Send me a ♮ for my muse’s reaction to yours coming up from behind and wrapping their arms around mine’s waist.
“Oy, Sutcliff. Wha’ d’ye think yer doin’?” Eric made no move to pry her off, but he shot an irritated glare over his shoulder. “Le’ go."
“Buts it’s cold…and you look warm. What you doing anyway?” He continued to cling, making no attempt to let go as requested.
“ … Guh.” Eric narrowed his eyes slightly at him. He really didn’t have the patience to humor Grell today. " … Jus’ on m’ way tae clock out for th’ day. An’ then I’m goin’ home – alone.“ With that, he gave a sharp thrust of his arm toward the other man’s midsection to shove him away.
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“Fine, fine,” he murmured, walking cuddled to Eric’s side trying to stave off the cold. “So darling, how have you been?...
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With reluctance, Eric escorted Grell out of the building (of course, not before stopping by the break room to clock...
