#c;michael

A quiet giggle left Amelie’s mouth as she exited the bathroom, hoping that her plan will go as she wants it to. Walking up to where Michael was, she flopped down next to him on the couch, “I want to make dinner.” She stated with a nod of her head. “But, you don’t have like... half the ingredients that I need to make  Coq au vin.” She grumbled, turning her head to face him.

Michael raised his eyebrows as he looked over at Alex slowly. He ordered the other a drink, also ordering one for Alex. Walking over and sitting next to the other, Michael smile at the man. “Hey.” It was simple enough, a casual greeting that didn’t ask for much more than a basic conversation from the stranger.

Michael opened the door, quickly recognizing Marco. “I wasn’t expecting you.” Though Michael’s voice was fairly monotone, he was always happy to see Marco. Truth be told, if anyone else showed up to his door at this hour he’d probably slam it in their face, but the man had a soft spot for boys in need. “Come inside. You’ll catch a cold out there.” He moved to the side, allowing Marco to enter his house. “Forget a jacket? Or were you planning on staying the night?” He cracked a small smile, moving a step closer to Marco in order to peck the other’s cheek gently.