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[ Q is not entirely sure how he feels about this. It's one thing to go out together in public. It's something else entirely to go to each other's residences. Isn't there a sort of implication when you're invited over?
Yet, for all their play, Q does not nor has not felt pressured into anything from Arthur. Hinted at, joked about, but not expecting. He isn't sure how he can draw that conclusion with their limited interactions. He supposes that, all in all, Arthur seems like a decent person. A much more rational part of his mind reminds him of how terribly he deals with these situations. It's-- Sex is complicated. And he should stop worrying. It was very clear they are drinking and watching movies together. That's it.
He finally knocks on Arthur's door. The address did not surprise him one bit. It's a high end trendy area because of course it would be. You couldn't live in a bad neighborhood with the kind of money Pendragon Industries makes.
Considering the informality of their location, Q is in a plain navy t-shirt, dark grey cardigan, and jeans. He raises his hand to attempt to fix his hair. What's the point? Arthur's probably seen it at its worst already from stressful days on the job. A job that should have been simple is providing a few bumps that can't quiet be solved with genius alone. He pushes his bangs further out of the way instead and waits with hands now awkwardly fiddling with their respective sleeves for a lack of something to do.
As worried as he was a moment ago, he's also rather glad. Arthur is surprisingly good company date or not. ]
Yet, for all their play, Q does not nor has not felt pressured into anything from Arthur. Hinted at, joked about, but not expecting. He isn't sure how he can draw that conclusion with their limited interactions. He supposes that, all in all, Arthur seems like a decent person. A much more rational part of his mind reminds him of how terribly he deals with these situations. It's-- Sex is complicated. And he should stop worrying. It was very clear they are drinking and watching movies together. That's it.
He finally knocks on Arthur's door. The address did not surprise him one bit. It's a high end trendy area because of course it would be. You couldn't live in a bad neighborhood with the kind of money Pendragon Industries makes.
Considering the informality of their location, Q is in a plain navy t-shirt, dark grey cardigan, and jeans. He raises his hand to attempt to fix his hair. What's the point? Arthur's probably seen it at its worst already from stressful days on the job. A job that should have been simple is providing a few bumps that can't quiet be solved with genius alone. He pushes his bangs further out of the way instead and waits with hands now awkwardly fiddling with their respective sleeves for a lack of something to do.
As worried as he was a moment ago, he's also rather glad. Arthur is surprisingly good company date or not. ]
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It's Friday night. Which means it's been an entire week since his apartment has received any TLC. In short, it was pretty fucking messy. Q might not appreciate the effort Arthur himself went through to clean and make his loft presentable, but he just can't bring himself to leave the place as is.
Q must be a pretty special guy if he inspires Arthur Pendragon to clean.
That business is taken care of a good hour before Q arrives, which gives him a decent amount of time to get out of his cleaning clothes and into jeans and a navy blue polo shirt.
He opens the door, brightening up once he confirms it's Q, and motions for him to come in. ]
You're right on time. That's a big thing for you, isn't it?
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Relatively. I prefer it.
[ Some people lost their minds about being late. Q realized there are some forces out of your control.
He enters and does the regular wintertime ritual of removing coat, hat, shoes. ]
Thank you for having me. [ He says as he finishes hanging up everything. Once it's done, he turns to his host. ] I have to admit, I wasn't expecting your flat for a second date.
[ Grins are much more common with Q around Arthur. That alone makes him special. He just might steal some glances around the place. This is a very high end address after all. It's not quite as neat and sterile as he imagined. Nothing to do with Arthur or his personality, but weren't these places always because of cleaning staff? ]
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[ Not that he hadn't enjoyed seeing Q let loose and dance-- quite the contrary. It'd just been difficult to talk and enjoy each other's company when they were surrounded by dozens of other people.
Arthur knows that he shouldn't expect anything more than what they agreed to do. Movie-watching. Strangely enough, he's alright with that. It took a special kind of person to earn his patience, seeing as he had very little of it. ]
What did we agree on? Horror movies? Oh, and make yourself at home.
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[ He's a little distracted looking around as he brushes away that worry. There's something very intimate about seeing someone's residence. Who knows. Arthur might secretly collect My Little Pony.
He smiles, partially at the idea and partially at Arthur. ]
Isn't that essentially accidental comedy? [ Most horror movies, anyway.
But, well, he has the invitation to make himself at home. He walks to the living room area, where he assumes they will be. There is a television there, anyway. He settles on the couch, hands on his lap out of habit. ]
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He laughs, fetching the remote from the coffee table as well as three DVDs. ]
So you're one of those types, are you?
[ Arthur, on the other hand, is easily startled. Not that he's going to make this fact known just yet. ]
Your pick. We could go with a classic-- The Exorcist, Texas Chainsaw Massacre, or...
[ He looks at the third DVD, which will go unnamed in case you want to insert a name. ]
Hmm. Never seen this one.
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He leans forward to look at the third movie and lets out a light laugh. ]
That one. Insidious. [ He leans back and relaxes a little more. ] You won't regret it.
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Alright.
[ But wait-- ]
You've already seen it?
[ Didn't that mean he wouldn't get as much out of it? ]
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He nods and says no more, looking up at Arthur expectantly. It's a terrible film with loads of actually rather good jump scares (in that they did their job). Isn't that the best kind of horror film to have? A scary one?
Go on, the calm and pleased look Q gives says. ]