𓆩♡𓆪 𝓒laire
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𓆩♡𓆪 𝓒laire
@WingedRedfield
We really gotta stop meeting like this, @OnBladesEdge | The Devil to my Angel, @RedgraveRebel

"Oh that ol' thing? Naw, I was just cuttin' loose a little." He rubs the back of his neck with his right hand and moves it to wipe the sweat from his brow. "Glad to see ya not staring fuckin' daggers at me for once." He smirks.

"Yup. Leave it to me, darlin'." A little wink, working quickly at his breakfast and then reaching up to stretch, hands on his stomach to pat it, satisfied. "Welp, I'm fueled for the day. Hoping it goes by quick, I miss ya already." He shoots her a charming grin.

trying his ass off to impress her. "Hey there, cupcake. Wasn't expecting to see you here."

He shoots her a little wink, silently accepting her offer. For now, though? He's gunna shred his ass off for the rest of the set to really impress her! ...not that he cares or anything.

He notices her in the crowd and suddenly he feels a bit of... bashfulness? Naw, couldn't be that. It does, however, lead him to make direct eye contact with her and point at her after a pretty sick guitar solo, giving her a little finger gun.

He can be heard nearby in an impromptu jam session.


Only to her friends she is, or at least she tries to be.

"Seem doable?"

"Oh, you know... Nothing any Spider-Man wouldn't do." Was he blushing? Maybe just a little. With a nod, he lifted his mask up over his nose, revealing his toothy grin (and red stained cheeks).

He helps her serve the meal, plating everything and placing the pots and pans in the sink before taking his seat. "Thanks for breakfast, cutie."

"Like you weren't gunna get one anyways? C'mon." He takes a whiff as the smell hits his nose but at her comment he makes it a point for his gaze to land on her legs before responding. "Yeah... Me too."

He rolls his eyes, leaned back against the counter with one arm and holding his mug of coffee with the other. "Wear something nice. I dunno. Just thought it'd be nice to go on a date date or something." He snickers softly.

"You'll see." Maybe he wanted to be a little cryptic and tease. As she continues fussing over breakfast, he just watches her, admiring her in that cute little nighty. He sure felt like a lucky fucker.

“No thanks needed Claire. You helped me when I needed it and I figured I’d return the favor. I know you’d do the same if the roles were reversed.” Tossing the empty vial in a nearby garbage can as he offered her a ride home in his Porsche.





