Posts by sleepy lover boy

The tiny male couldn't do more than roll his eyes, "Whatever" He growled sassily, sitting down and glancing around the dusty room, his bright Amber eyes glistening with curiosity. He had never been down here before except when he was shoved down the stairs a few times. "Make a opposite replica of the good eye, last thing we need is me to be bruise boy and you getting reined in for drawing it. " He tried to make it sarcastic, honestly he did, but it sounded more like he was concerned. And he kinda was, he didn't want anyone hurting because of his actions.

"I have 2-4 hours, by the way, so can we try to make that work?" He asked in a seemingly uninterested tone.

He gently pushed the other back, behind the bar there was a spare bedroom, rentablt but workers got in for free. He shut the door behind them and let go of the other, taking a deep breath, "I cannot stand thissss old men looking at me like meattttttt" He said, cringing in disgust. Who wouldn't look at him like that though? He looked amazing, but would look better without the wig and contacts.

The other blushed a bit and sighed, "I expected the eyes, I personally think I'm just fat though. But I am a dancer here, well, Charles is" He muttered, stumbling a bit and glancing at his bruised wrists, taking the wig off as his red hair fell to his shoulders again. "But thanks. . . Just you know how creepy it is to see a 80 year old signalling you to dance for him. . . Ugh" He shivered and rubbed the contacts out of his eyes, sitting on the bed. "Sorry for dragging you down here"

"Oh whatever" He said softly before taking a deep breath and laying back on the bed a bit. When he laid down, his ribs became visible through the shirt. He sighed softly and sat up, looking up at Crowley. "I'm gonna hide in here till I have to dance again. . Do you can go if you want. I really don't mind" He said gently

Q blushed softly, it was noticeable tho because of the white lighting. He nodded softly and slid back into the bed. It was red velvet, fancy as he'll. He moved to the headboard and leaned his back on it, boredly looking around. "Out of every dancer I've impersionated, never have I ever had someone I kinda knew watch. It feels odd i guess." He laughed softly

The small male seemed to blush a bit more and laugh softly before hearing a knock on the door. "Charles! Your done dancing tonight, but a man dai he wants you in room 3. Big bucks." A man called causing Q to groan softly. "This I gonna fucking suck." He said, walking to the mirror and putting the wig and contacts back on.

Q stumbled a bit to Crowley. "Depends on the client. If respectful, 30 minutes. If handsy, upwards of one to two hours. There's security footage to the room so if I'm more than 30 minutes can you check?

The small male walked to the bed and lifted the matress, sliding out a hidden drawer and passing the other a tablet. "Password is 7624. Room 13." He said and took a deep breath, "Kill me" He muttered before walking out into the hallway and to the designated room.

//what should happen o4o

30 minutes. Nothing.

On the monitor, Charles was there, about to leave when the man grabbed his waist causing him to grumble a bit. "I'm sorry but I really gotta run. " "One more dance?" The man asked. He was in his late 40s maybe, looked strong. Q bit his lip and took a deep breath. "Sir, company policy states I don't have t-" The man tightened his grip causing 'Charles' to quiet down. "One more but then I need to go. ."

The man growled softly, shouting a "What?!" "That's probably my boss. . Your not my only client. . I-I'll be back" He said as Charles before sliding out and shutting the door, relieved to see Crowley. He hugged the other, blushing. "Thank you oh my god"

"Let's go" He said as an answer, walking down the hall and theu a back exit, sighing softly. "That fucking pervert" He muttered, taking the wig off as his red hair fell down to his shoulders again. He pulled it into a lazy pony tail and took out his contacts.

"Alright. I mean my back hurts but my legs feel like I'm soaring. Dancers high, wears off when ya sit" He laughed that adorable, chukfish laugh, putting a hand over his lips. "But overall decent" He hummed, stopping for a second and taking his heels off

"Other than changing, getting some tea and sleeping, nope." He said softly, smiling a bit. On the street, people were eyeing him down and some whistled and cat called, but some shamed him. And he didnt seem to care much, but whenever someone said freak or some homophobic slur, he would flinch slightly.

"I'll n in bed. Might not be asleep" He replied quietly, walking into the apartment complex and going up to his apartment, walking in and leaving the door open for Crowley, setting down the wig, contacts and heels before grabbing the tee shirt he was borrowing. He pulled I over his outfit then slid his arms in and slipped off the shorts and shirt without taking off the tee or lifting it. He slid his arms back thru the armholes and put the outfit pn the couch

". . I overthink when i try to sleep. I used to have James to help calm me down but its just me now" He chuckled to cover up how upsetting that was. He walked into the kitchen and got on his knees on in th counter, grabbing some tea and jumping down, beginning to boil water. "Want some?"

Q could not manage loneliness, which was shocking because of his work. He was actually a family oriented social butterfly, but his work didnt allow it. So at nigh when soon he got nervous. Especially the name calls on the street, those wouldn't help. He poured the water and got the o The French vanilla and himself lavender, it made him tiredish. He sipped his tea and sat down on the counter, letting his messy hair down.

"Not much. Other people, music" He replied, sipping his tea again and gently swinging his legs like a child would when they were bored. He felt tired all the time but sleepy tired, never. He had to force himself to sleep most the time

"Dunno." Q answered lazily, sipping his tea again and taking a deep breath, running his fingers thru his bright hair for a moment before sipping the tea again. "You should go. It's late and you need sleep. ." He was debating not saying that but he did, surprised with himself.

"Well it's late and i-I just assumed you needs sleep" He said quietly, truthfully he didnt want to be alone but he did think Crowley needed sleep

"Maaaybe" He muttered softly and chuckle a bit, nodding. "I might try"