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Accelerated breathing, excited shrieks and a deep voice mumbling. It wasn't clear if he was addressing himself or the two dogs, but neither parties seemed to care in the end. Jonathan dragged his worn Converses down the tiled hallway, the metal loops on the leashes clashing against each other with each swinging motion his body made. His messy chestnut hair dripped down the sides of his face, and his dry lips in need of some lip balm. Barks soon resounded as both bulldogs recognized the black Nikes of their owner, resting on the carpet that carried the small wooden coffee table. Snorting and moaning, they ran past the North Carolinian man, to be welcomed into the arms of a half blood Hispanic one. Smiling widely, Luis bent down to pet the two animals, pitching his voice to the one he used to be so adored for. "There they are! My little babies!"

Jonathan made his way into the kitchen, hanging the two leashes in their respective places, before turning around to face the giant, in post-its, pictures and shopping lists ridden fridge - his head slightly tilted, as Luis seemed to have joined him soon there after. The 30 year old pushed a brown strand of hair out of his face, only to frown and cross his oceanic eyes as that very strand now rested on his forehead, and tickled his nose bridge. He should really consider making an appointment at a hairdresser, yet knowing how scatterbrained he tend to be, Jonathan knew he'd forget all about it, until it stared him right in the face. Or .. when he went cross-eyed due to it staring him in the face. The man breathed out a puff of air, licked two fingers and pushed the hairs back. Luis still occupied with showering his pets in hands-full of attention, so Jonathan took it to himself to refill the bowls with fresh water. "Hey Lui.. You know the address to Evan's crib?" As he got back up from his bent position, he stared back into a pair of dark eyes. "Yeah, it's not far from here."

Luis responded, clapping his hands together to rid them of stray dog hairs - an disapproving expression on his face, as they tiny hairs floated around before tumbling down. "It's like a 20 minute drive. But you can ask him to take you on a tour yourself." He walked over to the sink, and held his hands under the small beam of water. "He's coming back over to finish working on my computer." A playful smirk now plastered on his face, and shown to his slightly younger friend as he peered over his shoulder. "Puppy's coming along great!"
Jonathan simply nodded. He stood next to the cooking island, leaning a little to the right with his left arm supporting his weight. "Ask him to come over then." He then said, interrupting the 32-year old man's actions abruptly. With a collection of foam and bubbles still populating his wet hands, Luis was quick to raise an eyebrow. "Now? .. Like right now?"

He shook his hands, instantly regretting it as the water spread all over the sink and the neighboring counter tops. "John, it's 8 in the morning.. I'm pretty sure the guy is still asleep." Drying his hands, Luis turned around to see Jonathan hadn't yet repositioned himself, nor did the stern expression leave his face. He was dead serious. "Don't care. Call him." The sounds of both Disparo and Severo sloppily licking away at their water bowls, the Hispanic man folded the somewhat wet towel in half, not sure if it were still usable in the kitchen now, or ready for to join the others in the laundry bin. "Call him yourself. Damn, Jonathan." Yet despite the fact that Jonathan's demanding demeanor got a tad onto his nerves, his conscience shared with him the reasoning behind said demeanor.

Jonathan's hidden, coated or masked desire to be near Evan.. The slightest hint of innocence underlining that, touched Luis in a way. A way in which he had recognized himself, and a position he clearly remembered being in, being it involuntary aside.

Annoyance sparked in the man's big eyes, and he contorted his cracked lips. The dark fabric of his oversized hoodie shifted in position, and the rolled up sleeves now slowly slid down his slender arms. His fingernails dance on the table leaf, his expression resembling one of a child that had been put in its place. He then looked up, blue meeting brown. "What time did you guys agree for him to come over?" Luis turned his head toward the clock that decorated the gray walls. "Around 5." He turned back to Jonathan. "He had to go to the gym at 3, and he said the should be back at 4:30. That way he has 30 minutes to shower and grab a bite before he comes over." Once again, Jonathan's expression fell, for it soon to be taken over by a frown and a small pout. Luis knew that he was fighting the urge to cross his arms and stomp his feet on the ground, but he knew Luis knew him in-and out - so he kept physically still. "Oh.." He said, averting his eyes, only to glue them on one of the many vibrantly colored post-its on the fridge doors. "But that's still far from now."

