“612. Got it. Who knows, maybe I’ll actually go on a date one of these days, and I might need to wear something other than jeans and a ratty, off-white t-shirt,” he joked. He could already sense how hard Julian was probably cringing at the thought.
“Yeah, that’s fine, I don’t mind. My box is a little messy, though. Just a heads up, in case you’re a clean freak,” he said. The elevator was fast, and before they knew it, they were walking the corridor of the fourth floor until they got to number twenty four. Anthony pulled his keys out, unlocked the door, and let them in. Immediately, Julian would probably be able to catch the faintest scent of a linen-scented something or other. Febreeze? A wall plug? Either way, it smelled clean and almost homey. The apartment itself was clean, but the bed was unmade, and there was a small pile of clothes on a loveseat against the wall. There were a few cans of half-finished Monster, and a lighter on the coffee table. Against the wall, there was a backpack that had tipped over from where it originally leaned, and two cans of green and purple spray paint peeked out from inside. The apartment was every bit a studio apartment for one, complete with a tiny kitchen, a mini bathroom, and a living area that doubled as a bedroom and had a window overlooking the busy street below.
“Home sweet home,” Anthony said, opening the laundry bag and dumping its contents on the couch on top of the other pile that was there. He took the bag and hung it behind his door. “Let me give you the tour. Here’s my room, living room, kitchen, bathroom,” he said jokingly. “Anndddd we’re done.”
“Well, I know you’re just choosing not to go on dates because you’re handsome. Any app you put yourself on people would love you on. Unless they think you’re a fake or something. And in that case you absolutely have to wear something better than a ratty shirt. No matter what kind of date it is,” Julian laughed.
“I’m not a clean freak,” Julian insisted though he was questioning that in the back of his mind. He’d never seen someone (not in a rush) just willingly shove clean laundry back in their bag. He was preparing himself for the worst so when Anthony opened the door to a merely averagely messy apartment he was instantly relieved. Julian had been waiting for a mouse to scurry over his foot or something equally over dramatic.
“It really isn’t that messy. And it seems both of our places are equally kinda cruddy so I don’t feel so bad about the quality of mine,” he admitted to the other man.
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