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Posted: Wed Feb 05, 2014 6:28 pm
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Max laughed as the other left his car. He leaned on the steering wheel to watch him and leaned back against the seat with a smile. This was fun. He was hoping to God now that Alistair wasn't the wolf he'd come to hunt. Even if he was a wolf, he was hoping he wasn't that wolf. He sighed heavily, hands on the key. The ignition started and he drove away, back to the hotel room he was staying in. He'd be there for a few more days before he finally got his apartment.
In those few days, he settled into his job quickly, and bothered Alistair as often as he could. He was an odd ball. Half the time he was a jackass, asking personal questions that were just bizarre. The other half of the time, he was soft and sweet, much like their date night. Speaking of which...
"Hey... go out with me," Max asked, sitting at the booth Alistair was in yet again. Max had been asking him every day since the day after their date. He'd yet to get a yes, but he didn't exactly get a no either.
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Posted: Wed Feb 05, 2014 6:57 pm
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He couldn't help but smile as a set of fingers wiggled in front of his face. Sometimes Max acted like such a child. He glanced up at him, still smiling. He hated to admit it but the guy was growing on him quickly even if he was confusing and frustrating and sometimes asked inappropriate questions. "I'll admit it does sound fun." he said softly, pretending to think about it even though he had already made up his mind. "Alright then, let's go out." he grabbed a napkin and scribbled something down on it in neat, crisp handwriting. "You can pick me up at that address at 6:00, alright?" he purred, "If I see you there early the date's off. Now bugger off, I have a report I need to write up."
It was around 4:30 that afternoon that he realized their date was not going to work out. He'd broken out into a cold sweat when he got home and couldn't hold down his breakfast. It was going to be a bad one this month, he could tell. He rifled through his computer bag, pulling out the scrap of paper with Max's number on it. He dialed when he thought the numbers were, praying he'd got it right.
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Posted: Thu Feb 06, 2014 6:56 pm
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He grumbled as he heard a knock at his door, but answered it anyway. He blinked in confusion as Max stepped in, checking out his house. He was torn between being alarmed and angry, but both meant a headache he didn't need. Instead he sighed, showing the other to his living room and throwing himself into his armchair. "Fine then, it's nice to be pampered every once in a while." he said, "You must be quite the cook." he smiled. It was just chicken noodle soup, but it was the thought that counted.
He didn't let Max stay long though. Once he had finished the bowl of soup and gotten a bit of odd but not unpleasant petting from Max he herded the other out of his house, saying he "needed to get some sleep and didn't want Max in his house while he was so vulnerable." He wouldn't leave his house or see anyone for the next week, even going so far as to close up his blinds and ignoring Max's frequent calls.
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