“It’s not Satanic rock, it’s regular rock, you uncultured fuck,” the blond head says, and then it looks up and reveals itself as the single most attractive man Kie thinks she’s ever seen in her life. He has a pillow crease on his face and his eyes are bleary, looking on all accounts like he genuinely has been asleep. Knuckling at one of his eyes, he shuffles into the living room, shirtless, as Kie is quickly learning is custom of the inhabitants of 54B, hair smushed to one side. Her mouth goes a little dry just at the sight of him, lean and golden and grouchy, barefoot, squinting in the light. He follows Pope’s gaze and for the first time upon walking in, his eyes fall on her, and his face— Well, he looks like he’s just seen a ghost. Jesus. Well. That’s always a positive reaction. call my bluff, call me babe by @smileymikey
