His shift doesn't start for a few hours yet and, after having gone out to grab himself a coffee and a bagel, Freddie's curled up on his sofa with his tablet on his lap and his music turned up. He's not doing much, mostly trolling through the city's social media network and surfing for news. And, once again, trying not to think about the fact that he's twenty-five years old, stuck in some sort of alternate dimension, and still doesn't know what the fuck to do with his life.
Not that it matters anymore, probably. If it even ever did.
A knock at the door briefly pulls him out of his thoughts and, frowning, he tosses his tablet aside and pushes to his feet. He's still only in loose shorts and a shirt, his flat plenty warm enough even with winter only sputtering into spring outside.
The voice behind the door is recognizable enough despite Noah's poor attempt at disguising it, and Freddie's lips twitch into a grin when he finds him there. His gaze drops to the basket in Noah's hand as he leans against the door jamb. "My my, if it isn't Little Red Riding Hood at my door."
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Date: 2017-04-08 04:07 am (UTC)Not that it matters anymore, probably. If it even ever did.
A knock at the door briefly pulls him out of his thoughts and, frowning, he tosses his tablet aside and pushes to his feet. He's still only in loose shorts and a shirt, his flat plenty warm enough even with winter only sputtering into spring outside.
The voice behind the door is recognizable enough despite Noah's poor attempt at disguising it, and Freddie's lips twitch into a grin when he finds him there. His gaze drops to the basket in Noah's hand as he leans against the door jamb. "My my, if it isn't Little Red Riding Hood at my door."