Who: Q&Samir (+ Kaya&James in the background) Where: Kaya&Samir's apartment. What: Q's gone to offer some support as James works his manly charms When: Thursday afternoon. Simultaneous to this Rating: TBD Status: Closed//ongoing
The chime of his phone from his bedroom matches up with the buzzing of James' in the lounge as Q, clad in what really amounts to a hastily thrown together pajama ensemble, hair still wet from the shower, rummages through the pile of things in the kitchen, looking for the nice smelling deodorant that he is certain James has stolen from him.
"James," he starts, looking up in time to see the other man on his feet and moving towards the door with agent-esque determination.
"James?"
He isn't going to get an answer to either of his unasked questions . So he goes to resolve each as best he can in his bedroom, grudgingly spraying himself with the weird, unscented stuff and picking up his phone. He ignores the weird flutter in his stomach when he sees Samir's name there, determined to at least convince himself that he's being professional.
But the text worries him, for both Kaya and Samir. He knows that James has received the same message and he's going up to take care of everything. Because James has that way about him. But that the text has come to him, too-
Q is already at the front door before he realises he's heading over there. He's not James Bond, the man who can seduce people in his sleep, but he is well versed in the art of comfort and calming. He ascends the stairs, though he is lagging a long way behind James, and stumbles a little ungracefully in through the door. This kind of physical exertion isn't really his forte.
James, he is pretty certain, is going to be occupied. But Q is looking for Samir anyway. He's the one he's here for.