"You don't gotta tell me," Bobby clarified, "I ain't pryin'." Although this was definitely making him curious. They both came across as if they had been around a lot, Lucifer and Michael. Might just be because of how out in the sticks this place was. "Sorry you had to leave home like that though. That must be rough."
When he had left home for the first time to join the army, it had felt like freedom. But Bobby figured the circumstances were different here.
"I wouldn't say it was rough. I had a good time. Would have been even better without a young child and Lucifer blaring music but otherwise, it was a good decision." If he had gone alone, it would have been much less bothersome but he supposed if he was going, he had to bring Luci. And Luci was the one who wanted to keep the band together. "You know that absolutely beautiful feeling you get when you just -- when everything lifts. And it's like you're free. And it's going to tumble back down onto your shoulders, sure, but you had some time to finally stretch and prepare."
Michael knew he had a lot of solve and a lot to handle, that one day he'd have to talk to his father. But for now? No, he just wanted to be free. He wanted to make money, fuck around and live how he wanted. "Besides, it was obviously a good decision to leave. Look who I happened to run into?"
Michael winked at Bobby and then proceeded down the stairs like nothing happened. "Our living room has a hole in it, by the by."
"Yeah, I know the feeling." He remembered it at several turns of his life. Never lasted long, but that first freeing breath when a burden fell away. Bobby wondered what it was for Michael that made him feel he had to escape to freedom so badly. However, he knew better than to ask.
"Who did you run into?" That he did ask, frowning as he followed him down the stairs. A hole in the living room? All right, there were several issues to solve here. Maybe he'd have to bring Sammy here for a couple hours today.
Woah. He was so cute. "Just a really handsome guy who offered to fix stuff in my house." Bobby was cute. Cute but slow. Then again, he probably didn't expect to be hit on by the weird out-of-town queer. He knew he should watch the flirting, especially when trapped in a house with the guy, but Bobby gave of a different sort of energy,
He would be surprised if anything happened.
"So the house is all yours. Honestly, we're not precious about any of it. If you think you can make it more liveable, I'll take it." Lucifer was going to be very happy when he came home. "I'll make sure I have coffee on the go while you're here too."
"Huh." All right, so that marked the first time he'd gotten hit on by a guy. Bobby righted his head and looked at Michael, trying to gauge how he felt about that and decide how he should react to that. "All right. I ain't gonna pretend like that's not the best offer I've gotten all year."
He wasn't exactly complaining about a steady coffee flow. How did he react to the compliment though? "You're handsome too. By the by." Maybe like that? "Thanks, man."
Oh. There was actually potential here. Fascinating. His eyes almost lit up as he looked at Bobby, wondering if he was just awkwardly trying to pass on a compliment or if it was what he was suspecting. Still a better reaction than a fist in the face. "No worries." Heh. "Man."
He eyed him up and down and then walked back into the center of the living room, turning back to look at Bobby. "So, handsome, when are you free? I'm usually here until 8ish and then I head out for the night but I'll be here any time until then. And I can make some exceptions for you." He didn't mind missing a night of cruising if it meant he could check out this fine piece of man instead.
"Well, Sammy's bedtime is at eight and Matty's at nine, so I gotta be home by then." No, he didn't really have a nightlife. At all. Usually he just read alone in the living room and drank a beer or two. It wasn't exactly the life of the party in Bobby's life. "But today, I'll be up on your roof between noon and three, I reckon. That's when I gotta pick up my kiddo."
John's kiddo. Whatever. He had claimed ownership by now, somehow.
"I think my Luci will dump Raphael on me shortly so perhaps our boys can play." Whatever it took to keep Raphael quiet and out of his way. He liked him, he did, but he also liked spending his time scrolling through grindr and trying to work out the stock markets without the sounds of Muppet Babies in the distance. "It would be good for the kid, to make friends and the like, he hasn't been enrolled anywhere yet."
None of them had except for Gabriel - who only got enrolled because he asked Michael to sign stuff for him. Lucifer was determined to slack and Raphael was slipping through the cracks a little. "Gives us time to play too."
"Sammy's good with other kids. Bit of a doormat sometimes, but in a cute way, yanno?" He was fond of the boy, couldn't really help that. Both of them were his boys and he found it pretty interesting to watch their personalities form as they grew up. "Look, I'm gonna take off and come back with what I need for your roof. Don't want you getting wet, might make that make-up run."
He was trying to tease, hoping that wouldn't be taken the wrong way. "Would be a shame, eh?"
"Oh, I think it would be a crying shame. Especially after all the efforts I've gone to keep it. Not really a small town aesthetic, is it?" Michael knew, of course he did, he got looks and bold, out there questions but he found it funny more than anything. The further he was from God, the happier he could be.
He walked Bobby up to his door and opened it up for him, leaning in the doorway. "You're my hero as of late, Mr Bobby Singer. I'll have to think of a way to repay you."
"I'm sure you'll think of something. Talkin' like that, you gotta be a smart one." Probably a bit too smart for his own good. And he definitely knew what he was doing, which was almost a provocation in and on itself. Bobby definitely did not know what he was doing and he barely even had any time to analyse how he was feeling.
Still, he didn't like feeling like he was on a loss, so he headed for the door and turned his head to look at Michael as he walked out. "I like sweet stuff."
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When he had left home for the first time to join the army, it had felt like freedom. But Bobby figured the circumstances were different here.
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Michael knew he had a lot of solve and a lot to handle, that one day he'd have to talk to his father. But for now? No, he just wanted to be free. He wanted to make money, fuck around and live how he wanted. "Besides, it was obviously a good decision to leave. Look who I happened to run into?"
Michael winked at Bobby and then proceeded down the stairs like nothing happened. "Our living room has a hole in it, by the by."
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"Who did you run into?" That he did ask, frowning as he followed him down the stairs. A hole in the living room? All right, there were several issues to solve here. Maybe he'd have to bring Sammy here for a couple hours today.
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He would be surprised if anything happened.
"So the house is all yours. Honestly, we're not precious about any of it. If you think you can make it more liveable, I'll take it." Lucifer was going to be very happy when he came home. "I'll make sure I have coffee on the go while you're here too."
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He wasn't exactly complaining about a steady coffee flow. How did he react to the compliment though? "You're handsome too. By the by." Maybe like that? "Thanks, man."
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He eyed him up and down and then walked back into the center of the living room, turning back to look at Bobby. "So, handsome, when are you free? I'm usually here until 8ish and then I head out for the night but I'll be here any time until then. And I can make some exceptions for you." He didn't mind missing a night of cruising if it meant he could check out this fine piece of man instead.
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John's kiddo. Whatever. He had claimed ownership by now, somehow.
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None of them had except for Gabriel - who only got enrolled because he asked Michael to sign stuff for him. Lucifer was determined to slack and Raphael was slipping through the cracks a little. "Gives us time to play too."
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He was trying to tease, hoping that wouldn't be taken the wrong way. "Would be a shame, eh?"
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He walked Bobby up to his door and opened it up for him, leaning in the doorway. "You're my hero as of late, Mr Bobby Singer. I'll have to think of a way to repay you."
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Still, he didn't like feeling like he was on a loss, so he headed for the door and turned his head to look at Michael as he walked out. "I like sweet stuff."