#openhale.

[rainyearning]

Open to male muses (top/verse men) Hale and your muse are ex-boyfriend/fwb/lovers but they both never really stopped liking one another, your muse still cares for Hale a lot, clearly

Hale looked at the bandage on his hand, brows furrowed a little. The other male was still sitting with him, cleaning up, so caring. "You don't even have to take care of me." He started hesitantly. "But you still do, has me wonder.. you know." Or hope, maybe it was more hope. "Do you-" Okay but how did one even start this conversation. "You know, I never wanted for us to breakup." But maybe, just maybe, there still was a chance for them. "Or do you just pity me and you're afraid I die if no one takes care of that?" He lifted his hand shortly. "Is just a cut, might not kill me."

[rainyearning]

open to male muses Hale is the most loser boy to ever live and he definitely doesn't have enough money to get his shirt dried

Hale was looking awkwardly at his feet, arms crossed over his chest, the washing machine rolling in front of him. It contained his shirt, his best shirt actually, and Hale had a job interview in an hour or so. He hoped he could still make it. Of course he had to drop his coffee on it, the best shirt and going back to his place wasn't an option. He went to the nearest laundromat, took off his shirt and then, threw it in there to get it washed and dried. And while he stared at the washing machine.. he noticed one thing. "Ah fuck." He had no coins for the dryer. He let his gaze wander, eventually meeting the gaze of another man and slowly, carefully, approached them. "Hey man, uh.. so." He rubbed the side of his neck. "Do you, by any chance, have some spare cash for the dryer?"

[orikamious]

open to male muses situation: your muse caught Hale sneaking around their place. Hale was smart enough to match with your guy via a catfish profile on a dating app, lured him out for a date and is now rather surprised your guy is home anyways..

“Hey hey hey... drop that knife you’re totally gonna hurt someone with that.” Hale raised both his hands when he spotted the other man holding the knife in his hand while approaching him. No one was supposed to be home.. dressed in all black, fingers covered with gloves, he naturally wouldn’t be noticed. He was a thief and actually, he was good at it. And this wealthy people probably wouldn’t even notice that he took anything. Now this wealthy guy had a big knife, probably also a gun somewhere but then, he definitely preferred the knife. “You weren’t supposed to be home.. you had a grindr date, didn’t you?” He knew for sure.. he catfished this guy, lured him out of his place, asked him out for dinner. His brows furrowed slightly. “You even texted you where on your way..”