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Hazel (addictedness) wrote in forgotten_gods,

Observing the exchanged between bodyguard and employer carefully, both Maria and Kris watched as Wes left the shop. Once the door closed, Kris shifted back a pace and let Maria take point in surveying the shop. Their guns had stayed neatly holstered but she rubbed her hands together, doing her best to look cold until the switchblade sewn into her jacket sleeve clicked back into place. A single glance from Heroin told her that dear dad hadn’t been fooled. She shrugged, never dropped the bland mask from her face. And yes, it could be considered terrible manners to think of slicing into the bodyguard of Heroin’s brother-lover, but she wouldn’t have gone after anything vital. Well, not exactly, and from the way her boss rolled his eyes that thought had shown a little too clearly on her face. Or they knew each other a little too well. “We can take these across the street; make sure anything perishable is safely in the fridge.”

Both Heroin and Kris fixed her with a look, but Heroin nodded and both bodyguards split the number of bags to carry them to the apartment. Each of them kept a hand free which left two bags; half-hidden next to the counter, but their free hands hovered close to carefully concealed weapons. Kris opened the door, led with his right – his free hand – and swept the street in a second before stepping onto the sidewalk. Maria paused and smiled and Heroin and Marijuana. “Don’t worry about us, we’ll just ask Wes which apartment,” Heroin winced at her smile but let the comment slide and she disappeared with Kris.

Alone with Marijuana, Heroin paused to watch him for another minute before noticing that Mari was doing the same thing. Heroin ducked his head, hair falling forward but not in time to completely hide that he was blushing. The windows offered a much better way of watching Mari; Heroin worked on pulling down the bars while he kept his eyes on his brother’s reflection. “I’m happy to be here. I was starting to feel guilty for always making you drive up to my apartment.” He finished the window he was working on and moved to the second one. “The shop’s amazing, and –” the bars came down easily and Heroin turned, finally processing Mari’s earlier compliment. He was blushing again and even the hair over his face wasn’t doing much to hide it. “You look pretty amazing yourself. You always do.”

Heroin leaned across the counter, snagging a bit of the grey dress shirt between his fingers and tugging lightly. It was enough, at least, to bring them close enough for another light kiss. He sighed, brushed his cheek against Mari’s – a gesture that was quickly becoming habit – and kissed at the corner of his jaw. There was something else he had to do, and even asking Mari was enough to make his stomach twist into another series of far more unpleasant knots. But he had to ask. “Gelibete? Do you mind if… if I go upstairs? To see Harm? I found some paints and I thought…” Heroin shrugged and glanced down at the counter. This wasn’t how he’d want to start the night, but he had to at least see Harmony. Looking back up at Mari, Heroin brushed back some of his brother’s hair, tucking loose strands behind his ear for something to do – for an excuse to touch him. “I probably won’t be long.”