#feemarraine

These were the tasks that really ruffled Che’s feathers. This was the shit that was just demeaning, not only for him but for whoever the errand was for. Yes he was an errand boy at best but most of the time he got to go out and be as stealthy as the liquid night, he got in places he should never have imagined existed and he spoke to people the likes you would never dream up. And then there was delivering a toothbrush to Farishka’s ex wife. He used a facecloth to carry it because he wasn’t stupid enough to think this bad boy hadn’t been tampered with and he didn’t even want to think about where it might have been before he was instructed to lift it and return it. 

He bounced back and forth like he was dribbling a soccer ball as he rapped on the door to the familiar apartment. He knew the ins and outs of this place, having previously had to break in at least once... though he didn’t know if Ida knew abou any of that. If she didn’t he sure as hell wasn’t going to tell her. 

It occurred to him as he stood on the welcome mat that he still had her number and could have called ahead, at least to find out if she was in. Stupid Che. He didn’t want to be holding this toothbrush any longer than he had to.

🍰what’s my muse’s guilty pleasure?

Luke doesn’t let a lot of people know, but he really, really, really loves breakfast at all times of the day. If he could have pancakes or waffles for every meal, he would. And if he’s ever given free rein in a kitchen that’s all he’ll make for anyone willing to sit down long enough for a meal.