@violentrodent
Heavy rainfall crackled against the roof and windows of their home, giving a soft, soothing lullaby to the otherwise relatively quiet space. Dutch had gone out to take care of some things, he was rather sure his exact words had been "babysit the rat." Not that he minded, it was nice to get some time one on one with Jamison.
Sat on the sofa in a pair of sweat pants and an undone flannel, Raleigh exhaled the smoke of his cigarette out of the window, flicking the remains of the white stick into the rain before looking down to the blond who's head was rested in his lap with a warm smile. "What're ya thinkin', sweetheart? Order in? I cant be fucked to get dressed and go out."









