For @tmrmary because when it comes to me, you simply have to ask and you shall receive:
Phineas Thorfinn checked his watch for the third time in as many minutes. Seated under a comfortable awning at the outdoor table Phineas had chosen for the afternoon, he was wasn’t in much of a rush- still, his brunch companion had never been quite so late for their regular meet ups. When Phineas looked up from his watch, he was not expecting to see an utterly distraught Dexter D’Angelo powering towards him from down the street. It was the height of English summer time but Dex’s casual attire still caught Phineas a bit off guard. He wasn’t entirely sure if he approved of the fade tank top or the salmon colored shorts but the lower Phineas’s gaze moved the clearer of an idea he gained as to what had Dex in such a sour mood.
“Dex, what happ-“
“Can you fucking believe that I’ve been apparating for over a decade without any incident and now today, today of all days this shit happens,” Dex’s body language was as exasperated as his voice, entirely out of sorts as he collapsed in the seat across from Phineas.
It took everything in Phineas not to snicker at his friend’s theatrics but the crackles of a smile escaped him and Dex sure noticed.
“Phin Finn, this is serious! Look at this!” He nearly shouted as he hoisted his leg up in one swift movement and brought the heel of his bare right foot down onto the table with a clatter. “What am I, supposed to go the rest of my day like this?”
It was the foot on the table that finally pushed a nearby waitress to approach and tell Dex, “Sir, you really can’t do that here-“
“Those slides were 50 fuckin pounds, lady!” He cried out to her, distressed. “Have mercy on me!”
Phineas could only hide his face under a palm, partially to shield himself from the gaze of half the patrons in the seating area and of the waitress but mostly, to hide the laughter that had not stopped bubbling at his throat from the moment his good friend showed up.
