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hugoxvega:

“I can’t remember the book off the top of my head, but if I find it I can send it to you for to read?” Hugo offered with a smile hoping that the other wouldn’t be too upset with him for forgetting the title of the book. He had just read so many over the years that sometimes they all blended together.

“Oh how young is your baby?” Just like every dad in the cul-de-sac it seemed, he missed it when his own son was just a babe. At least they got along better then… “I hope that Russian can forgive us at least.” He chuckled and used this moment to order himself a drink before returning his focus to his new friend.

“Basil, what a lovely name. I am Hugo welcome to the neighborhood. I promise that all of us here can help you if you ever need anything so please do not be afraid to ask.” When his drink came he thanked the bartender and took a sip. “I can get a meeting with the principal, no problem. Is there a day that works for you the best?”

“Oh, I understand completely. Do you have a Goodreads account? I’m so forgetful, it’s excellent to keep track of your books.” Basil internally scolded himself. Asking for another man’s Goodreads account? They hadn’t even gone on a date! He held back a laugh, thinking of how scandalous he was acting. All for a handsome stranger at the bar.

Basil perked up at the question, reaching into his pocket to fish out his phone. “She’s 9 months! 10, soon. Here’s us, just a few days ago. She’s growing like crazy,” Basil leaned forward to show off a selfie of him and Coriander, laying on the messy floor of his living room surrounded by toys.

Smiling, he picked up his drink and sipped at it again. “Thank you, it’s been nice here. Everyone is so friendly. I’m glad I could steal a bit of your attention, Hugo.” Sliding his phone under some papers, Basil tapped his chin. “Well, any day works for me, really. I work from home. Sometimes the bar. Honestly, wherever I can find a moment of peace. I’m so available it’s sad,” he paused, “I mean, time wise. Not, uh, other available. Not that I’m not that one too, I mean- but that’s not what I meant. Oh my god.”

Taking a breath, Basil slid his rum a few inches away from himself. “I swear I’m not drunk. Just a mess, as a constant thing.”

#rp:hugo

ofwillicms:

“oh, interesting! never meet many editors. i’m somewhat of a writer, so i’ll keep you in mind if i ever write a book.” will told the other with a grin, taking a sip from the only drink he was able to grab from the bar. watching the male’s face, he nodded and coughed a bit awkwardly as he slid down in his seat. “stalked is a bit of a harsher word for what’s going on. more like, being hit on to an uncomfortable degree. wish i was, but people are kinda weird nowadays.” laughing, will nodded, hiding behind the papers more. “oof, definitely the fbi. think they’d get to my case in time?” he joked.

“If you write a book, I’ll be waiting for you with open arms!” He laughed, relieved to learn the man wasn’t seriously being stalked. He leaned back, a little more relaxed, part of him sad that he didn’t get to be involved in a gritty stalker case... it could have been a great idea for a story. With that thought, he dug around in his briefcase and pulled out a small notebook to jot down the idea, glancing up at the stranger.

“I’m relieved you’re not in actual danger, but I might write a short story about your potential night of disaster. Glad you aren’t being stalked though, I can drink to not being stalked!” He flipped the notebook closed and grinned. “I’m sad we won’t find out about FBI reaction times. Police dispatch can be real slow, you know? But man, the FBI. I’d like to think they’ve got an agent planted in every mom van, coffee shop, and bar, but it seems not. You’ll just have to deal with me tonight. Call me Agent Lynch, my duty is to keep creeps with no boundaries away from you.” Basil tried to keep a serious face, but ended up breaking into a laugh. “Or just Basil.”