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“Sounds nice. Must be a pretty cushy life to lead,” Phoenix mused, reaching out to take a cookie, snapping off a small piece and popping it in his mouth. He didn’t usually go for sweets, but they were iced so beautifully that he couldn’t resist a taste. “Are you working much over the Christmas period? Maybe New Years’? I might have to drop by if you are, if only to see what you’re wearing. You look kind of awesome right now, and I have no idea about fashion, but you’re like. The angel on top of the tree or something. Not everybody can wear white.”
The compliments from the other were soaked up like a sponge by Ash, the ego stroke managing to put a smile on his face. He dressed to the nines half for himself and half for the attention, and Phoenix providing him with it was plenty enough to secure his attention. “I do a show at Lips on New Years - I’m sure Lizzie would love to see you,” he damn near purred as he rested a hand on the other’s shoulder. Even if Phoenix didn’t know a thing about his clothing, it was still sweet to see the man take an interest in it either way.Â
















