12.3. “No, leave it. I'm sure you didn't mean any harm, I'm sure it was just friendly banter, I'm sure you guys have dicks the size of peanuts. Enjoy your dinner, the tuna's really good.”
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Marc hadn't been sure what he was supposed to wear for something like this and ended up opting for some dark jeans and a nice blue form fitting button-up. Harri's BFF knew all about Marc and because he had actually lucked out with the anticipated Easter weekend off (all assuming nothing major broke with his case), there was no hair dye and there were no dark contacts. As he stood and looked at himself in the mirror, James Campbell stared back at him and he sighed softly, shaking his head. He picked up his cigarettes from the dresser and took them out with him to the main space of Harri's apartment. He smoked a lot less these days than he used to, but if he was stressed, he needed one. Meeting Harri's Aiden definitely was what Marc would term 'stressful. Aiden and his partner hadn't arrived yet. Not too early, not late... the guy was probably as punctual as a prune-induced bowel movement.
( He smirked when he found Harri in the kitchen and leant against the counter. “You aren't going to lock away the kitchen knives?” he joked... )
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Marc hadn't been sure what he was supposed to wear for something like this and ended up opting for some dark jeans and a nice blue form fitting button-up. Harri's BFF knew all about Marc and because he had actually lucked out with the anticipated Easter weekend off (all assuming nothing major broke with his case), there was no hair dye and there were no dark contacts. As he stood and looked at himself in the mirror, James Campbell stared back at him and he sighed softly, shaking his head. He picked up his cigarettes from the dresser and took them out with him to the main space of Harri's apartment. He smoked a lot less these days than he used to, but if he was stressed, he needed one. Meeting Harri's Aiden definitely was what Marc would term 'stressful. Aiden and his partner hadn't arrived yet. Not too early, not late... the guy was probably as punctual as a prune-induced bowel movement.
( He smirked when he found Harri in the kitchen and leant against the counter. “You aren't going to lock away the kitchen knives?” he joked... )
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Word Count | 3,601