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It was a gray morning as dark autumn clouds covered the sky. Trees with now mostly-bare leaves reached up, and the whole scene outside just roared 'cold and hell.' But none of that really mattered to an equally cloud-gray-haired man, as he lay in early morning post-coital bliss with one arm wrapped around the love of his life, holding him to his side. Rough autumn winds rattled the window, and he looked over at it with a casual glance.

"We going to look at pups at the pound today?"

That had been the plan, hadn't it? It was rare that Billy had two days off in a row, especially with the holiday season at hand, but he did, and this was something that had been planned for a bit of time now.

If one looked on the coffee table in the livingroom, they'd find numerous classified ads for both pets and houses, as well as flyers for houses for sale, all which they'd continuously poured over, despite yet having the funds.

Soon, Billy thought, too content in this moment to be truly bothered.

Billy laced their fingrs together, while rubbing Ladon's back with is other hand.

"Just because we're looking, doesn't mean we have to buy."

Which was kinda the usual actually - shopping, unless it was for necessities, was usually more looking than actually buying. Looking didn't hurt, and it helped to give one a more clearer view of what they wanted, and what was realistic. When Billy would pass by the jewelry department at the store he worked at, he'd already known a real diamond wasn't realistic. Emeralds would have been his next go-to, but that was almost even more expensive. He was warming up to the thought of a nice sapphire. Now he was deciding between a classic blue sapphire, or one that simply looked like a diamond...

Regardless of color, Billy had looked in to the actual meaning of the stones as well, which was perhaps what drew him closer to his decision. "Stone of Destiny," and said to contribute to mental clarity and perception. Sapphire represent truth and loyalty, to wear one is to show devotion and faithfulness.

But that would come after the house. After the dog. After things were all settled. maybe he was simply biding time....

"So then, we should get cleaned up. Get dressed. We can catch breakfast out. I've kinda been wanting some Waffle House.." He said, althouh making no move to get up himself.

It wasn't like they couldn't just make whatever they'd get there, but it was less mess for them to clean up. And Billy admittedly kinda enjoyed the atmosphere. Especially on these blustery autumn days.

"Nah, the shower is all yours."

He'd just do a quick run with some warm water and a wash cloth. He wasn't that dirty, regardless of their earlier morning activities, anyway.

"I'll pick out our clothes," Billy said with that look in his eye that just said trouble. One couldn't trust that look, though. Billy just liked to tease and keep people on edge, and Ladon was such am amusing target.

Then he unceremoniously swept the covers off the bed. Muahahaha. Evil.

Billy just lay there laughing. Evil was fun.

"Alright then," he replied, finally sitting up and putting his feet on the floor.

By the time Ladon was done showering, Billy would be done picking out clothes and dressed.

He'd be wearing a white collared shirt with pale gray pinstripes under a loose black sweater, and medium-gray jeans. The ones that clung just right but didn't bunch up uncomfortably under the knee. As for Ladon, Billy picked out some jeans, a cream colored sweater., and lay a nice scarf with it.

If Ladon could see what Billy saw, then there would be no shame. Billy made no secret of how great he thought Ladon looked. Billy's own body was built sturdier than Ladon's, and had become toned on top of that. But like-wise, he had his own scars. But when he looked at his own scars, he thought nothing. Not shame nor pride, simply indifference.

"Hmn, I guess I should just be glad those cold hands of yours went up my shirt in stead of down my pants," He teased. "So, I didn't do too bad picking out your clothes, did I?" A smug smile followed as Billy combed back his hair.

Billy did not miss the sliding of hands, though luckily by now they were not as cold as before. he seemed to pay little mind.

"Well, I do try."

Billy always dressed well, save for his sleepwear. It was like compensation for his station in life, to dress better than his ranking on the social ladder. He had standards when it came to his wardrobe, and it was either meet those, or nothing at all. Which he wasn't ashamed to walk around the apartment stark naked either. But, they'd already been over that.

"So, to Waffle House, then. I hear a bacon egg and cheese melt calling my name."

"Anything seems possible in this damn city," Billy answered.

It seemed nothing was beyond the realm of impossibility anymore.

A brisk walk, catching a bus, and walking some more, and finally Billy opened the large glass door of the Waffle House for Ladon. The warmth the rushed out the door was pleasant, and he could feel his stomach rumble in hunger.

"Looks like there's a free small booth over there," he said as they entered the establishment.

"Coke," Billy replied.

Coffee was only good if he got to brush his teeth right after. He wasn't a fan of the aftertaste. Or breath.

Billy hardly had to look at the menu, he already knew what he wanted, but he'd wait to order until Ladon had decided, settling instead to blow the paper off of hi straw and at Ladon's forehead before sticking the straw in the glass.