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."
“ … 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.
Grell gave an ‘oof’ as the air was knocked out of him, stumbling back slightly from the other, “aww come on Eric, we could go grab a drink…” He sing songed once he had his breath back. “It could be fun…”
If there was one way to get a Scotsman’s attention, that was it. Eric turned his gaze on him, a brow perked. “… Is that yer way o’ offerin’ to buy me a round?” He’d never say no to a free bevvy.
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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...