When six o'clock rolled around, Jasper was beginning to hope that maybe Justin had just been taking the piss to get around out of him, that Justin wouldn't be coming around after all. Jasper had just put the kettle on in the kitchen, intent on a quiet night in when there was an all-too-familiar knock at the front door.
It echoed through the kitchen and Jasper almost ignored it, but he knew Justin would just keep knocking - or worse - find a way inside. Sighing heavily, Jasper made his way to the front door and opened it.
Then closed it immediately when he saw the strange person standing on his doorstep.
Jasper blinked, then blinked again when he realized that was, in fact, Justin and it was probably best if he didn't leave him out there for the neighbors to gawk at. Pinching the bridge of his nose, Jasper opened the door wide enough for his guest to enter. "Justin. What are you wearing?"