Eight O'Clock || Lile & Harrison
It was true, Lile Hooksman was coming over to his home for dinner..was it a date, was it a social thing, or was this purely to schmooze food out of Harrison for free. Harry worried about everything as he dashed around his home throwing dirty clothes into a hamper and wiping off surfaces with a strong cleaner. As he took a seat, glancing at the clock to she a quarter until eight Harrison realized he hadn't started any food. "Shit!"
Harrison jumped up once more and started whipping something up. He really wasn't a cook, at all, so his version of beef pot roast, was half burnt and dry. He heard the knock on his door and Harrison seemed to be having a panic attack. Why was he so nervous. He knew why of course but he had to keep that a secret. Forever. He ran into the hat shop and pulled the door open with the sound of a bell. "Lile. I'm glad you came." he had been slightly worried he wouldn't show at all. Harrison led him up the stairs to his lofty living quarters. Small, but cozy nonetheless.