Flufftober Day 1: (GhostRoach) Lost Pet, Meet Cute
Pairing: Simon âGhostâ Riley/Gary âRoachâ Sanderson
Gary totally hasnât been freaking the fuck out. Itâs not because heâs forgotten his keys, or because he forgot to take his Adderallâno, itâs because thereâs a dog tugging at the cloth covering his leg with its brown paws, looking at him with doe eyes and a panting smile.
When youâre in a piss poor mood and open the door to see a happy canine at your doorstep, it would be surprising not to be shocked.
Especially when itâs trying to jumping up to reach the apple nestled in the fruit basket. Itâs only when Gary tosses him the apple that he thinks to check the tag attached to its collar (on second thought, maybe he did forget to take his medication), too focused on doting at its adorable features contrasting its large stature.
Examining the engraved words, he lets out a huff of amusement when it tries to nuzzle up against his hands. The tag displays the words âRILEYâ with a phone number for âDADâ.
He texts the phone number, unwilling to call a random stranger without an inarguable reason.
<< hey, i think i found your dog
>> Yup, thatâs her. Did she cause you any trouble?
<< no, but i did lose an apple in the process!
>> Haha, itâs her favorite.
<< i should probably return her to you
<< whatâs your address?
He waits patiently, watching the text bubble appear and disappear, before displaying the location.
Arriving at the address with an obedient dog in tow, he doesnât text the owner as heâs already opened the door and walking out to greet him.
And heavens, he doesnât believe in love at first sightâŚbut he can make exceptions. He stands before a blonde, curly-haired, six foot of a man wearing a mask akin to Sandersonâs own.
Scars litter the other manâs features, but the soft crinkle in his eyes when he gazes upon Garyâno, the dogâcould make a grown man cry. He hopes the other man blames his flushed face on October winds.
âWas lookinâ for you all morninâ,â the taller man murmurs lowly as he crouches to pet the eager canine, who is practically licking the skin off of his calloused hand.
He catches himself staring for far too long, sending a quick text that sends a buzzing to the pocket of the blonde manâs phone.
>> Nameâs Simon. Not much of a talker, are you?
He shakes he head when he looks up, trying to hide the shame that creeps into his expression. He knows itâs out of his control, but he really wishes that he could talk to the handsome man.
âItâs no big deal,â he hears Simon reassure, and somehow, it calms his nerves. He gives an awkward smile, even though itâs hidden beneath his mask.
<< i guess this is my cue to leave
>> Thank you for keeping her safe.
>> Wait, whatâs your name?
>> Itâs nice to meet you.
He shouldnât be feeling the warmth spreading throughout his chest and the sudden urge to grin like a madman; itâs only one day in the thousands heâs lived.
But itâs the start of a new beginning.
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