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"Not particularly muscle." he said with a smirk. "Just anyone who wears their clothes well and is healthy and confident. I like good skin and hair. Muscle is just a ******** bonus in some places, a bit of washboard abs never hurt anyone mate."

He tapped his chin thoughtfully. He wasn't too picky when it came to people looking good. "Good estimation though, clearly a dude with a good eye."

Fred laughed as if at some private joke. "Oh so much fun mate."

"Mhm." Fred said in a hum. "Of all shapes and sizes generally. Most of my life was spent having way too much fun. Less to be found here, that's for sure but give me some time and I'll find a way of having some."

"Naturally it does." Fred said with a smile. "In the past it was almost always women, as a rule. My line of work didn't have very high opinions of people who were flexible."

He waved a hand vaguely. "But now I'm here, who is going to stop me?"

There was a moment where it was possible to see the instant where Fred realised where he'd ended up, at a point where there was no rational reason why not to just go with what was happening. It would probably be fine, even if right now things weren't entirely in a place they'd hoped they'd be so to speak it would sort itself out.

"Is that a proposition I hear there mate?" he said with a smirk. "Because I'd like to find out how flexible up close and personal like, if you're offering."

Fred at the very least wasn't one to be rattled for very long, even in spite of what he might have been feeling or thinking underneath

"Fine with me mate. Just name the where and the when and I'm there. Not due at work for some time either."

The guy was good looking, friendly and would no doubt be a lot of fun, there was no reason at all to say no.

"My room isn't far." he said, mentally cursing himself for the untidy mess he'd left the place in last time. "Though I'm also perfectly fine with any suggestion you might have as to location mate. Not a complicated guy here really."

He was taken by how astonishingly easy it was to randomly hook up with someone here and wondered if it was just because men were more straightforward as a whole.

With a nod and a smirk, Fred turned and led the way back to his room. He'd managed to get an upstairs dorm rather than the dungeon and it wasn't too far to walk. He fished out his keys and unlocked the door.

"Excuse the mess mate, I wasn't expecting company."

The room inside was, for the most part tidy, with a set of patterned curtains he'd clearly made himself out of an expensive and silky fabric. The bed also had some sheets which were far from standard issue. The mess he referred to however was a runic sewing machine sitting on the small table in the corner of the room surrounded by works in progress, some of which were pinned to a board on the wall to give some semblance of organisation. He had carefully seperated this area from the rest of the room, doing his best to keep it tidy. The rest of the room was two wardrobes, one of which he'd bartered from someone else

"One day I'll get a work room." he said. "But not right now m'afraid."

He realised that now things were getting down to the wire that it would be really great if he could get his interest up so to speak but he was not having any luck at all.

"Make yourself at home."

Fred wasn’t sure how he was supposed to conceal the fact that his body wasn’t playing ball right now so he decided not to, just to wing it in the hope that things would be fine. He’d been hoping that the root of the problem before would have been that everyone was women. It seemed like it wasn’t and that the issue ran even deeper than that. Frustration only made it worse, the pent up feeling of irritation at the fact this was going to completely ruin everything growing by the minute. November would potentially be offended and all in all it was going to be horrible. And yet at the same time he was confident it would be fine, both thoughts co-existing in a way where they didn’t interact.

He smirked confidently and made his way over to the bed, reaching out to lazily run a hand along the other man’s shoulder as he sat. “So how do usually like it?” he asked.