lakeside mansion; hugh c./atticus m. WHO: Hugh C. & Atticus M. WHEN: Thursday afternoon, following this WHERE: Hugh's lakeside mansion. SUMMARY: Brownies, milk, and conversations. WARNINGS: None expected, but will update if changes.
There was one more weekend of the play, and Hugh would be done with this particular project. This wasn't necessarily something he was looking forward to, because having something in performance was always a bit of freedom - particularly at the beginning. There were no rehearsals, just the regularity of performances which were usually weekends and sometimes matinees. And during the week he would sleep in, enjoy the unscheduled times and usually do something with people at some point. This Thursday it was Atticus, and Hugh was sort of enjoying the fact that it wasn't going to be a meeting in his boat house - because no matter how nice the boat house could be - it was still a bit chill outside.
This Thursday he'd woken up, made coffee and then made a Chocolate Nut brownie recipe he'd never tried before while listening to a 90s pop mix on Spotify. They smelled amazing at least, and he'd probably have to put some to the side for Zee later on, but for the moment he left them on the stove and went up to change into a casual blue checked shirt, and chinos that didn't have flour on them. He always forgot to put an apron on until after such point as it was necessary.
By the time afternoon had arrived and he was waiting for Atticus' knock, Hugh had relocated back downstairs and nearer the front door, while he scrolled through his Instagram feed on his Air while waiting. He'd gained a few additional followers over the past few months - mostly people who worked in theatre over in the Capital, and he didn't have near the numbers he'd once had, but on the other hand - the numbers he'd had as the trial had broken hadn't been something he'd enjoyed. It was better to have mostly co-workers, colleagues and a few fans that did seem to have found him after the shows. The numbers weren't a lack of sign of success - something he had to remind himself of way too often.
Heart's ears twitched and head raised, and he glanced towards her, pushing off from the counter and sliding his phone in his pocket in one smooth motion about the time the doorbell rang. He answered it with one of his most charming smiles. "You're here."