Fenris

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7/9 1 am

Astarothe stepped into the florescent lighting of the fast food joint Fenris had told him he was in. His eyes immediately looked to the corner, where the dark haired man sat.

He walked over, his cane clicking as it landed on the tile. The doctor was adorned with leather, a far cry from his usual sweater and scrubs. The leather jacket was worn but clearly taken care of. His graying hair was half tied up. He looked good.

"There you are." He grinned at the younger man, "you order yet?"

Asta sat in the booth across from him and let his cane lay in the seat beside him. For a moment he examined the man; perhaps out of habit. It was easy to tell he'd had to much to drink. Greasy fast food would do that.

"Cheeseburger sound good? Fries?"

He let Fen tell him what he wanted before ordering for them both. Just a burger and some fries for himself though he made sure to get the other a water.

Not long after, their food arrived. Asta sorted it between the two of them.

"So pretty ya know" he mumbled leaning onto the wall. He didnt argue over the water at all, taking it and drinking it honestly faster than he should have, his throat still feeling dry from the drink he had and a disgusting after taste left over in his mouth.

Asta kicked his feet up on the other booth next to Fenris. Feeling relief as his body regulated itself.

The man looked over Fenris as he ate. They didn't often run into each other at work. Fleeting moments across the Ed at times but not much more. He never saw him outside of uniform. Not that he'd complain..

At the second question well his expression could only be described as a pout. "All them had some hot dates after the gig- flings- whatever-.. igot stood up they all kept drinking talkin me into it too- didnt wanna ruin the mood-" he downed the rest of his water and had finished most of his food already.

Subconsciously he rubbed his empty ring finger as the other man spoke. The rest were covered in old, thick rings.

"No, don't worry, it's a valid question. I got close once in my twenties but between my health and work I proved too much for him. Haven't really tried since." He started spinning the ring on his pointer finger to occupy himself, "I'm quite happy with life now though. I'm not upset with him anymore" he have a small smile.

"Oh-.. sorry i asked- I uh.. sorry-" Fenris looked sheepish embarrassed at having asked. "Didt mean to- upset you-"

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7/9 1 am

Astarothe stepped into the florescent lighting of the fast food joint Fenris had told him he was in. His eyes immediately looked to the corner, where the dark haired man sat.

He walked over, his cane clicking as it landed on the tile. The doctor was adorned with leather, a far cry from his usual sweater and scrubs. The leather jacket was worn but clearly taken care of. His graying hair was half tied up. He looked good.

"There you are." He grinned at the younger man, "you order yet?"

Asta sat in the booth across from him and let his cane lay in the seat beside him. For a moment he examined the man; perhaps out of habit. It was easy to tell he'd had to much to drink. Greasy fast food would do that.

"Cheeseburger sound good? Fries?"

He let Fen tell him what he wanted before ordering for them both. Just a burger and some fries for himself though he made sure to get the other a water.

Not long after, their food arrived. Asta sorted it between the two of them.

"So pretty ya know" he mumbled leaning onto the wall. He didnt argue over the water at all, taking it and drinking it honestly faster than he should have, his throat still feeling dry from the drink he had and a disgusting after taste left over in his mouth.

Asta kicked his feet up on the other booth next to Fenris. Feeling relief as his body regulated itself.

The man looked over Fenris as he ate. They didn't often run into each other at work. Fleeting moments across the Ed at times but not much more. He never saw him outside of uniform. Not that he'd complain..

At the second question well his expression could only be described as a pout. "All them had some hot dates after the gig- flings- whatever-.. igot stood up they all kept drinking talkin me into it too- didnt wanna ruin the mood-" he downed the rest of his water and had finished most of his food already.

Subconsciously he rubbed his empty ring finger as the other man spoke. The rest were covered in old, thick rings.

"No, don't worry, it's a valid question. I got close once in my twenties but between my health and work I proved too much for him. Haven't really tried since." He started spinning the ring on his pointer finger to occupy himself, "I'm quite happy with life now though. I'm not upset with him anymore" he have a small smile.

"Oh-.. sorry i asked- I uh.. sorry-" Fenris looked sheepish embarrassed at having asked. "Didt mean to- upset you-"

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7/9 1 am

Astarothe stepped into the florescent lighting of the fast food joint Fenris had told him he was in. His eyes immediately looked to the corner, where the dark haired man sat.

He walked over, his cane clicking as it landed on the tile. The doctor was adorned with leather, a far cry from his usual sweater and scrubs. The leather jacket was worn but clearly taken care of. His graying hair was half tied up. He looked good.

"There you are." He grinned at the younger man, "you order yet?"

Asta sat in the booth across from him and let his cane lay in the seat beside him. For a moment he examined the man; perhaps out of habit. It was easy to tell he'd had to much to drink. Greasy fast food would do that.

"Cheeseburger sound good? Fries?"

He let Fen tell him what he wanted before ordering for them both. Just a burger and some fries for himself though he made sure to get the other a water.

Not long after, their food arrived. Asta sorted it between the two of them.

"So pretty ya know" he mumbled leaning onto the wall. He didnt argue over the water at all, taking it and drinking it honestly faster than he should have, his throat still feeling dry from the drink he had and a disgusting after taste left over in his mouth.

Asta kicked his feet up on the other booth next to Fenris. Feeling relief as his body regulated itself.

The man looked over Fenris as he ate. They didn't often run into each other at work. Fleeting moments across the Ed at times but not much more. He never saw him outside of uniform. Not that he'd complain..

At the second question well his expression could only be described as a pout. "All them had some hot dates after the gig- flings- whatever-.. igot stood up they all kept drinking talkin me into it too- didnt wanna ruin the mood-" he downed the rest of his water and had finished most of his food already.

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7/9 1 am

Astarothe stepped into the florescent lighting of the fast food joint Fenris had told him he was in. His eyes immediately looked to the corner, where the dark haired man sat.

He walked over, his cane clicking as it landed on the tile. The doctor was adorned with leather, a far cry from his usual sweater and scrubs. The leather jacket was worn but clearly taken care of. His graying hair was half tied up. He looked good.

"There you are." He grinned at the younger man, "you order yet?"

Asta sat in the booth across from him and let his cane lay in the seat beside him. For a moment he examined the man; perhaps out of habit. It was easy to tell he'd had to much to drink. Greasy fast food would do that.

"Cheeseburger sound good? Fries?"

He let Fen tell him what he wanted before ordering for them both. Just a burger and some fries for himself though he made sure to get the other a water.

Not long after, their food arrived. Asta sorted it between the two of them.

"So pretty ya know" he mumbled leaning onto the wall. He didnt argue over the water at all, taking it and drinking it honestly faster than he should have, his throat still feeling dry from the drink he had and a disgusting after taste left over in his mouth.

The gig went great tonight, might have gotten a little drunk after...

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7/9 1 am

Astarothe stepped into the florescent lighting of the fast food joint Fenris had told him he was in. His eyes immediately looked to the corner, where the dark haired man sat.

He walked over, his cane clicking as it landed on the tile. The doctor was adorned with leather, a far cry from his usual sweater and scrubs. The leather jacket was worn but clearly taken care of. His graying hair was half tied up. He looked good.

"There you are." He grinned at the younger man, "you order yet?"

Asta sat in the booth across from him and let his cane lay in the seat beside him. For a moment he examined the man; perhaps out of habit. It was easy to tell he'd had to much to drink. Greasy fast food would do that.

The gig went great tonight, might have gotten a little drunk after...

The gig went great tonight, might have gotten a little drunk after...

The gig went great tonight, might have gotten a little drunk after...