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."
“I could…if that’s what it’d take,” Grell grinned brightly, wiggling as he pranced his way to Eric’s side, one arm looping around his, clinging to him. “So…where ya want to go? Know of a nice spot where a gent and a lady can go and partake in a little tipple?”
Still, Eric was having none of him affections. He tried to shake him off. ” … I kno’ o’ a few, bu’ I dinnae see any ladies here.”
Grell rolled his eyes, choosing to let the comment slide, “well then, what are we waiting for? Lead the way kind sir…”
With reluctance, Eric escorted Grell out of the building (of course, not before stopping by the break room to clock out). “We’ll walk tae the city,” He grunted, fishing out a carton of cigarettes from his pocket. “Too close tae port there."
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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...