"My hero again." He took the towel from Bobby, brushing their fingers, as he wrapped it up and placed it against his lip. He looked curiously at the other, wondering what his story was. Killed his dad. How? Why? He assumed the usual - after all, he had met his own fair share of arsehole fathers to know there was always good reason. "You say you try to please no one but I'm pretty damn well pleased."
What a lucky soul he was, to have Bobby taking care of him. "When do I get to see you again? Promise me that this isn't the only time I get you alone."
"Er. Dunno, flu season is coming up, maybe it's just the two of us in English lit one of these days." Wouldn't be too surprising, already not the most popular class to begin with. Bobby enjoyed it, he liked literature. A lot more than people usually expected.
He wasn't sure what was happening. More flirting? Just a guy trying to make a friend? He honestly couldn't tell, he sucked at things like that. "I don't got much free time. Usually I work at the junkyard when I ain't at school. Fixin' up cars and what not."
"Really? You think you could fix my mom's car? Well, you don't have to fix it if you can't but I think the suspension went. We moved from England to here and in the process, a lot of stuff came along. The new car, it wasn't doing so well under the pressure so-- yeah." Great, he was going to have to find a car, break a car and bring a car to Bobby if this worked. What a mess. Even so, he wanted more time with Bobby so he'd do it.
"Perhaps I can read you a classic while you work on it." He smiled playfully. "A Picture of Dorian Gray is quite the read."
"Yeah? I guess it'd be better read with your fancy accent. I liked Lord Henry a lot when I read it. He gets the best lines." There was something about a charming bastard, Bobby supposed. "But sure, I can have a look at your car. Do you want to bring it by the shop or should I come over to yours? How far do you reckon you can drive the thing?"
Hard to say, it didn't sound as if Aleister knew that much about cars.
"I think I can probably get it there but we shall see. Do you have time tomorrow afternoon?" Was he insane? He didn't even have a car for his made up car repair session and he knew he should focus on it but his beautiful new friend read Dorian Gray and that was kind of stealing focus here. Details could be ironed out later, this was a moment to enjoy.
"Look at that, coming to my rescue again. You really are something else." Hot, sexy and helpful. He wanted to keep him forever. Could familiars just be very handsome boys one liked?
"I mean, I'm just a guy working at a scrap yard, but sure. I like the way you're makin' it sound heroic." Maybe it was the accent, just made everything sound a bit better that way. Aleister had a nice voice. Bobby had never really thought that about anyone before, but now that he was dealing with Aleister he couldn't help it. Most folk around here just kind of talked like him and none of them had ever offered to read to him.
He took a step forward, inspecting Aleister's face. "Doesn't look too bad now, your lip. You can probably hide it from your folks at home."
"I don't know my father and I can't imagine my mother will care much either. Or maybe she will, I'm not sure. She's doing a whole 'I can be your mom' thing. It's very strange." Aleister explained as he felt no concern sharing his unusual family situation with Mr I-Killed-My-Dad. "We only just started living together again. Last time, I was 7 and she got bored so let's see how long this time will last."
He crossed his fingers playfully and then smiled at Bobby. "I was dreading being ditched in South Dakota of all places but ... I don't know, not everything here is terrible." Especially not this handsome fella.
"Yeah? That's news to me, I ain't found much good around here." Bobby felt a strange sense of ease upon discovering that Aleister didn't have a happy home life. Maybe that was a selfish attitude to have, but it somehow made him feel less other. Obviously their situations weren't the same, but they were different from everyone else. Different together. There was a bond in that, as it turned out.
"It's not exactly the kinda place Dorian Gray would stop and visit. But I guess it ain't so bad that you stopped by instead. Dunno if you can find anyone who can paint you around here though."
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What a lucky soul he was, to have Bobby taking care of him. "When do I get to see you again? Promise me that this isn't the only time I get you alone."
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He wasn't sure what was happening. More flirting? Just a guy trying to make a friend? He honestly couldn't tell, he sucked at things like that. "I don't got much free time. Usually I work at the junkyard when I ain't at school. Fixin' up cars and what not."
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"Perhaps I can read you a classic while you work on it." He smiled playfully. "A Picture of Dorian Gray is quite the read."
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Hard to say, it didn't sound as if Aleister knew that much about cars.
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"Look at that, coming to my rescue again. You really are something else." Hot, sexy and helpful. He wanted to keep him forever. Could familiars just be very handsome boys one liked?
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He took a step forward, inspecting Aleister's face. "Doesn't look too bad now, your lip. You can probably hide it from your folks at home."
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He crossed his fingers playfully and then smiled at Bobby. "I was dreading being ditched in South Dakota of all places but ... I don't know, not everything here is terrible." Especially not this handsome fella.
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"It's not exactly the kinda place Dorian Gray would stop and visit. But I guess it ain't so bad that you stopped by instead. Dunno if you can find anyone who can paint you around here though."