Who: Jack Sloper and Andrew Kirke. When: September 29th. Evening. Where: Their apartment. What: Flirting? And such... Rating: TBD. Status: Closed/Incomplete.
Jack grinned down at the pages of his magical journal for another moment or two, re-reading the words that he and Andrew had written. They did funny things to him, inside, and he would definitely read the exchange even more... later.
They had often flirted, all through their friendship, probably even before they knew what flirting was. But that was friendly flirting, and this, this had definitely more intent than that. Jack flipped the book shut and climbed to his feet. Because he really was sitting out in the hallway, outside of Andrew's door. Two of his cats - Wyknen and Blynken - were there as well, and looked minorly annoyed when he got up and dislodged them both.
Turning, he stepped to Andrew's door. He knocked once, unnecessarily, and drawled, "Candyman," through the wood, before he opened it and stepped inside.
He had a grin on his face as he shut the door behind him. Jack was dressed in jeans and a t-shirt, and nothing else. He tossed his notebook over onto Andrew's dresser as he sauntered over to the bed.