06-20-2018, 11:11 PM
(This post was last modified: 06-20-2018, 11:11 PM by Fervessence.)
“Yes, we’ve this evening together,” Caspar grinned, fervently kissing Phil back before settling on his pillow once more when they parted. It did bother Caspar that they didn’t get to spend much time together, but it was for the best, at least for now. They couldn’t risk getting caught. Caspar had no idea as to how his father would react if he ever discovered this relationship, and he had no clue what would happen to him either. Most consequences from his father were physical, ending in an altercation between them as Caspar refused to ever take the ridiculous punishments willingly. Hopefully it would never have to come to that — he wanted to get away from his father anyways, to move out and possibly outside of the city. A normal life free of crime was tantalizing.
Caspar watched Phil as he spoke, a surprised look crossing his features. “Really? Is the business here? In town, I mean.” He hummed a low note. “It would be nice to get out of here once and for all, you know? Turn over a new leaf but leave the history behind as well. I don’t want it following us.” Their future was important to him, but it’d never been something he’d considered seriously as most days made it feel so bleak, as though they’d never get out of their weird rendezvous meetings once or twice a week.
At the last questions, Caspar laughed. “Ah, you’re so sweet. Losing weight? Hmf, I wish. I think I’ve actually gained a few pounds...” Caspar ran a hand teasingly down his body; he was slender to begin with, but any immediate sign of weight gain at all wasn’t evident, not under the slightly oversized shirt he wore. “People always harass me at that stupid bar,” he continued, “but... letting them know who my dad is tends to put them back in check. That, or I just deny them their alcohol.” He smirked. “I guess that’s a perk of working there, I sort of feel in charge some ways.”
Caspar watched Phil as he spoke, a surprised look crossing his features. “Really? Is the business here? In town, I mean.” He hummed a low note. “It would be nice to get out of here once and for all, you know? Turn over a new leaf but leave the history behind as well. I don’t want it following us.” Their future was important to him, but it’d never been something he’d considered seriously as most days made it feel so bleak, as though they’d never get out of their weird rendezvous meetings once or twice a week.
At the last questions, Caspar laughed. “Ah, you’re so sweet. Losing weight? Hmf, I wish. I think I’ve actually gained a few pounds...” Caspar ran a hand teasingly down his body; he was slender to begin with, but any immediate sign of weight gain at all wasn’t evident, not under the slightly oversized shirt he wore. “People always harass me at that stupid bar,” he continued, “but... letting them know who my dad is tends to put them back in check. That, or I just deny them their alcohol.” He smirked. “I guess that’s a perk of working there, I sort of feel in charge some ways.”