Foul Weather - OTA

[whatdoesithurt]

It was drizzling miserably as John hurried down the street to the hotel. His collar was turned up against the rain, although he was already thoroughly damp, and he wished very much that he wasn't going home to an empty bed

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[flames_within]

Someone was walking through the rain as well, though it didn't seem to bother him or his cigarette overly much. Seeing John, though, got a reaction: first there was a smile at his presence, then a blink as he noticed the body language.

"John?" as he trotted to meet him.

[whatdoesithurt]

John blinked and looked over at him, pausing halfway under an awning. "Beautiful," he said in response, then cursing as a fat raindrop landed right on the end of his cigarette. He flicked it away and stepped forward to stand under the awning.

[flames_within]

Seph smiled and wrapped a warm arm around him.

"Hey. Where you headed?"

But the green eyes shifted down into a worried grey.

[whatdoesithurt]

He dug around in his pocket for another smoke, anything to curb his foul mood. "Hotel," he said, turning his head to kiss Seph's temple before bending to cup a hand around the end of his cigarette and light up.