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“Sounds good to me,” Alex said, following Sam into the studio. If all of this was his, then Alex was extremely impressed. “Wow,” she said, looking for a place to sit. “You’re so talented.”
Sam smirked “Why thank you” He purred before taking a bow “You can sit on my bed” he said before pulling out an easel and a canvas. She then grabbed her glasses and put them on so he could see Alex better
“What, fond of breaking bones?”
“Oh yeah.”
“Well, I am pretty hot,” Alex said with a wink, walking into the apartment. It was strange to see someone else’s - they had the same exact setup, but all the furnishings were so different. “So what’s first, the painting or the interviewing?”
“How about you ask me questions while I paint you” He said with a shrug as he lead Alex to his studio (AKA his bedroom) which was a room filled with random paintings and sculptures with a bed in the corner. “Welcome to my heaven.”
“Well, the knife is easy to clean, mending bones however is a little trickier.”
“Meh.” He said with just a shrug
“I’m actually not a fan of actual weapons, and to be fair my exacto is sharp as shit. If I had wanted to I could have carved him a new face. Plus, I am an artist so it’s all I had at the time besides my good ol knees and elbows.”
Sam shrugged “Well, I’d rather go with my elbows, fists and feet then the exacto knife. I wouldn’t want to get it dirty”
“You as well, Sam,” Alex smiled, her eyebrows perking up at the mention of what his name was short for. She was always excited to know another gender nonconforming person, especially one who lived so close. And flirted with her. “My ‘Alex’ is short for Alexandria or Alexander, or some other name that has Alex in it,” she reiterated as the elevator opened to the 8th level.
Sam smirked as the other explained what her name was short for “Oh, interesting” he said as he lead her to his apartment “I think I’ll stick with Alex though. It’s hot enough on it’s own” Sam purred as he unlocked his apartment door and let Alex in
“I pulled out my exacto knife actually, I didn’t feel like mincing my words.”
“Ah...Interesting. Why don’t ya get a switch instead. I mean, exacto knives are cool and all...but they’re an artist’s tool, not a weapon.”
“Okay, that’s a good one, mate,” Alex responded, giving into the line. Sam lived a floor below Alex, but she didn’t think she’d seen him before. “I’m going to your room, and I’m not sure I even know your name,” she confessed as the elevator door shut, putting her hand on Sam’s arm. “I’m Alex.”
Sam chuckled softly at Alex’s words “Perfect” He muttered as he was called mate “Oh, Well it’s a pleasure to meet you Alex. I’m Sam. Short for Samantha, Samuel or some other name that has Sam in it” He chuckled
“Thank god for that. No, just some construction worker high on cement fumes, I’m sure. And even so, I can take care of myself.”
“Shoulda kneed him in his tiny balls.” Sam said with a shrug
“Dear’s a classic of mine, but if you prefer sweetheart, babe, or love, those all work too. Just as long as you don’t expect me to call you ‘mate,’” Alex laughed, speaking with an even thicker accent for emphasis. She followed Sam, excited for both the painting and the interview.
“Oh come on, I’d love to be your mate” Sam purred seductively as he pressed the 8 button in the elevator
“I mean, now sounds good to me. I don’t have another deadline until Friday. But you’re the beautiful one here, dear.”
“Dear? Now that is something I haven’t been called in a while” Sam chuckled “Follow me to my humble abode then, lovely” Sam sang out as he walked into the elevator
“Sorry, I just assumed because I was literally attacked by a guy on the street today and I’m just in a bad mood, sorry again.”
“Well, I’m not that kinda guy. Does he live in the building? Do you want me to beat him up?” Sam asked with a sweet smile
“You’d really paint me? That sounds like an amazing deal.”
“Of course, it’s what I do for a living” Sam chuckled “You could come back to my apartment now or another time, I’m always free for beautiful people”
“I’d write about how intriguing you are. And how fucking awesome your jawline is. I’d need to interview you first though, because I’m a journalist. Give me a few minutes, and I could get a great story out of you. It’s what I do.”
“Intriguing? My jawline? Well...If you let me paint you, I’d love to give you an interview” Sam purred, fingers running over their lips.
“ – Wow, that’s literally the worst pickup line I’ve ever heard.”
“Who said I was tryin’ to pick you up? I’m just stating the truth”
“And you look good enough to write about.”
Sam smirked “Oh, and what would you write?”
“Hm...You look good enough to paint.”
