xx. wake up call [alexis]

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꧂ꕥ꧁ ❝ admidst the mists and coldest frosts; with stoutest wrists and loudest boasts; he thrusts his fists against the posts, and still insists he sees the ghosts.❞ ✄ coding and layout cadeparade song outfit wordcount 639 tag Alexis García

Sunlight streamed through the large window in the bedroom, shining right in his face. Arguably not the worst way he's woken up before, unpleasant regardless. Ezra groaned, rolling onto his other side lazily. At least his bed was here now. He'd rather burn that air mattress than use it ever again. He hazarded a look at the clock on his nightstand and the bright red numbers notified him it was seven in the morning. He laid there momentarily, willing himself to go back to sleep but it was no use. When he was up, he was up. He dragged himself out of bed begrudgingly, heading for the en suite bathroom and running the shower as soon as got there.          Not fully awake yet, but getting there, he headed into the kitchen after his shower and started the coffee maker up. Staring blearily at the wall, he zoned out, until the high pitched beeping brought him back to reality . Almost automatically, he pulled the pot off the maker and poured himself a cup, using his favorite mug he'd had to grab out of one of the many boxes perched on the countertop. Fishing his lighter out of the pocket of his robe, he carried the brew towards the living room, settling on his couch. Boxes were  piled up around him, and the walls were barren. He still hadn't quite gotten around to unpacking. Not that he'd admit it to anyone but he was sort of afraid of what he'd find. His friends had been helping him with packing up most of his stuff, so while everything was neatly labelled, he didn't know where all the emotional time-bombs in the house were. Pictures, memory boxes, the album with Helena's lock of hair from her first haircut. He was a little afraid he'd go through one box and just start crying. It was more than enough to dampen his enthusiasm. He took a sip from the mug, scalding his tongue and cursing quietly. Jonah looked up from his bed in the corner, but upon seeing Ezra looking alright, put his head back down.           All at once, he heard pounding at the door. He looked at the time on his phone. It was only seven thirty. Who in the blazes would be knocking on his door at seven thirty in the morning. With a joint poised between his lips, he set his coffee down and sighed. He lit the end with his lighter and set it alongside the cup. Taking a long drag, Ezra stood. The pounding on the door and he let out a indignant noise.           "Cannae get a sec mate? I heard you. God save the queen." Taking another long drag, he blew the smoke out through his nose and opened the door. The bright sunlight hit him directly and he let out a dramatic pained noise, squinting his eyes at a head of curly brown hair.  He blinked, trying to adjust to the bright light. It was Alexis. At his door. At seven in the morning. Well that meant his plans for the afternoon of taking a Xanax and passing out in the living room were out now. Or were they. He finally had the sense to shield his eyes from the sun, looking down at Alexis and starting with,            "How do y'know where I live? Actually, don't answer that, I probably don't want to know." He stepped aside, a wordless invitation to come in, and started his way down the hall, looking back before turning into the kitchen.               "I've just brewed some coffee. Help yourself to it. Mugs are in the box next to the sink. Haven't quite gotten around to unpacking all the way so it's a little messier than I'd like." He noticed the bag in Alexis' hand and quirked a brow, eyes narrowing.               "What's that for?"

[Alexis García]

Alexis took in one last look at his penthouse that he lived in with his three band mates, soaking it in. While he'd never admit it to anyone, he got homesick frequently. As far as he was concerned, the guys that lived here resembled family to him, the rest being in Spain and his brother being in God knows where in America. He wasn't sure how long he'd have to be on this assignment, and the uncertainty bred a growing separation anxiety in his gut. He knew he could always come back to grab things or visit, but he'd have to likely drag Ezra along. His band mates were unpredictable, but he doubted they would all welcome the man with open arms. So, he imagined most of the days would be at Ezra's place. Shutting the door to the penthouse behind him and locking it, he dug into his jeans pocket. Inside was a crumpled piece of paper that had Ezra's address on it. Taking one last wallowing look at the door to his home, he picked up his heavy feet with a longing to return home already, and made his way down to a taxi that honked in anticipation. Normally, he'd opt for more luxurious transports, but this operation required some subtlety on his part.

The drive wasn't too far. He was surprised to find that Ezra wasn't in Haven, the rougher part of town. The fact that Ezra had a job as an engineer at all just didn't fit the description. Every time he looked at Ezra, he got a bit more of a tattoo artist vibe, or something a bit more art like and tragic. Certainly he hadn't anticipated he'd be working for a man of science. It was early in the morning for some, but Alexis himself woke up about five-thirty in the morning each day anyways, so he was rather acclimated to the early hours. He never missed a day without watching the sun rise above the city skyline from the view in their penthouse. He didn't have that luxury back on his farm back home. Paying the taxi driver, he got out, looked at the crumpled slip of paper once more for his apartment number, and soon found himself upon the door.

