Melanin-Gxdess
Give up on your dreams and die.
The Royal Taphouse
~Bethnal Green, London~
Erik Snowden
At the mention of settling down, Erik just grinned at his friend. Little did the man know it was him he wanted to settle with but he couldn't tell him that just yet. "Why would I? I wouldn't be able to do have the things I do nor half the people." He joked. "Shit, you caught me. If you go out and get a girlfriend or something who the hell am I going to bother? Besides, you'll get a curfew and things of that nature and I'd never see you." Erik thought about it from time to time - what would happen if Billy went and started dating someone. He didn't appreciate the thoughts but he did recognize that it could be a possibility one day. It honestly stung a bit to think about him with someone else. He hadn't been the jealous type in the past but things could be different.
Erik would have to be blind not to see the look Billy was giving him. Apparently, his eidetic memory had been an impressive skill; so impressive that Billy looked at him in awe. It was enough to make Erik a bit nervous and unsure of what to do next. He suddenly became self-conscious about what to do with his hands and kept fidgeting with them. "Ah, what can I say? I'm a jack of all trades." There were plenty of things Erik was willing to share with the man - his favorite places to go, favorite movies, and the like - but the only things he wouldn't share would be his life in New York. In the past two years, he had managed not to tell Billy or anyone else much about his past. All anyone really knew was that he was from New York and his cousin was married to Marcus Moretti. In his opinion, it was all they really needed to know. At the mention of Mary, he chuckled. "I'm sure she'd prefer to have with the both of us. You saw the way she stared." He gave him a playful nudge before shaking his head.
"I wouldn't say you gotta watch your back, but just remembered that you offered." At the mention of his hands, he remembered that he was still soaking wet. His clothes started drying but just barely. "Oh, and why the hell do you think that is? Making me walk in the rain in this jacket while you're all prepared." He frowned at him as he felt the annoyance growing once more. It wasn't Billy he was upset with, but mother nature. Billy offered to take him home and give him some dry clothes to which Erik agreed. The night was still young and he wasn't ready to go home just yet.
Arriving at Spencer's home, Erik was relieved. He wouldn't have to be in these wet clothes for too much longer. He punched Billy's shoulder lightly when he called Erik an idiot. "Wasn't my fault the weathermen are scammers. Piece of shit said light rain, not heavy as fuck." He said giving her a smile. "You are a saint Shona!" As much as he wanted to hug her he knew to do so would probably end badly for him - seeing as she was nice and dry and he was not. Erik hadn't even noticed Shona's friend, seeing as he was focused on his wet clothes again. Hearing Billy address her he craned his neck to see who he was talking to before giving her a little wave as he was ushered from the room and upstairs.
Feeling Billy begin to dry off his hair he started swatting his hands away. "You're going to ruin the pattern, you little shit!" He stated, combing his fingers through his curls. "There's an order, alright?" He paused playing in his hair to finally peel off the wet clothes from his skin. The moment he had he felt his body warming up as he patted his torse dry. The moment Billy handed him the shirt, he reached out for it and made sure to have their fingers meet. It may have been subtle, nothing to write home about, but Erik couldn't fight the urge to touch him. He moved on to the pants trying to figure out if they would fit or not. Erik just shrugged his shoulders before removing his own wet jeans. He stood for a moment in only his underwear while he worked to dry off his entire body. Just as he was about to put on his shirt, Billy began to tease him and whip the towel at him. Erik stood with his arms crossed while shaking his head. "If you wanted to see me in only my boxers we could've gone to my place." His tone was teasing, knowing it would take Billy off-guard as that was the point.
Billy ( Pyroclast )
~Bethnal Green, London~
Erik Snowden
Erik would have to be blind not to see the look Billy was giving him. Apparently, his eidetic memory had been an impressive skill; so impressive that Billy looked at him in awe. It was enough to make Erik a bit nervous and unsure of what to do next. He suddenly became self-conscious about what to do with his hands and kept fidgeting with them. "Ah, what can I say? I'm a jack of all trades." There were plenty of things Erik was willing to share with the man - his favorite places to go, favorite movies, and the like - but the only things he wouldn't share would be his life in New York. In the past two years, he had managed not to tell Billy or anyone else much about his past. All anyone really knew was that he was from New York and his cousin was married to Marcus Moretti. In his opinion, it was all they really needed to know. At the mention of Mary, he chuckled. "I'm sure she'd prefer to have with the both of us. You saw the way she stared." He gave him a playful nudge before shaking his head.
"I wouldn't say you gotta watch your back, but just remembered that you offered." At the mention of his hands, he remembered that he was still soaking wet. His clothes started drying but just barely. "Oh, and why the hell do you think that is? Making me walk in the rain in this jacket while you're all prepared." He frowned at him as he felt the annoyance growing once more. It wasn't Billy he was upset with, but mother nature. Billy offered to take him home and give him some dry clothes to which Erik agreed. The night was still young and he wasn't ready to go home just yet.
Arriving at Spencer's home, Erik was relieved. He wouldn't have to be in these wet clothes for too much longer. He punched Billy's shoulder lightly when he called Erik an idiot. "Wasn't my fault the weathermen are scammers. Piece of shit said light rain, not heavy as fuck." He said giving her a smile. "You are a saint Shona!" As much as he wanted to hug her he knew to do so would probably end badly for him - seeing as she was nice and dry and he was not. Erik hadn't even noticed Shona's friend, seeing as he was focused on his wet clothes again. Hearing Billy address her he craned his neck to see who he was talking to before giving her a little wave as he was ushered from the room and upstairs.
Feeling Billy begin to dry off his hair he started swatting his hands away. "You're going to ruin the pattern, you little shit!" He stated, combing his fingers through his curls. "There's an order, alright?" He paused playing in his hair to finally peel off the wet clothes from his skin. The moment he had he felt his body warming up as he patted his torse dry. The moment Billy handed him the shirt, he reached out for it and made sure to have their fingers meet. It may have been subtle, nothing to write home about, but Erik couldn't fight the urge to touch him. He moved on to the pants trying to figure out if they would fit or not. Erik just shrugged his shoulders before removing his own wet jeans. He stood for a moment in only his underwear while he worked to dry off his entire body. Just as he was about to put on his shirt, Billy began to tease him and whip the towel at him. Erik stood with his arms crossed while shaking his head. "If you wanted to see me in only my boxers we could've gone to my place." His tone was teasing, knowing it would take Billy off-guard as that was the point.
Billy ( Pyroclast )