Luis breathed out a low-bass chuckle, then crossed both arms against his small torso. "How about you go check out some game stores or something, in the meantime?" A glint of wonder lit up in a pair of blue eyes, and dimples formed in a pair of freckled cheeks. Ah, summer was coming! Strange how Luis could keep tabs on the seasons, just by carefully reading Jonathan's skin. "You want to get rid of me or something?" Jonathan followed, now straightening his back. "You don't have to be physically away from the house." Luis smiled warmly. "Just from me." Jonathan's eyebrows drooped down, his pout intensifying.

"Why the fuck even?" Ah that face, he simply couldn't get enough of it. Deciding to put the kitchen towel to use in the future, Luis hanged it on over the kitchen tab. "Since I got nothing better to do at the moment, I figured I might as well do some cleaning around here." His smile deepened. "And I can't have cute boys from the North just lying around." A sigh was heard, and a set of arms swung loosely. "Fine. I'll just go play some games upstairs." Yet before he exited the kitchen, he turned back to look at Luis' amused expression. "All you had to do was ask, you know? Instead of passive-aggressively telling me to kindly fuck off."

"Alright." Luis said with a nod of the head. "Would you kindly go upstairs and play games for the next 4 hours?"

"Four hours?!"

"It's a big, fucking house, alright?" The Hispanic man held his arms up. "Just cleaning the living room, kitchen and dining room takes up to 2 hours. Don't even get me started on the upstairs and all the rooms, including the bathrooms.."

Jonathan cocked an eyebrow, arms firmly crossed. "And you thought it was a good idea to buy a big ass house. You know.. I could help. I'm not incapable." Gratefully, Luis returned the cocky smirk Jonathan had sent him. "That'd be a gift from above." And without further notice, the North Carolinian had unzipped his hoodie and draped it over one of the kitchen chairs. "Alright then. Just gimme the supplies and I'm on it. I'll do the upstairs and you do downstairs."

Description
Accelerated breathing, excited shrieks and a deep voice mumbling. It wasn't clear if he was addressing himself or the two dogs, but neither parties seemed to care in the end. Jonathan dragged his worn Converses down the tiled hallway, the metal loops on the leashes clashing against each other with each swinging motion his body made. His messy chestnut hair dripped down the sides of his face, and his dry lips in need of some lip balm. Barks soon resounded as both bulldogs recognized the black Nikes of their owner, resting on the carpet that carried the small wooden coffee table. Snorting and moaning, they ran past the North Carolinian man, to be welcomed into the arms of a half blood Hispanic one. Smiling widely, Luis bent down to pet the two animals, pitching his voice to the one he used to be so adored for. "There they are! My little babies!"

Jonathan made his way into the kitchen, hanging the two leashes in their respective places, before turning around to face the giant, in post-its, pictures and shopping lists ridden fridge - his head slightly tilted, as Luis seemed to have joined him soon there after. The 30 year old pushed a brown strand of hair out of his face, only to frown and cross his oceanic eyes as that very strand now rested on his forehead, and tickled his nose bridge. He should really consider making an appointment at a hairdresser, yet knowing how scatterbrained he tend to be, Jonathan knew he'd forget all about it, until it stared him right in the face. Or .. when he went cross-eyed due to it staring him in the face. The man breathed out a puff of air, licked two fingers and pushed the hairs back. Luis still occupied with showering his pets in hands-full of attention, so Jonathan took it to himself to refill the bowls with fresh water. "Hey Lui.. You know the address to Evan's crib?" As he got back up from his bent position, he stared back into a pair of dark eyes. "Yeah, it's not far from here."

Luis responded, clapping his hands together to rid them of stray dog hairs - an disapproving expression on his face, as they tiny hairs floated around before tumbling down. "It's like a 20 minute drive. But you can ask him to take you on a tour yourself." He walked over to the sink, and held his hands under the small beam of water. "He's coming back over to finish working on my computer." A playful smirk now plastered on his face, and shown to his slightly younger friend as he peered over his shoulder. "Puppy's coming along great!"
Jonathan simply nodded. He stood next to the cooking island, leaning a little to the right with his left arm supporting his weight. "Ask him to come over then." He then said, interrupting the 32-year old man's actions abruptly. With a collection of foam and bubbles still populating his wet hands, Luis was quick to raise an eyebrow. "Now? .. Like right now?"

