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Vince was caught off guard by how quickly the answer came. “Umh…perhaps another night?” He wanted a little time to adjust to the new situation. He hadn’t thought about men in a sexual manner, however, tonight he couldn’t seem to stop thinking of the other activities they could participate in. He attempted to change the subject, “Uhm, could I use your phone tomorrow to contact my sister?” |
"Oh, we don't have to do anything if you don't want to. My bed is just that comfortable, I thought you'd enjoy it," Hirsch backpedaled, smiling apologetically. "Sure. I have my phone hidden, so you'll have to wait for me to wake up before you can use it."
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”That’s fine…” He mumered, thinking once again. He nodded then. A wonderfully comfortable bed sounded amazing after being on a cot for so long. “A-and I’d like to join you…to sleep, I mean. If…the offer still stands?” |
"The offer still stands." Hirsch hopped up out of bed, gathering up his clothes. They were strewn all over the place. He didn't bother putting anything other than his boxers back on. He had pajamas he normally wore to bed in his dresser, back in his room. He'd change into those once they were settled in.
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Once again, the male flushed a bright red, but stood and tugged his pants up, sipping them and padding after Hirsh. “How long have you been in this business?” He asked after a moment, curious. |
"My family has been in the business for more than a century. I myself have only been at it a few years, since my father died and passed the job onto me...though I have been trained from birth," Hirsch replied, without hesitation. Not much detail, but just enough to sate Vince's curiosity, he hoped.
He scampered down the hall, all the way to the other end of it. He opened the door at the very end of the hall, and walked into what was possibly the most decorative room in the entire house. Still red-themed, but much darker than the other rooms. The most noticeable thing about the room was the big bed, with red silken curtains hanging down from the ceiling to obscure the sides of it. He had one weapon in this room. A classical but smaller version of the Gatling gun, nailed to the wall firmly on a wooden plaque. It looked heavy. |
The male remained quiet, though shot the German man a curious look. Inside the room, he glanced around. It was lavish, but not overbearingly so. And the bed did indeed look divine. Vince gave Hirsh a questioning look, before climbing into the bed, falling back on the bed with a sigh. It was wonderful, and he sunk into it happily. |
Hirsch crawled into bed beside him, letting out a similar, pleased sigh. "Mm...this bed is bad for me...it makes every other bed in the world seem like a slab of stone...If I ever move, I have to take the entire bed with me. Nothing can be left behind..." He rolled around for a moment, before getting back up. "I'm going to change into my nightclothes--I'll be right back."
He fished through his dresser, picking out a simple black button-down shirt and old black pants. He disappeared momentarily into the bathroom. |
The Greek raised an eyebrow watching with amusement as Hirsh rolled around and spoke. His eyes remained on Hirsh as the man stood and moved into the bathroom. Hirsh was quite handsome… And would it be so wrong to be labeled gay? While Hirsh was gone, Vince slid under the covers with a sigh. The bed was almost like a cloud…he felt his eyes shutting on their own accord, but the young man didn’t bother trying to fight them. |
Hirsch tried not to disturb Vince when he made his way out of the bathroom. He would probably take a shower in the morning--and my, he wouldn't mind some company if his counterpart was up for it--and then head out to one of his favorite places for breakfast.
He crawled into bed, curling up into a cozy little ball. He could feel himself drifting off almost at once. |
During the night, Vince crept closer to the other male, wrapping around him. Soft snores drifted from him. It was the first time in a long time Vincent was able to sleep peacefully. He woke early in the morning, though it was slowly. He couldn’t remember being this warm or in such a nice bed. “Mmm.” He murmured, nuzzling the back he was pressed against before opening his eyes. The previous days came back to him quickly, and he blinked, unsure if the male he was cuddled against was awake. |
Hirsch was not awake yet. It took him forever to wake up in the morning. Oftentimes he would miss morning activities and wake up sometime after noon. He hated waking up after sleeping so nicely in bed.
