John

[silverhand_johnny]

Johnny had been busy entertaining Kerry, who was only in town for two more days, but Johnny had convinced to go enjoy a day of being a tourist on his own today. He loved the fucker, would miss him when he fucked back off to New York, but- He also could only deal with that love-sick puppy-dog gaze for so long. He needed a break- And to grab a couple of shirts he'd left at John's

"Open up, choom. I just need to grab my shit," he said as he knocked. Though it wasn't John who opened the door- It was some dinky looking twink in desperate need of a haircut.

"You're not the man who brings the fried fish," Fawn noted, tilting his head and leaning in to give Johnny a curious sniff.

"Who the actual fuck are you, and what middle school did John steal you from?" Johnny asked flatly.

"I am fawn, I don't go to school. ...I like your arm, it's shiny," the fae noted, reaching to touch it- Only to be lightly swatted away by Johnny.

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[silverhand_johnny]

"Your life is fucking weird, choom," Johnny replied simply.

[petty_dabbler]

"Don't I know it," he snorted. "And the cherry on top is there's something coming. Something from below. And that's all I've got to go on."

[silverhand_johnny]

"You know, I'm no quitter, but you could say fuck it and run of to Hawaii with your twink and just let London burn, man."

[petty_dabbler]

"Mate, that is so tempting, " John said. "But the boys pulling the strings would never let that happen."

[silverhand_johnny]

"Guess you're fucked then," Johnny laughed.

[petty_dabbler]

"At least the beer's good," he replied, draining his glass.