WHO YOU CALLIN' BUMS, PAL | OPEN + HUMAN AU

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    But right now, he was just chilling outside. The weather seemed to have dropped finally, but it still wasn't cold enough for him to stop being stubborn and put on a damn coat or jacket or something. He just stuck with the jeans and t-shirts, but at least he'd started to wear the ones that weren't ripped. That had to count for something.


    Brushing his bangs out of his face with his hand, Alfred let out a long sigh and threw the few sticks he was holding in his other hand into the bonfire he'd lit earlier. The sky overhead was dark, and the last time he looked at his phone the screen had read 10:30 pm. And that was at least 10 minutes ago. He had some chairs out, in case anyone passing through wanted to sit and join in, and he'd texted Cass specifically asking if he wanted to be there. Mostly because a few, ahem, personal reasons. Nothing bad just...sh!t that you'd wanna cover the kids' ears for. Aha...


    That and he had a feeling he'd be a little busy for the next few days. He wouldn't have any time to sit down and chill with everyone else if he didn't do it now.


    After making sure the fire was big enough, Alfred took a few steps back and sat his ass down in one of the chairs he had pulled up, leaning back against it and staring at the night sky, trying to pick out constellations.


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    He had gotten the text, that was for sure. Maybe he was just so eager to get there that he forgot to respond to the text. Instead he was skateboarding over. 22 year old, still skateboarded because he couldn't get a licence for sh!t. The ground rolled under him, and he turned into the familiar driveway, stopping near the grass and kicking his skateboard up, holding it with a hand. Quietly he undid his helmet, letting it fall onto the grass while he walked over to them. He dropped the skateboard, too. Skating was a slightly easier way to get from place to place.




    Seriously, transport where you had to sit down...it was just a pain in the neck. Anyways, he had the baseball jacket on. Baseball jacket, shades and the nice ass shoes. Oliver had gotten him the clothes in town, and damn did he like them. He liked the whole baseball part of it, anyways. He really liked baseball. Aside from the hoodie and stuff, he had a scarf on. Strange, but hey he had one. The scarf went over his chin slightly. He'd just..gotten himself marked up pretty bad recently ,and he was taking the extra time to hide it. Adjusting his shades while he pulled the chair next to Alfred, he slowly took a seat, wincing a bit while he sat down.




    It wasn't because of back problems, thats for sure. It was just...he'd gotten his ass beat, and frankly everything hurt. He looked into the fire for a bit, the crimson and orange embers flickering against the frames of his shades, the shades that perfectly reflected the ghostly image of the fire. He stared at it for a bit, before reaching his hands out and sitting forward on his chair with a small grunt to warm them. The fire was warm and welcoming.




    When Cassius looked back at Alfred, he had a small smile on his face. He reclined a bit, putting a hand on top of theirs and leaning back in the chair with a small relaxed sigh. “You called, doll?” He finally said, exhaling. His breath was visible in the cold air. Of course he hated the cold. He hated the cold ,and that was his reason to be so close to Alfred. They where warm. A small pause, and he intertwined their fingers and leaned against them with a small yawn.




    Noice fire.




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