That comment was a really sucky thing to do considering what Davin did for him and to him the entire night.
Bach shakes it off, combs his curls back and leaves the apartment in just his pants and some old slippers some guy left one day. Maybe they're Gabe's, but even if they would be his, he'd not want them back because they were covered in Bach cooties.
It's still silent enough in the streets of town to make Bach wonder at what time he left his house and if any food place will be already open. He follows his nose to the nearest bakery and smiles through the window at two guys, working the benches with dough and flour scattered everywhere. It takes him a few minutes of sooth talking and some promises about sucking off the both of them if they add some breakfast for him, but after fifteen minutes he leaves the place with two coffees, four slices of French Toast, some bacon and a breakfast burrito.
"Davin?" Bach knocks his own door. "You're still here? Because this toast looks too good, man. I might steal it."
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Date: 2014-11-05 07:28 pm (UTC)Bach shakes it off, combs his curls back and leaves the apartment in just his pants and some old slippers some guy left one day. Maybe they're Gabe's, but even if they would be his, he'd not want them back because they were covered in Bach cooties.
It's still silent enough in the streets of town to make Bach wonder at what time he left his house and if any food place will be already open. He follows his nose to the nearest bakery and smiles through the window at two guys, working the benches with dough and flour scattered everywhere. It takes him a few minutes of sooth talking and some promises about sucking off the both of them if they add some breakfast for him, but after fifteen minutes he leaves the place with two coffees, four slices of French Toast, some bacon and a breakfast burrito.
"Davin?" Bach knocks his own door. "You're still here? Because this toast looks too good, man. I might steal it."