LATFF [1c/?]
anonymous
August 27 2010, 07:54:51 UTC
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Roderich listened to his boss recommend a few dresses for the girl in the dressing room, and sat at the cashier’s desk, tapping his fingers to some half-remembered song.
He was bored. All of the new clothes had been unpacked and brought to the front of the store, he’d cleaned, there wasn’t anything to do until a new customer came in. Or Nils came in and he got off of work for the day.
Though he still had a tutoring session later - and was tonight that performance? He should check his calendar. He whipped out his phone to see, and then the door chimed.
“Hello,” he called from the back of the small space. Sound carried pretty well, what with the hardwood floors and minimal interior. He walked up to the front to greet the young woman who had come in. “Welcome to Ombre, have you been in? I’m Roderich.”
She seemed taken aback by his presence and he sighed internally. He was better at addressing men’s clothing needs; the women always seemed skittish around him.
“I’m actually here to see Francis?” she squeaked. “I think he said he was the owner?”
“Ah, er, yes,” Roderich replied. “He’s helping someone out now, but -”
“Hello dear,” Francis pranced over and into the conversation, “were you the one who was looking for the Alexander Wang last week?” Before she could do more than nod, Francis grabbed her by the arm and whisked her to the women’s side of the store, going on about the pieces he’d bought at the fall trunk shows this year, and there was some new A.P.C. and Vena Cava in...
Half an hour later the shop was empty but for the two of them. Roderich sighed. “I don’t get it. Women come into the shop and go straight to you. Women meet us at a gallery opening and go straight to you. You come to my performances and women go straight to you.”
Francis gave a light laugh. “You need something more distinguishing when you’re with the likes of me,” he winked at Roderich, who was so used to it by now it didn’t register. “You dress nicely, of course - I wouldn’t let you work here if you didn’t - that vest looks fantastic, by the way, navy suits you - but...you do lack a little...something, in your appearance...” Here Francis leaned back and scrutinized him like a painting he was trying to understand while Roderich tried not to fidget under his gaze.
“You should get glasses!” Francis exclaimed at last, clapping his hands.
“Glasses? But I don’t need glasses,” Roderich frowned.
“Ah, they would look so good on you, come here, let us find you some,” and Roderich was whisked to the computer to find some exemplary glasses online.
The door chimed and they both looked up, only to find Nils coming in for his shift.
“Nils, beautiful, come here and help Roderich and I pick out a pair of glasses. Don’t you think he would look fantastic with glasses?”
Nils shrugged. Francis draped himself over the smaller man’s shoulders. “You cannot say you have no opinion - I know you know style. Look at this,” he picked at Nils’ shirt, “it’s a simple t-shirt with some straps, but you carry it so well. And it matches the straps and buckles on your boots,” here his hand ran down Nils’ upper arm, “so...what do you think?” what breathed against the man’s ear.
Nils looked to Roderich and mumbled a “nothing too bulky.”
Francis sighed. “It’s like hitting on a brick wall,” he deadpanned over toward Roderich.
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This was it. Matthew took a deep breath to steady himself. His dream girl, the girl he’d had a crush on for two years now, the girl who had started the University’s community gardens, and the Vegan and Vegetarian alliance, and the campaign for bike lanes on campus, and, and - Oh, God, everything about her was perfect - except she had only noticed him a grand total of two times. Once was when they were on a hike with the University’s Environmental Club and she’d asked him for water (he kept the canteen in his desk drawer, still unwashed), and the other was when she had almost run into him on her fixed gear.
He stood by the entrance to the fair-trade coffeeshop she worked at and admired her from the door. No one seemed to notice him, but he was used to that by now. When he was working in the local bike shop, no one really seemed to know he was there until he was right in front of them.
LATFF [1d/?]
anonymous
August 27 2010, 07:57:58 UTC
Okay, Matthew. Just step right up front. She’s the only one working.
He stood as authoritatively as he could in front of the counter; still, it was a few minutes before he was noticed.
“Oh, sorry about that! Guess I wasn’t paying attention.”
Matthew laughed a little. “That usually happens when I’m here - er, I mean, no one notices me, not, er, I mean you’re fine - I mean, the customer service is fine -” Oh God he was blushing terribly, he just knew it.
“...right. So...what would you like, sir?”
“Matthew,” he said.
“Huh?”
“I mean, my name’s Matthew.”
“Oh. Ah, yeah, my name’s Elizabeta.”
Matthew just barely refrained from saying “I know” immediately. She stood there waiting on his order and he stood there blushing, before she asked “So...you come here a lot then?”
“Erm, kinda,” was the reply. “Though, I’m not going to be around next semester...I’m studying abroad in Fr-”
“ELIZA!” drowned out whatever Matthew was going to say. Elizabeta’s attention was diverted to the fellow in ripped jeans, nose piercing, oddly chopped hair, and large eyebrows marching toward the counter.
