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[runningred]

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Jay lead Alfred upstairs. His room is nothing special; a rather large bed, a workshop style bench covered in sketched designs and half finished gadgets. There's a laptop and a detached robotic hand in here somewhere. The wardrobe is locked but locks are hidden, except to someone who might be looking.

"Drink?" Jay offers, nodding to the fridge and wet-bar in one corner.

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[runningred]

Good, because Jay is very comfortable. "Sounds like a plan. Although I suspect we are in slightly different professions. I don't have the confidence man's gifts." Taking a guess that it's Alfred's trade but not judging at all.

"Besides," He smiles and tugs at his white streaked forelock. "This makes me too conspicuous.

[morethanprops]

"There are ways to disguise that or use it. What would you say that you do?"

Moist reaches up to stroke Jay's hair and though he pauses when Jay figures out what he does, there's barely a reaction. He had a feeling that Jay would understand.

[runningred]

"It won't dye out. I've tried. It's something I'm stuck with." Jay huffs a little but half closes his eyes as Alfred touches his hair. He's such a cat for having his hair played with. "And it always grows back."

"Like I said, I'm a freelancer." Jay shrugs, "For the last few years I've worked as a trouble shooter for a very large, very dangerous organisation. Making sure things happen the way they planned them." He can't quite bring himself to use the words assassin or contract killer because it wasn't always the solution he used, unless he couldn't avoid it. "But they fired me so I'm on my own. Mostly now I design and build gear and equipment - scavenging any tech I can learn the basics of."

[morethanprops]

"Its interesting, makes you distinctive. Freelancing, as long as you don't get any blood into my jobs, we'll work out fine. Violence and my work get messy if mixed together,"

Jay's reaction is lovely so Moist keeps stroking his hair.

[runningred]

"It's a bloody nuisance." Jay growls but it comes out more like a purr.

He takes a long moment to answer. "I've seen enough violence in my time." And the history of scars on his body can attest. "I'm not keen for more."

[morethanprops]

"But a pretty one. Me too,"

He keeps petting and leans down to kiss Jay.

[runningred]

Jay wraps an arm around Alfred and pulls him closer, returning the kiss softly and sweetly. "This I like, far better."

[morethanprops]

"Yes, me too," He yawns as he rests against Jay.

[runningred]

Jay smiles and presses a kiss to Alfred's hair. "Stay the night?" There's a note of pleading. Just a slight one.

[morethanprops]

"I wasn't planning on moving until coffee was involved,"

As he's comfortable and has no desire to go anywhere.

[runningred]

Jay laughs softly and pulls the blankets up around them, settling in comfortingly. There's something so... warming about this. Sex is great but for all his casual fumbles here in Milliways, he's never found anyone willing to stay - to share the warmth and trust of a night's stay. It takes a considerable edge off the loneliness to hold someone in his arms and keep the nightmares at bay all night.

[morethanprops]

Moist always likes staying a night if he can, it insures him a place to be and Jay's nice and fairly uncomplicated.

[runningred]

Jay wakes early because that's what he's been training himself to do, trying to get back into a training routine. But waking up with someone warm and enjoyable in his arms is reason enough skip his morning run. He watches Alfred sleep with a soft smile, stroking his short hair.

[morethanprops]

The light and Jay's movement wakes Moist and he blinks up, if he doesn't have to get up early, he tends not to,

"Morning."

[runningred]

"Morning." Jay smiles softly, pressing a kiss to Alfred's forehead. "Go back to sleep. I'll get us some coffee."

[morethanprops]

"And pastries, Bar knows the kind I like,"

He smiles at the kiss, yawns and rolls over to sleep.

[runningred]

"Got her wrapped around your little finger already." Jay chuckles, pulling on some clothes to wander down to the bar.

He comes back with a big bag of pastries and two steaming coffees, the rich Turkish stuff he's developed a taste for. He doesn't wake Alfred at once but lets the smell waft.

[morethanprops]

The smell is wonderful and Moist yawns and stretches before getting up and pulling on his boxers,

"Nice way to wake up."

[runningred]

"The only way to wake up. That or room service at a five star hotel." He sets everything out on the table, sipping his coffee like a lifeline. "Oh god, I love this stuff. Comes from one tiny coffee house in the markets of Istanbul but here I can get it every day."

[morethanprops]

"I've seen something like it in Genua, but I like my coffee simpler," He grabs a pastry and takes a bite, "Mm, she's one of the few people who knows how to make proper walago."

[runningred]

"I don't know Genua. What's it like?" Jay helps himself to a pasty, not entirely convinced.

[morethanprops]

"Humid, swampy and fun,"

The pastry's actually from Uberwald but Moist won't volunteer that unless asked.

[runningred]

"Sound like Louisiana but I'm not I'm a fan of the humidity. And apparently I'm tasty to bugs." Jay chuckles.

[morethanprops]

"What's Louisiana like? I'm not too bad but I do burn easily,"

And that is something that can be a little too noticeable.

[runningred]

"Swamp mostly. Hot, humid and full of bugs. Why anyone would want to live there is beyond me." Jay chuckles. "I use to burn like that too but after a couple of months in Africa I tanned and stayed that way." Although it's starting to fade now.