He shook his hands, instantly regretting it as the water spread all over the sink and the neighboring counter tops. "John, it's 8 in the morning.. I'm pretty sure the guy is still asleep." Drying his hands, Luis turned around to see Jonathan hadn't yet repositioned himself, nor did the stern expression leave his face. He was dead serious. "Don't care. Call him." The sounds of both Disparo and Severo sloppily licking away at their water bowls, the Hispanic man folded the somewhat wet towel in half, not sure if it were still usable in the kitchen now, or ready for to join the others in the laundry bin. "Call him yourself. Damn, Jonathan." Yet despite the fact that Jonathan's demanding demeanor got a tad onto his nerves, his conscience shared with him the reasoning behind said demeanor.

Jonathan's hidden, coated or masked desire to be near Evan.. The slightest hint of innocence underlining that, touched Luis in a way. A way in which he had recognized himself, and a position he clearly remembered being in, being it involuntary aside.

Annoyance sparked in the man's big eyes, and he contorted his cracked lips. The dark fabric of his oversized hoodie shifted in position, and the rolled up sleeves now slowly slid down his slender arms. His fingernails dance on the table leaf, his expression resembling one of a child that had been put in its place. He then looked up, blue meeting brown. "What time did you guys agree for him to come over?" Luis turned his head toward the clock that decorated the gray walls. "Around 5." He turned back to Jonathan. "He had to go to the gym at 3, and he said the should be back at 4:30. That way he has 30 minutes to shower and grab a bite before he comes over." Once again, Jonathan's expression fell, for it soon to be taken over by a frown and a small pout. Luis knew that he was fighting the urge to cross his arms and stomp his feet on the ground, but he knew Luis knew him in-and out - so he kept physically still. "Oh.." He said, averting his eyes, only to glue them on one of the many vibrantly colored post-its on the fridge doors. "But that's still far from now."

Luis breathed out a low-bass chuckle, then crossed both arms against his small torso. "How about you go check out some game stores or something, in the meantime?" A glint of wonder lit up in a pair of blue eyes, and dimples formed in a pair of freckled cheeks. Ah, summer was coming! Strange how Luis could keep tabs on the seasons, just by carefully reading Jonathan's skin. "You want to get rid of me or something?" Jonathan followed, now straightening his back. "You don't have to be physically away from the house." Luis smiled warmly. "Just from me." Jonathan's eyebrows drooped down, his pout intensifying.

"Why the fuck even?" Ah that face, he simply couldn't get enough of it. Deciding to put the kitchen towel to use in the future, Luis hanged it on over the kitchen tab. "Since I got nothing better to do at the moment, I figured I might as well do some cleaning around here." His smile deepened. "And I can't have cute boys from the North just lying around." A sigh was heard, and a set of arms swung loosely. "Fine. I'll just go play some games upstairs." Yet before he exited the kitchen, he turned back to look at Luis' amused expression. "All you had to do was ask, you know? Instead of passive-aggressively telling me to kindly fuck off."

"Alright." Luis said with a nod of the head. "Would you kindly go upstairs and play games for the next 4 hours?"

"Four hours?!"

"It's a big, fucking house, alright?" The Hispanic man held his arms up. "Just cleaning the living room, kitchen and dining room takes up to 2 hours. Don't even get me started on the upstairs and all the rooms, including the bathrooms.."

Jonathan cocked an eyebrow, arms firmly crossed. "And you thought it was a good idea to buy a big ass house. You know.. I could help. I'm not incapable." Gratefully, Luis returned the cocky smirk Jonathan had sent him. "That'd be a gift from above." And without further notice, the North Carolinian had unzipped his hoodie and draped it over one of the kitchen chairs. "Alright then. Just gimme the supplies and I'm on it. I'll do the upstairs and you do downstairs."