Who: Euan Abercrombie and William Travers When: Friday afternoon Where: Abercrombie and Glass What: William isn't a creeper Warnings: None Rating: Low probably
William knew that it was far too soon for Euan to have finished his glass dogs, but it had been days and now he had to go back. Something was drawing him back, and William wasn't one to ignore his instinct. The full moon was drawing closer as well, and that made it all the more difficult to ignore.
It was later in the afternoon when he went to visit, assuming Euan would be done with his lunch, and ensuring he himself had done enough of his own work. He didn't need to get too distracted, he had a living to make.
Pushing open the door, his nose flared immediately, trying to pick up the scent he'd found last time. Euan smelt good. William wanted his scent on him, on some part of him. It was animalistic, and again he didn't want to deny that part of him. It was there, threading through the air, emphasised by the addition of Euan's sweat, heavy from how many hours he spent in here alone.
William rested his arms on the front counter, sniffing the air gently, waiting patiently for the boy to appear.