An asset to East/West relations

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breakfast time

It was still entirely too early to be awake, at least in his mind (before he’d started playing, Freddie was unsure that five in the morning was even a time) but there he was, the floor damn near radiating cold through his shoes as he stood in front of the mirror tying and retying the tie around his neck before abandoning it completely.

“I’ll try again today. You know how things get to me.” He sighed, blowing an errant strand of hair from his face and trying a smile. For the past few days he’d been skipping meals entirely, aside from scraps pilfered from someone else’s plate, because something had put him off eating completely. It wasn’t nerves (he knew he had this match in the bag), so what was it?

Freddie resigned himself to letting Florence get him in order once again, fighting back the unpleasant tingling in his fingertips that usually happened when someone was too close or touching him.

“Do we know the schedule for the day, or is it late again?”

“I do know,” Florence said, trying to keep her voice from carrying the other times they’d had this conversation over the years. It wasn’t like he didn’t try to take care of himself, despite how it felt sometimes. At the same time, she wished he would try a little harder to make sure that he at least was eating more than what she let him steal off of her own plate.

“There,” she said softly as she finished brushing the last of the few tangles from his hair. She quickly mussed it up to the casual look of disaffectedness Freddie liked to project before removing her hands fully from his person.

breakfast time

It was still entirely too early to be awake, at least in his mind (before he’d started playing, Freddie was unsure that five in the morning was even a time) but there he was, the floor damn near radiating cold through his shoes as he stood in front of the mirror tying and retying the tie around his neck before abandoning it completely.

“Mm.” Freddie gave an inelegant shrug, rubbing at an eye with one hand while trying to put his hair back in some semblance of order with the other. He wasn’t the best of conversationalists even when he was awake, so it was a wonder speech even happened this shortly after getting up. Still, it wasn’t an awful thing that Florence was the only one awake most times; he’d prefer her over his agent any day.

“As long as it’s quiet and has coffee, I’ll make do. I don’t think I can deal with being cooped up in the suite and eating the same thing I’ve had for the past week.”

“I think I can probably manage to find you coffee at a café,” Florence said with a small chuckle.

Crossing her way from the door over to Freddie, she grabbed a brush from on top of his dresser. She gestured towards him with it before placing it gently against his scalp to try and achieve what so far his hands had not quite managed on their own.

breakfast time

It was still entirely too early to be awake, at least in his mind (before he’d started playing, Freddie was unsure that five in the morning was even a time) but there he was, the floor damn near radiating cold through his shoes as he stood in front of the mirror tying and retying the tie around his neck before abandoning it completely.

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