03-21 07:30 am (UTC)Ding ding ding! Give that boy a coconut. I signed up William Tsang. I'm just here to make sure you aren't as much of an ass as your gorgeous face would suggest, you know?
So no commitment - how are you with enthusiasm? Like, puppy enthusiasm. The excited, happy kind, not the pissing in your shoes kind.
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Date: 2015-03-21 07:41 am (UTC)That's just rude. Like judging a book by its cover. [But it's obvious he's kidding. He shakes his head, amused.] Nah, I get it. I'd do the same for my buddy.
And enthusiasm is cute. [He licks his bottom lip absently.] So, he's puppy enthusiastic, hot as hell, and wanting casual hook-ups. I'm sold.
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Date: 2015-03-21 07:57 am (UTC)Hey, my Dad's an author. Sometimes the cover's misleading, sometimes it tells you exactly what you're getting. And friends don't let friend check out crappy books, right? But I'm thinking you're a stamp I want on his library card. Nice to meet you, Travis. I'm Heather.
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Date: 2015-03-22 03:45 am (UTC)[Okay enough with the metaphor but he's still smiling.]
It's nice to meet you, too, Heather. I can respect a person looking out for their friend... wait, Heather? Didn't you just get married or somethin'?
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Date: 2015-04-07 05:08 am (UTC)Hey, are you still up?
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Date: 2015-04-07 05:34 am (UTC)yeah. sup
[It's not as... concerned as Travis would normally be.]
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Date: 2015-04-07 06:03 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2015-04-07 06:17 am (UTC)[Being soulless means staying in bed all day with zero regrets.]
where should i meet u?
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Date: 2015-04-07 06:41 am (UTC)Oxygen gardens. The bench is a good starting point.
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Date: 2015-04-07 06:58 am (UTC)[And after a few minutes, he heads down for the gardens. He heads for the bench, looking for Blake.]
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Date: 2015-04-07 07:31 am (UTC)Hey. Thanks for comin'. Thought we'd just—
[ He tips his head in the direction of a warn path. ]
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Date: 2015-04-07 07:40 am (UTC)What's up?
[His emotions say he cares, but he doesn't put as much care into the question, not sugarcoating it with a joke like usual.]
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Date: 2015-04-07 07:47 am (UTC)Guess I just needed to get out a bit. Room was startin' to feel a bit like a prison cell, that's all.
[ Or maybe he'd just been spending more time there than usual. Either way, John's clearly not a fan. ]
You been okay? You an' yours?
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Date: 2015-04-07 08:40 am (UTC)[He nods.]
I'm fine. Wes seems pissed but- [He shrugs.] You?
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Date: 2015-04-08 03:33 am (UTC)Pissed? Why?
[ Because he can't not ask. ]
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Date: 2015-04-15 03:35 am (UTC)The flimsy box on the top, wrapped in brown paper and covered in black stars, contains a birthday cake baked in a mug. In addition to this, there's a single blue birthday candle as well as a red Bic lighter.
The bottom box is decorated in white paper with a very carefully patterned rendition of a ram's head across its surface. Inside is a wooden box. Nothing special, but nice enough. Probably hand made, although there'll be no indication by whose hand it was made.
Inside the box is a note that simply reads "Happy Birthday, Travis" in a messy hand. ]