Feb 1, 2017 | Charlie Hunnam spotted arriving at Heathrow Airport off a flight from Los Angeles (x)
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Feb 1, 2017 | Charlie Hunnam spotted arriving at Heathrow Airport off a flight from Los Angeles (x)
meurtriier:
a lesser ( read: wiser ) man might hear the threat of a highly trained ASSASSIN and reconsider his plans for a mid-evening nap. but mats knows better recognizes that chuckle for what it really is. && it’s with a quiet chuckle of his own that he’s tucking his head back against the soft-worn denim he’s CLAIMED as his pillow for the evening. the potent mix of exhaustion, warmth, and c o n t a c t has him settling quickly.
he’s never been very GOOD at staying still, but there are exceptions to every rule. && well, he’s laying on one.
“ ouais, ouais … VERY scary. this is my scared face. ” the yawn is unintentional, but he likes to think it makes his point.
&& there goes his chance at getting up for the rest of the night . . . at least until he has to take a piss. poor matty boy is just going to have to live with it. luckily for both of them, that isn’t a now issue. no, much more PRESSING is that he’s seen this infomercial three times already.
“ yeah, yeah. just hand over the remote ;; would ya ? ? dunno anybody needs to know this damn much about a set a’ tupperware. ” one hand reaches in front of mats’ face for the requested electronic ;; the other ( now devoid of pizza or any traces thereof ) settles back into dark brown hair for lack of ant ALTERNATIVE. hopefully between the booze && the full stomach, he’ll soon share in his sofa-mate’s drowsiness.
or he’ll be an EXPERT on bpa-free, microwaveable && stackable tupperware come morning.
egocentrik:
Eyeing the glass, Chuck looks at the man with raised brow. Tells himself not to feel threatened just because his thoughts have made him v u l n e r a b l e. ❝ Does it ? Drinking to FORGET ain’t exactly a permanent solution. ❞ But he grabs for the alcohol anyways. Holds up the glass up. ❝ Cheers, mate. ❞ His father wasn’t there to stop him.
“ i really look like the permanent solution kind’a guy to you ? ? ” solve today’s problems today && leave the rest to tomorrow . . . it’s always made more sense to him than investing too much time or effort in a future that’s UNCERTAIN at best.
call it SHORTSIGHTED, but it just doesn’t seem worth it to him. “ not that i really give a shit, but you even old enough t’ be drinkin’ this shit anyhow ? ? ”
iviaw:
❛ a few. —- you’d be surprised how much d’hey love d’heir gumbo. ❜ he answered, as if to be in on the joke. however, he was blunt with his honesty. he only omitted that the vampires liked a bit of wolf blood as a key spice in the food. he goes behind the bar and into the cooler where he pulled out a six pack of the beer and sat it down, one took out of the case for himself. ❛ so, what ya in d’he mood for ? ❜
“ somethin’ tells me i’d be surprised by a lotta things goin’ on in this town . . . ” he’s never felt much for the COUNTRY BOY in the BIG CITY bit, but somehow it’s hitting a little closer to home now than normal. maybe because back in the day, he had no clue just how much he didn’t know. the world feels a little BIGGER now that he knows there’s a whole other one that only shows its face at night.
“ kill for a burger an’ a few beers, ” his eyes glance down at the SIX PACK, “ ——— if this is you offerin’. ”
meurtriier:
and isn’t that a terrible choice?? stay where he is, comfortable and drowsy, or move enough to take some of the pizza beau’s offering. “ tu es le DIABLE, ” he mutters groggily, lifting his head enough to snag a bite before settling back into place. minimum effort, && he’s more tired than hungry.
it’s the PRINCIPLE of the thing.
“ my french is a lil’ r u s t y, but not so rusty that smart mouth won’ get you in TROUBLE . . . ” the words might’ve held a sharper edge if not for the chuckle that follows them. in all honesty, he’s been called much worse than devil by people who probably meant it much more than MATS.
it never got under his skin b e f o r e ;; he’s not about to get his feelings hurt by a drowsy little assassin in DIRE need of a nap.
I will not go down without a fight, and I PROMISE to take you with me
meurtriier:
“ you say that like a threat. you drink all the liquor ANYWAY. top shelf, bottom shelf. floor. basement. it’s not like you to discriminate. ” not like he minds. when he brings home alcohol, it’s usually with beau in mind.
he stuffs his hands in the hoodie pockets && snorts when his little finger pokes out.
“ not much danger of that, mon ami. can’t fly a kite with HOLES in it, ouais? at best, i float a little. could be fun. ”
“ reckon that wouldn’ stop Y O U from tryin’ . . . ” in beau’s experience, mats isn’t the type to be hindered by little things like possible or impossible. everybody else calls it CRAZY, but it’s just mats. “ rather you didn’ take my hoodie with ya, though. all these years, i’m a lil’ fond of it. ”
smol starter call ! !
——— it is. it definitely is. beau isn’t enough of a remorseful sort to actually feel bad about it ;; he’d figured mats for unconscious && to the awake went the spoils. not that he’s not willing to share. he even goes so far as to lower the remaining pizza slice to EYE LEVEL for the assassin lounging in his lap.
“ want some ? ? ”
@meurtriier // cont.
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meurtriier:
he looks up at the sound of that VOICE && his expression is torn somewhere between SHEEPISH and smug. “ not so hard-up, non. mais … sharing is caring, ouais?? ” he could blame it on the kleptomania, but they both know he’s had his eyes on this sweater for weeks. “ and it fits me bien, d’accord? not my fault you’re built like a brick shithouse. ”
if his hands disappear into the sleeves when he reaches for the remote, well. that’s how it’s supposed to fit.
@riggermcrtis // cont.
“ gonna remember that next time you come home with that top shelf shit. ” not that he thinks he’d be EXCLUDED regardless . . . it would take the smaller assassin YEARS to consume any respectable amount of alcohol. better to leave it to the professionals.
sharing is caring, INDEED.
“ just stay inside with that thing. catch a good breeze an’ we gonna end up lookin’ for you in the next COUNTY. ”
beau aesthetics // body claim