“Arthur!” she chirped. “Glad to see you’re alive - when I left the show you could barely stand.”
Matthew was forgotten in the banter between the two friends.
---
“Antonio,” Francis murmured as he grabbed the strap to the other man’s tank top, “why do you have to wear such atrocious things? You would look so nice in a button-up.”
Antonio just laughed as Francis sat down on the couch and threw an arm around his shoulders. “This is comfortable. I don’t need to look fancy.”
Francis let the arm around the shoulders pick at the strap again, while his other began pushing up the fabric covering Antonio’s stomach. “But it’s so nice when you do look, as you put it, fancy.” Antonio just hummed, so Francis continued. “And I am the owner of Ombre, it wouldn’t be hard to give you a discount...”
At this Antonio laughed cheerfully. “I work for a CSA! I don’t need to look nice at all!”
Francis let his hand ride up underneath the shirt and leaned in to nuzzle Antonio’s neck, placing a soft trail of kisses down it. “Regardless, I don’t want to see you in this any longer.”
Antonio gasped and then let out a breathy “Oh. Okay.”
---
God damn. Why did I never realize how incredibly hot France and Spain are when you put them together? I was gonna make Francis and Antonio swingery folk, but I might just have to make them both be in an open relationship, or something. We’ll see. Anyway, for September we’ve got a bunch of people coming back into town for school! Except for Canada. He’s vanishing for a while. Oh and if anyone’s curious about ages, for the most part they’re the cannon ones if they exist (Iceland just turned 18 here, Canada is 20, Prussia and Norway are 21, Hungary is 22, Austria is 23)
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anonymous
August 27 2010, 08:07:33 UTC
A/N: Francis talking to Nils should be "Roderich and me" (I was going back and forth between two different sentences, sigh) and it should say "he breathed against his ear" not "what breathed etc etc"
SleepyFAIL. Which means there are probably one billion more typos I didn't catch.
KJAHKJWAN AUTHOR ANON I LOVE YOU I AM SO EXCITED FOR WHAT'S TO COME. ugh this looks to be shaping up into something brilliant and hilarious, I smiled through the entire thing < 3
AND YES MULTIPLE FILLS ARE TOTALLY ENCOURAGED BY ME TOO
"God damn. Why did I never realize how incredibly hot France and Spain are when you put them together?"
MY OTP THX. Spread the word lolol, this pairing is completely underrated imo
I'll leave a proper review when I am actually coherent, until then, ahhhhh < 3333
Roderich listened to his boss recommend a few dresses for the girl in the dressing room, and sat at the cashier’s desk, tapping his fingers to some half-remembered song.
He was bored. All of the new clothes had been unpacked and brought to the front of the store, he’d cleaned, there wasn’t anything to do until a new customer came in. Or Nils came in and he got off of work for the day.
Though he still had a tutoring session later - and was tonight that performance? He should check his calendar. He whipped out his phone to see, and then the door chimed.
“Hello,” he called from the back of the small space. Sound carried pretty well, what with the hardwood floors and minimal interior. He walked up to the front to greet the young woman who had come in. “Welcome to Ombre, have you been in? I’m Roderich.”
She seemed taken aback by his presence and he sighed internally. He was better at addressing men’s clothing needs; the women always seemed skittish around him.
“I’m actually here to see Francis?” she squeaked. “I think he said he was the owner?”
“Ah, er, yes,” Roderich replied. “He’s helping someone out now, but -”
“Hello dear,” Francis pranced over and into the conversation, “were you the one who was looking for the Alexander Wang last week?” Before she could do more than nod, Francis grabbed her by the arm and whisked her to the women’s side of the store, going on about the pieces he’d bought at the fall trunk shows this year, and there was some new A.P.C. and Vena Cava in...
Half an hour later the shop was empty but for the two of them. Roderich sighed. “I don’t get it. Women come into the shop and go straight to you. Women meet us at a gallery opening and go straight to you. You come to my performances and women go straight to you.”
Francis gave a light laugh. “You need something more distinguishing when you’re with the likes of me,” he winked at Roderich, who was so used to it by now it didn’t register. “You dress nicely, of course - I wouldn’t let you work here if you didn’t - that vest looks fantastic, by the way, navy suits you - but...you do lack a little...something, in your appearance...” Here Francis leaned back and scrutinized him like a painting he was trying to understand while Roderich tried not to fidget under his gaze.
“You should get glasses!” Francis exclaimed at last, clapping his hands.
“Glasses? But I don’t need glasses,” Roderich frowned.
“Ah, they would look so good on you, come here, let us find you some,” and Roderich was whisked to the computer to find some exemplary glasses online.
