an expected tryst || wayne & julius
⌜♥⌟ “Noah, how do I look?”
Julius does a little spin so the bird can get all angles, arms spread. He actually waits for a response with crossed arms and raised eyebrows. Noah, bless his heart, bobs his head and hops before wandering off to find the little measuring cup he likes to yell into.
That’s good enough for Juli. Really, he’s dressing to make himself feel good. He knows he looks great, but Noah has been his supporter the entire time he’s been living his little bird life, and Juli isn’t about to ignore him anytime soon. He reaches for his phone, heretofore abandoned on the counter, and shoots off a text after checking the time.
> ⌜To: W. ♥⌟ ready for dinner ♥ > ⌜To: W. ♥⌟ you still have my address, right?
It’s been a hot minute since he actually went on a date. A lot of his trysts have been spur-of-the-moment recently. He’s not thinking anything of it; nothing wrong with a casual date here or there. It’s not like he’s going to let himself get tied down only to be dragged below the waves to drown. This is just dinner, and hopefully a nice one at that. A nice night overall is the hope, really.
He reaches to scritch Noah’s head, and the bird chirrups lightly at him.
@summermemory
