It was just a day that meant you were another year older

[venus_afflicted]

The dog had been taken out, the cat was once more hiding in fear and all was right in the world. A message was sent to Piotr, teasing but a lot nicer than he'd been lately. Tomorrow's my birthday. You owe me a gift. Kisses for ME!Then he sent another to Jean-Paul that was just pinpoint coordinates. When Jean-Paul arrives, he frinds himself in a

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[lust_for_life]

Jean-Paul overslept again. All he does is sleep and go to work, he doesn't even eat. He hasn't in days. If it weren't for the inhibitor he's taking, he'd be dead. He wakes up because his phone is buzzing, and he smacks it off the dresser irritably. About five minutes later he has the presence of mind to actually check it, and from there it takes twenty minutes to get dressed and out the door. He beats someone in the Nexus up and takes their pinpoint, and appears in the alley huddled under a jacket way too big for him.

[venus_afflicted]

Pacing, smoking cigarette after cigarette while the patrons passed him time and again. Some gave him looks, another bummed a smoke from him and then bitched about yankee tobacco.

The moment Jean-Paul appeared, Warren grabbed him by the back of his jacket and tugged him close. "Hey, Sexy. Miss me?" In the like, what? Half a day since they'd seen one another?

[lust_for_life]

He stiffens and pulls away when he's grabbed until he realizes who's doing it, and relaxes just a little. "Hey, you." He presses his nose into his neck, nuzzling against the bottom of his jaw.

[venus_afflicted]

Growling softly, one hand sliding up to cup the back of Jean-Paul's head, drawing him in for a kiss. Lingering in that, nipping at his lower lip.

"Have I told you lately how much I fucking love you?"