Post by Mihai Chimet on Nov 20, 2014 7:37:10 GMT -8
He sighed, feeling the weariness in his bones as traffic slowly wound on. Work had been unexpectedly busy the past few days, thanks to a colossal fuck-up by one of their rookies that had each and every one of his superiors working overtime on damage control. It inevitably meant more time spent on the job for Mihai, who qualified as perhaps the most charmingly evasive employee who had more than a few reporters wrapped around his finger. He didn't mind it so much (much more entertaining than paperwork, which he'd been able to push off to other coworkers in return for managing the PR crisis), but nearly eight hours a day consisting of press conferences with the public and more private conferences with a few select reporters exerted its own share of mental and emotional toll. He wanted to go home and go to sleep without dealing any more with people, but he was rather reminded of the fact he'd not eaten since breakfast by the empty ache in his stomach. Which probably meant a restaurant trip, because he was definitely not in the mood to cook for himself.
When traffic stopped for the fifth time, he groaned and dropped his head against the steering wheel. Goddamn rush hour. Goddamn people. It wasn't an entirely new, but definitely a rare, thing for him to want desperately to be away from the rest of humanity, but it seemed that today was such a day. Except, the road to his right caught his eye. He knew he could take that street to get to a certain casino—more importantly, to someone who lived near there. He considered the possibility, biting at his lip. People were people, but Francis was a slightly different matter… He was always awfully kind, and Mihai could count on food and being able to talk freely; that is, not have to worry about how to best conduct himself for The Independent to write well of CI. And come to think of it, because of the added workload, he hadn't really met up with anyone for fun for awhile ("fun" as in actual enjoyment—God knows Francis had already made it clear he didn't want to continue that aspect of their relationship anymore, and he certainly has not had a lack of it, seeing as it worked so well as a gentle persuasion to get journalists on his side).
As the car in front of him started inching forward again, he decided 'fuck it,' and veered off to the right and down the street towards Fortuna Magnus. The traffic on the way wasn't much more pleasant, but at least the drive there was shorter than the drive home would have been. Hopefully, the congestion would be cleared up by the time he headed back, but for the moment he would take comfort in the fact that he was pulling into the parking lot. If Francis didn't have any guests over, he would probably be fine with Mihai showing up unannounced—it was often his habit anyway, and Francis had always been so indulgent with him. It was an attribute of his that Mihai appreciated—there was something lovely about being comforted and doted on, and at least that hadn't changed after the break-up of their physical relationship. Though that would have been nice to keep too, but he was capable of the occasional give and take.
Arriving at Francis' door and ringing the doorbell, he felt a small rush of relief. Soon enough he would have a little reprieve from stresses of the day, and he hoped Francis would have the time for him. It would've been disappointing to make the impromptu detour for nothing. He didn't have to wait long though, no more than a minute before the door swung open and he was met with Francis' familiar blue eyes (they always made him feel like he could melt into that gaze, soft and warm like velvet and there was little that could've been more comforting in that moment). "Hey," he greeted with a small smile, dulled from its usual cheer by weariness. "Hope you don't mind the intrusion." Francis wouldn't, he knew, but there was a cheekiness in the courtesy anyway—he usually made himself welcome, intrusion minded or not, though Francis was one who actually seemed to welcome his improvised visits.
When traffic stopped for the fifth time, he groaned and dropped his head against the steering wheel. Goddamn rush hour. Goddamn people. It wasn't an entirely new, but definitely a rare, thing for him to want desperately to be away from the rest of humanity, but it seemed that today was such a day. Except, the road to his right caught his eye. He knew he could take that street to get to a certain casino—more importantly, to someone who lived near there. He considered the possibility, biting at his lip. People were people, but Francis was a slightly different matter… He was always awfully kind, and Mihai could count on food and being able to talk freely; that is, not have to worry about how to best conduct himself for The Independent to write well of CI. And come to think of it, because of the added workload, he hadn't really met up with anyone for fun for awhile ("fun" as in actual enjoyment—God knows Francis had already made it clear he didn't want to continue that aspect of their relationship anymore, and he certainly has not had a lack of it, seeing as it worked so well as a gentle persuasion to get journalists on his side).
As the car in front of him started inching forward again, he decided 'fuck it,' and veered off to the right and down the street towards Fortuna Magnus. The traffic on the way wasn't much more pleasant, but at least the drive there was shorter than the drive home would have been. Hopefully, the congestion would be cleared up by the time he headed back, but for the moment he would take comfort in the fact that he was pulling into the parking lot. If Francis didn't have any guests over, he would probably be fine with Mihai showing up unannounced—it was often his habit anyway, and Francis had always been so indulgent with him. It was an attribute of his that Mihai appreciated—there was something lovely about being comforted and doted on, and at least that hadn't changed after the break-up of their physical relationship. Though that would have been nice to keep too, but he was capable of the occasional give and take.
Arriving at Francis' door and ringing the doorbell, he felt a small rush of relief. Soon enough he would have a little reprieve from stresses of the day, and he hoped Francis would have the time for him. It would've been disappointing to make the impromptu detour for nothing. He didn't have to wait long though, no more than a minute before the door swung open and he was met with Francis' familiar blue eyes (they always made him feel like he could melt into that gaze, soft and warm like velvet and there was little that could've been more comforting in that moment). "Hey," he greeted with a small smile, dulled from its usual cheer by weariness. "Hope you don't mind the intrusion." Francis wouldn't, he knew, but there was a cheekiness in the courtesy anyway—he usually made himself welcome, intrusion minded or not, though Francis was one who actually seemed to welcome his improvised visits.
@france: Sorry babe he's definitely using you.
