CLOSED.
pheonix was always one to be PROFESSIONAL, but after a night of escorting with someone he knew rather well; even held a PERSONAL connection with, he was bordering on tipsy. his steps were staggered, and while he stumbled more often than not, he mana- ged to walk into his shared flat, automatically calling out for the other lad. “thomas! thomas, i’ve missed you.” his loud voice SLURRED, echoing in the hallway. pheonix reached for the nearest wall, steadying him- self. he looked completely disheveled; his jacket was halfway off his shoulder, lips kiss swollen, and bruises dusting his collar. UNRULY curls reached his shoulders, and pheonix found himself playing with it while he wai- ted. “thomas!”
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