[PRP] Have you seen yourself lately? (Horace & Elliot) FIN

[The Semblance of Unity]

"Think so," he smiled placidly. "What's the first time called then - just the tip?" Horace sent a text to the number.

saedusk

Text to: Elibutt
😘 you dont want me to text you?

 

[saedusk]

Horace might not have expected, who knew, but Eli appreciated a good joke as much as the next guy. Especially sex jokes—call him easily amused. He snerked and didn't even try to cover it up.

"Sounds about right." All the while he was checking Horace's text, adding the number to his contacts, coming up with a perfectly suitable and probably predictable name. "You'll text me the details for our first time, won't you?" he asked, only to add via text:

The Semblance of Unity

Text to: Wardrobe Malfunction

about as much as I want an std darling 💖

 

[The Semblance of Unity]

He snorted at the text. "Of course. Unless you've got a particular restaurant preference?"

saedusk

Text to: Elibutt
sweetheart, all my texts come w condoms unless you prefer not to saddle up for the ride

 

[saedusk]

"No, no, I think I'll take your recommendation. Never hurts to try new things." Elliot didn't put his phone away, but he did shift his weight again like he meant to start walking. Not long after he said, "If you'll excuse us, though, we need to get going. There are chores waiting at home, unfortunately."

Ah, the life of your average man. If nothing else, Eli had long since gotten used to living paycheck to paycheck while doing all his own chores.

"I'll see you around, Horace. Keep in touch." Pascal bumped affectionately against Horace's leg as they moved around and started their walk again. It was like he wanted to say keep in touch, too. And don't forget to pet me more next time.

Only when they were down the sidewalk did Eli finally reply back to the text.

The Semblance of Unity

Text to: Wardrobe Malfunction

I like a man who's prepared