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Red Devil (H/A AU) - part 3
Funny how what I'd envisaged as pure crackfic is coming out quite serious, Maybe the "counter irritant" as ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
shezzawatto terms him, can lighten the tone?
Archie watched. He was good at watching, eyes darting and taking it all in, noticing everything even if he remained largely ignored. There was always plenty to take in at the Aquarium, business, pleasure and whatever else you could name. Today he’d been concentrating on the academic side, doing some observations of invertebrates to put into his thesis, working so hard he’d promised himself nothing more exciting than a nice meal, a bottle of beer and a long soak in the bath before bed. Friday night Boston was usually buzzing, although it might have to buzz without him unless he got a second wind.
Perhaps he’d hand a sop to his conscience, instead, by writing a long letter to his mother—a proper letter, on paper rather than sent via the electrons, as she called it. Kennedy money was funding his extended education so he’d better keep the old girl sweet. Unless something better came up, of course.
One of the things he had noticed was the awkward looking chap with the chocolate brown eyes and the unruly curls. He’d first spotted him through the glass of a free standing tank, the image distorted through water and overactive jellyfish. Superfast he thought, with a chuckle. Wonder if ol’ brown eyes would get the joke? He’d seen him another couple of times, clear enough to clock the fine cheekbones, gawky stride, uncompromising looking expression. Clear enough to put him in the “Fancy him enough to wonder if he’s gay” category.
Now Archie would have to angle a meeting—easy enough to do if you were next to some exhibit featuring particularly weird fish and could use the, “Funny looking thing, isn’t it?” gambit. If his luck was really in, this could be the “something better” and the letter to his mum might have to wait until tomorrow.
shezzawatto terms him, can lighten the tone?Archie watched. He was good at watching, eyes darting and taking it all in, noticing everything even if he remained largely ignored. There was always plenty to take in at the Aquarium, business, pleasure and whatever else you could name. Today he’d been concentrating on the academic side, doing some observations of invertebrates to put into his thesis, working so hard he’d promised himself nothing more exciting than a nice meal, a bottle of beer and a long soak in the bath before bed. Friday night Boston was usually buzzing, although it might have to buzz without him unless he got a second wind.
Perhaps he’d hand a sop to his conscience, instead, by writing a long letter to his mother—a proper letter, on paper rather than sent via the electrons, as she called it. Kennedy money was funding his extended education so he’d better keep the old girl sweet. Unless something better came up, of course.
One of the things he had noticed was the awkward looking chap with the chocolate brown eyes and the unruly curls. He’d first spotted him through the glass of a free standing tank, the image distorted through water and overactive jellyfish. Superfast he thought, with a chuckle. Wonder if ol’ brown eyes would get the joke? He’d seen him another couple of times, clear enough to clock the fine cheekbones, gawky stride, uncompromising looking expression. Clear enough to put him in the “Fancy him enough to wonder if he’s gay” category.
Now Archie would have to angle a meeting—easy enough to do if you were next to some exhibit featuring particularly weird fish and could use the, “Funny looking thing, isn’t it?” gambit. If his luck was really in, this could be the “something better” and the letter to his mum might have to wait until tomorrow.
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They tend to do that don't they? They're so earnest! Bless ;)
And yes, I'm enjoying it very much. Goes without saying, but I hope you'll post it to
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