King Regnant Posted December 1, 2014 Share Posted December 1, 2014 If there was one that that would always ring true, it was that Connor was never the type to be late for anything. The man was very punctual and anyone involved in his life tended to realize he expected the same curtest. He stared at his phone for a few seconds, grumbling to himself. He was impatient and he knew it. Ever since he was young, his mother told him that he needed to learn to be patient.. but that wasn't going to ever be on his to go list. Things never got done that way. To: Add - Where are you? You're late. He sent the text before tossing his phone onto his kitchen tablet and frowning. His gaze swept over his apartment, which had been partially cleaned just for the occasion. Connor wasn't the type to impress someone that would come over to his place, especially not someone that he was casually fucking.. but he knew there was always the off chance that they could end up breaking something or making a bigger mess if precautions weren't made. It had already happened in the past. A sigh escaped his lips as Connor ran his fingers through his dull red colored hair and his body leaned against the counter. He reached into a pack of cigarettes that lingered near by and stuck a cancerstick between his lips. A cloud of smoke exhaled from his nose as as he lit it and a hum of satisfaction rumbled in his chest.. His eyes went to the clock once more and his frown returned. Addison was definitely late. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Chyze Posted December 1, 2014 Share Posted December 1, 2014 Addison Reyes couldn't have been more mortified. The cab had broken down halfway to Connor's house, and he knew he would be in for it... as soon as he managed to get there. Running in skinny jeans wasn't an easy feat, after all. And the entire time he ran, he swore. And he knew that his mother would be rolling in her grave if she heard him, and he also knew that she would yank on his ear and tell him just why he should stop swearing. But, thankfully, the woman wasn't here. So he ran, and swore, and stumbled about, trying to remember where exactly Connor's house was and what it looked like, and if it was the one he had passed probably over four times already. "Fuck," he muttered under his breath, his chest heaving uncomfortably as he finally stopped and looked around, pushing a long strand of almost-black hair off his forehead and pushing his glasses up his nose. Only now did he feel his phone vibrating furiously in his pocket, and feel his heart sink... "Shit." He fumbled about for the little device, eventually managing to drag it from his distressed skinnies and turning it on. The text he found there made his heart sink just a little further. "Oh sweet mother of Jesus, I'm fucked." He grumbled, plopping down onto the curb and watching a car roll past before typing out a swift reply, To: Connor- God damned taxi broke down, I'm on your street but what does your house look like?? Can't remember He sent the text, huffed to himself, and then dropped his head down to rest against his knees, tugging his hair out of it's low ponytail and running his fingers through it as he waited for the other to reply... And while he waited, he swore some more for the sake of it. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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