Re: The Apartment: Jamie/Seven
The air in the apartment was cool on Seven’s bare arms as he slid out of the coat and draped it over the back of a chair in the kitchen, taking the time to look around while he did. He hadn’t gotten the closest look the last time he’d been here. There was a sweet smell that lingered in the kitchen as he heading into the area where Jamie was sitting on the couch, and then rising to his feet, and Seven kept his steps relaxed and even because the alternative would have been distinctly less chill when he was still sort of expecting the guy to get that wide-eyed deer in headlights look any second. Seven looked the guy up and down quickly; Jamie looked like he was bundled for a hipster ski trip. Seven smiled, small but warm enough to crease the outer corners of his eyes.
He had, ftr, every intention of sidling right up to the place where Jamie stood and pulling him into a hug, but the tiny little missile of claws and fur launched off the back of the couch and collided with the guy’s back. Seven thought it looked like he’d been shocked, which - when Jamie’s torso rotated far enough that Seven could see what had hit him, yeah, fair. Eyebrows went up towards his hairline and he folded his arms across his chest, leaning his weight on his back foot. He laughed. “Did you know there’s a tiny panther attached to your spine, Jamie?”