Harrison MacKenzie needs (moretrashbags) wrote in musingslogs, @ 2010-11-06 23:05:00 |
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Entry tags: | face, hm murdock |
Who: Harry and Tim
What: The not!date
When: Saturday at 8 PM
Where: Aubade 405
Warnings: None that I know of, aside from the usual "Harry may or may not make sense at any given time", but that doesn't necessarily merit an actual warning.
Standing outside the apartment door at the prescribed time, Harry pulled at the collar of the shirt. It itched, and the fit was just...odd (never mind that it actually fit and that was why it was strange. Harry lived in the world of previously owned and clearance, which meant it was usually a miracle if something he bought actually fit properly). Why did he have to wear these clothes, why couldn't he have just worn a t-shirt and cargos like usual?
At least he'd decided against the shoes. They'd pinched and made him feel like he was a lawyer or a doctor or something equally slimy, so he'd opted for his All Stars instead, despite the fact that Nurse Ratched decided to pipe up and try to lecture him against it. He didn't care if they were a gift or if wearing them was the nice thing to do, or if his sneakers were old and dirty and probably needed to be replaced; they hurt, dammit, and he might as well be somewhat comfortable. At least he'd left his hat at home.
After a few moments of further deliberation he knocked on the door, then waited, rocking back and forth on the balls of his feet and trying not to look as out of place as he felt. Even though he'd stood exactly where he was now only a few days before, it was somehow different now. He'd been invited, and-
Well...invited to what? He'd assumed it was a...well he wasn't really sure what he'd assumed it was. It didn't make much sense, although he knew usually what this kind of thing meant. And while he was a little more flexible about this kind of thing if he stopped to actually think about it, he got the feeling Tim wasn't really that kinda guy. Plus they'd just met. So that would be jumping the gun in any definition. Okay, so then what? Maybe...Tim was a cannibal, and this was some elaborate ploy to get Harry here to...no. That was...that didn't happen. There weren't cannibals in Seattle. ...Were there? He didn't think so. He hoped not, anyway.