He had snuggled back towards Vince in his sleep. He loved having someone sleeping in his bed with him, even if it was a potential health hazard, especially if he did not know the person all that well. He adored having a warm body to cuddle up with while he slept, and waking up to a sweet cuddling in the morning. |
The male couldn’t bring himself to tug away, and instead rested quietly, one hand idly stroking through Hirsh’s hair. The German looked peacefully and happily, and Vince didn’t wish to disturbed him. He nuzzled down, giving a tiny sigh after a moment. Lovely. |
After about ten more minutes, Hirsch finally began to stir, and he stretched out, yawning widely. He looked quite peaceful, still, as he turned around to face Vince. "Morning..."
The sluggish way he spoke and his half-open eyes suggested that he was not a morning person, and required a lot of pushing and shoving to get up, get a shower, and actually eat something for breakfast. ((Going to bed--dyin' here. D: Night!)) |
(Goodnight.) Vince smiled when Hirsch began to stir. “Morning.” He grumbled back, his voice hoarse. The other male seemed quiet content to lay for a bit, so Vince did the same, continuing to cuddle, though he was still. After a while, he spoke quietly. “You want some breakfast? I used to be a fair cook, I could try to bring you something if you’d like.” |
"You don't have to, if you don't want to," Hirsch replied, sweetly. "There's a really nice cafe slightly into town I can take you to. My treat. But we would have to get dressed and walk..." He reached over and wrapped his arms around Vince, pleasantly.
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Vince leaned into the touch, making a tiny noise in his throat of contentment. At the offer, however, he raised an eyebrow, “Do you think it would bw safe for me to, considering I’ve escaped from prison?” |
"Would you like a disguise?" Something about the way Hirsch asked that made it sound like he was...excited? "Oh, I love makeovers! I can help you, for sure. I have a bunch of different disguises. Some things will be a bit small on you, since they're for me, but it would work out."
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Oh, good Lord…Hirsch seemed delighted, which, oddly enough, scared Vince. He raised and eyebrow once more, debating. He was a pleaser in a relationship, wanting to make the other person happy, and the German did seem excited. Even with a makeover, however, Vince was worried about being caught before the plan was put into place. Finally, he nodded. “Alright…I’m sure I can squeeze into something.” |
Hirsch jumped up out of bed, and hurried over to his closet. He flung the door open, and disappeared inside, rummaging through clothes. He muttered to himself while he did this, and he came out with a nice, clean-cut suit and a dirty-blonde wig. "This should disguise you. If you want sunglasses, I can give you a nice pair, as well..."
He went all-out when disguising people. |
(Mep! I’m so sorry…I forgot all about replying to this, and it got lost. I cleaned up my subscriptions today and found it…I hope you’ll forgive me…) Vince wrinkled his nose, but obediently stood, tugging the items on himself. His time in jail became clear, since he seemed to have no qualms about stripping in front of the male. The wig was the hardest part, and didn’t seem to cover his head right, falling off the side. The suit fit him snugly, though nicely. When done, he held his hands out, and looked down at himself, then to Hirsh, clearly waiting for the male’s verdict. |
((It's totally fine. ^^ We can certainly keep on going, if you'd like!))
Hirsch watched him like a hawk while he undressed and then clothed himself again, his eyes sweeping over every inch of his exposed and unexposed body. Once Vince appeared to have gotten everything in order, he walked around him a few times, studying him closely. When he finally stopped, he clapped his hands together. "Perfect! If you want another wig, you can pick one from the closet, though." |
(Don't hate me...I'm housesitting, so currently have internet...however...i'm broke. Again. So I won't at home, for maybe a month? Maybe a bit sooner. But, of course I'd love to continue.)
Vincent frowned, and reached up, shrugging. "I don't really care how I look, as long as people can't tell me apart. Perhaps you could tell me how to make it stay on a bit better?" He suggested after a moment. His hands fiddled with the blond item, attempting to place it a bit snugger on his head. |
((As would I. I'm not angry or anything, don't worry. :D))
"Well...is it too big, or too small?" Hirsch reached out to fiddle with it absently. If it was too big, he could stuff it with some soft cloth for the outing. If it was too small, well...he'd just have to wear a hat instead. |
The male hesitated, glancing over. "Well...it's slipping off...so...it's too big?" He tilted his head and waited for the answer before clearing his throat. "Forgive me, Herr Hirsch...My uncle had said you owed him, and that's why you'd help when I didn't have much to offer. How do you owe him?" |
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