#open also

Mac sat in the clinic, compulsively checking his watch, tapping his fingers against his leg, wishing it wouldn’t look weird to flick open a swiss army knife and start whittling away at the wooden arm of the waiting room chair he was sitting in. It was a fucking STD screen exam, not a goddamn colonoscopy. Still, he couldn’t help but be embarrassed. And since he was at a free clinic, he’d been waiting for about forty-five minutes now. His coffee was long since cold, but it was better than nothing, and he needed something to occupy him.

Arcas has settled down, in a soft bed Cyrus set out for them on top of the bookshelf in his room. The Minior is asleep, or at least they look it, but the Luxio and Elekid are still running around. They really are like children, he thinks, as he tries to scoop them up.

If his heart could burst out of his chest, it would’ve at that point.

What's a boy got to do to get a shag around here?

Genderbent || OPEN

Red straightened gracefully as the lecture ended, dismissing her rather small class of music hopefuls. They all scurried away, eager for the rest and reprieve this gave them.