Taking in a deep breath, he lifted his hand and knocked harshly on the door a couple of times. Alexis was convinced that there was no way in hell Ezra would be up at this hour, and gave a couple more firm knocks, his knuckles red at the exertion but assuming he was attempting to wake up a sleeping beauty. Or perhaps in this case, beast.. he thought, making himself smile. Tapping his foot impatiently, he stared at the ground, counting the seconds that went by. He'd be pulled from his daze at the inhumanly sound Ezra made as the sunlight smacked him in the face. Alexis only rolled his eyes at this, expecting no less. He gave Ezra a blank stare, brushing past him without answering his question, just like he was told not to. Only when he was passing Ezra did his emotionless mug give way to a devilish smirk.

Alexis walked slowly, sinking in his new home. It wasn't much. At the mention of helping himself to coffee, he shook his head, "I try to avoid coffee. Stains my teeth," he offered in explanation, though he knew Ezra wasn't likely to care about. Initially, Alexis ignored Ezra's inquiry about his bag, and continued exploring. He saw the dog from the other day, and knelt down before him. He didn't make a move to pet right away, in fear of frightening the animal, but instead, merely hung a limp hand out for him to smell. Not looking away from the dog he filled Ezra in, "I'm staying with you for the time being. Leaving you alone at night isn't exactly a good idea you know.." he paused, lingering around the pooch for just a while longer before opening his bag and handing the dog a bone. He wanted to get in the good graces of his new roommate. He probably should've consulted Ezra first, but didn't pay it any mind. Dropping his bag to the flow, he stood and walked around, tsking his tongue as he did so. "Why is your home so.. bland?" It was a question sure, but it wasn't one he was actually hoping for an answer to. Noting the plethora of boxes, he went up to one, wanting to peek inside, but held back. One might have their opinions about him, but he wasn't completely rude and insensitive. "If I'm going to be living here we have to do something about these boxes," he sighed, running a hand through his curly mop before turning to Ezra. Only now did he see the bathrobe he was wearing, and at this, he gave a little laugh before turning back to the boxes, ready to work.

"I can not look at this sad mound everyday," he stated.

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꧂ꕥ꧁ ❝ admidst the mists and coldest frosts; with stoutest wrists and loudest boasts; he thrusts his fists against the posts, and still insists he sees the ghosts.❞ ✄ coding and layout cadeparade song outfit wordcount 552 tag Alexis García

He shrugged at the decline for coffee. His joint was just about finished and he stubbed it in the sink, dropping the remains in the bin next to the pantry. Opening up his cupboard and peering in, he remembered he hadn't unpacked any of the non-perishables, and therefore it was empty. Ezra looked around, finding the box with the teas and other kinds of coffees he had. As annoying as his new guest was, he wasn't below hospitality.     "Uh...If you're more of a tea guy I 'ave that as well," he opened the fridge absentmindedly and saw a six pack he'd bought earlier in the week, as well as some cranberry juice. "I've also got juice. I usually use it for vodka 'n gin. Not...not that that...matters...." Boy this was fucking awkward. He closed the fridge and wandered into his living room, maneuvering around the boxes to the couch and grabbing his coffee. He just barely avoided a spit take, hearing that Alexis would be staying here. Ezra mentally kicked himself, unsure of what he expected.        "Oh yeah. That...I suppose that makes sense." he answered, distractedly. Mentally he made up sleeping arrangements in his head. Stepping towards the living room's closet, he opened it to confirm the extra blankets and pillows were there. As he shut the door, he glanced over to see Jonah with a brand new bone, looking like the cat that ate the canary and got the cream. Turning his eyes to Alexis when he spoke, he answered with a distant quality to his voice.         "I moved in a week or two ago. 'aven't much gotten around to unpacking. Been...busy." That was a lie, but Alexis didn't need to know that. He slowly sipped his coffee, stepping nearer to Alexis and nodding when he mentioned doing something about all the boxes. He was absolutely right and Ezra knew it. The prospect of having some sort of emotional breakdown with him present however? Not great. Especially since they didn't get off on the best foot. He glanced at a box labelled photos and swallowed hard. Training his eyes on Alexis once more, he answered once more:             "Uh yeah. Nah, don't worry your pretty little 'ead about it. I can take care of them. Nah need to mither yourself." He stepped away, nodding his head towards the hall that ran to the master and the guest bathroom.  "Let me show you where you'll be sleeping then, yeah? You can set your stuff down. There's two bathrooms. I 'aven't used the guest one yet so it's untainted." It was meant to be a joke, but it didn't have quite the same bite to it as it usually might. He walked into the master bedroom, not looking back to see if Alexis followed or not, and was thankful that he'd made the bed for once. He gestured to the bed. "'ere's you. En suite is right there through the door." He felt like a damn real estate agent, pointing out the obvious. Walking back to the entry of the room, he paused and said. "Anyways. I'll let you get settled in. I'll be unpacking in the next room. Just 'oller if you need me." He steeled himself best as he could, deciding to start with the least scary boxes he could find.