The door chimed and they both looked up, only to find Nils coming in for his shift.
“Nils, beautiful, come here and help Roderich and I pick out a pair of glasses. Don’t you think he would look fantastic with glasses?”
Nils shrugged. Francis draped himself over the smaller man’s shoulders. “You cannot say you have no opinion - I know you know style. Look at this,” he picked at Nils’ shirt, “it’s a simple t-shirt with some straps, but you carry it so well. And it matches the straps and buckles on your boots,” here his hand ran down Nils’ upper arm, “so...what do you think?” what breathed against the man’s ear.
Nils looked to Roderich and mumbled a “nothing too bulky.”
Francis sighed. “It’s like hitting on a brick wall,” he deadpanned over toward Roderich.
---
This was it. Matthew took a deep breath to steady himself. His dream girl, the girl he’d had a crush on for two years now, the girl who had started the University’s community gardens, and the Vegan and Vegetarian alliance, and the campaign for bike lanes on campus, and, and - Oh, God, everything about her was perfect - except she had only noticed him a grand total of two times. Once was when they were on a hike with the University’s Environmental Club and she’d asked him for water (he kept the canteen in his desk drawer, still unwashed), and the other was when she had almost run into him on her fixed gear.
He stood by the entrance to the fair-trade coffeeshop she worked at and admired her from the door. No one seemed to notice him, but he was used to that by now. When he was working in the local bike shop, no one really seemed to know he was there until he was right in front of them.
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He stood as authoritatively as he could in front of the counter; still, it was a few minutes before he was noticed.
“Oh, sorry about that! Guess I wasn’t paying attention.”
Matthew laughed a little. “That usually happens when I’m here - er, I mean, no one notices me, not, er, I mean you’re fine - I mean, the customer service is fine -” Oh God he was blushing terribly, he just knew it.
“...right. So...what would you like, sir?”
“Matthew,” he said.
“Huh?”
“I mean, my name’s Matthew.”
“Oh. Ah, yeah, my name’s Elizabeta.”
Matthew just barely refrained from saying “I know” immediately. She stood there waiting on his order and he stood there blushing, before she asked “So...you come here a lot then?”
“Erm, kinda,” was the reply. “Though, I’m not going to be around next semester...I’m studying abroad in Fr-”
“ELIZA!” drowned out whatever Matthew was going to say. Elizabeta’s attention was diverted to the fellow in ripped jeans, nose piercing, oddly chopped hair, and large eyebrows marching toward the counter.
“Arthur!” she chirped. “Glad to see you’re alive - when I left the show you could barely stand.”
Matthew was forgotten in the banter between the two friends.
---
“Antonio,” Francis murmured as he grabbed the strap to the other man’s tank top, “why do you have to wear such atrocious things? You would look so nice in a button-up.”
Antonio just laughed as Francis sat down on the couch and threw an arm around his shoulders. “This is comfortable. I don’t need to look fancy.”
Francis let the arm around the shoulders pick at the strap again, while his other began pushing up the fabric covering Antonio’s stomach. “But it’s so nice when you do look, as you put it, fancy.” Antonio just hummed, so Francis continued. “And I am the owner of Ombre, it wouldn’t be hard to give you a discount...”
At this Antonio laughed cheerfully. “I work for a CSA! I don’t need to look nice at all!”
Francis let his hand ride up underneath the shirt and leaned in to nuzzle Antonio’s neck, placing a soft trail of kisses down it. “Regardless, I don’t want to see you in this any longer.”
Antonio gasped and then let out a breathy “Oh. Okay.”
---
God damn. Why did I never realize how incredibly hot France and Spain are when you put them together? I was gonna make Francis and Antonio swingery folk, but I might just have to make them both be in an open relationship, or something. We’ll see. Anyway, for September we’ve got a bunch of people coming back into town for school! Except for Canada. He’s vanishing for a while. Oh and if anyone’s curious about ages, for the most part they’re the cannon ones if they exist (Iceland just turned 18 here, Canada is 20, Prussia and Norway are 21, Hungary is 22, Austria is 23)
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SleepyFAIL. Which means there are probably one billion more typos I didn't catch.
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AUTHOR ANON I LOVE YOU I AM SO EXCITED FOR WHAT'S TO COME.
ugh this looks to be shaping up into something brilliant and hilarious, I smiled through the entire thing < 3
AND YES MULTIPLE FILLS ARE TOTALLY ENCOURAGED BY ME TOO
"God damn. Why did I never realize how incredibly hot France and Spain are when you put them together?"
MY OTP THX. Spread the word lolol, this pairing is completely underrated imo
I'll leave a proper review when I am actually coherent, until then, ahhhhh < 3333
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I WANT A MOVIE OF THIS NOW
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