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Noah Czerny ([personal profile] iwasmore) wrote2017-04-07 09:43 pm
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backdated for Frederick

Noah feels really guilty that his present to Freddie is late. He's seen firsthand how sucky a birthday can be here away from family and friends, and while some are lucky enough to have people from home in Darrow, Freddie isn't one of them. Though, Noah can't help wondering if there's even a person he misses badly. Every now and then he'll catch Freddie thinking of someone, but he's never brought them up.

Anyway, he's late because Whiskers had to be old enough to leave the care he was getting at the shelter. Noah couldn't have expected Freddie to bottle feed a kitten around the clock, he doesn't even know if Freddie will want a kitten at all, so he had to wait until Whiskers was ready.

And he's so not telling Freddie that that's her name, because it's super unoriginal.

So Noah has As Of Yet Unnamed Kitten tucked into a small basket underneath a blanket to keep her warm from the cold. He knocks at Freddie's apartment door, hoping he's home. He hadn't texted or anything first, wanting to make up for the belated gift by making it a surprise. "Special delivery!" he calls in a high-pitched voice.
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[personal profile] thisfaceismine 2017-04-08 04:07 am (UTC)(link)
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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[personal profile] thisfaceismine 2017-04-10 10:36 pm (UTC)(link)
"Well, that's disturbing," Freddie remarks, gaze dropping briefly to take in the hang of Noah's shirt across his torso, his pale skin and long fingers. It's been well over a month now and Noah's stuck to this declaration of them being only friends. Freddie can't say he doesn't miss the sex, but at least Noah's not up and disappeared entirely. He does genuinely seem to want to stay friends even if Freddie can't imagine why.

Stepping back, he holds the door open wider to invite Noah, lips curving into a curious frown as glances down at the basket again. "Did that just move?"
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[personal profile] thisfaceismine 2017-04-12 01:23 am (UTC)(link)
Any other time, Freddie might have made a remark about eating Noah whole but, even apart from the fact where he's not certain that sort of flirtatiousness is welcome any longer, he's quickly distracted by push of the basket into his arms. And he hadn't been wrong; it's definitely moving.

His lips tug into a deeper frown as he peers into the depths of the basket and two bright green eyes blink right back up at him.

"It's a cat," he says rather stupidly, looking up at Noah again. "What am I to do with a cat?"
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[personal profile] thisfaceismine 2017-04-14 05:03 am (UTC)(link)
It's not like Freddie's never had a pet before. He's even had a cat, though Molly had mostly been his parents and she'd died when Freddie was twelve. She'd been a good cat even with all the dead mice she dragged into the kitchen, but Freddie's not felt the impulse to replace her, really.

Before arriving here, he honestly couldn't have afforded one.

The cat in the basket continues staring up at him with wide, green eyes before letting out a quiet, plaintive little meow and peeking her head out further. "I don't have anything," he says then, stupidly as he backs up further into his own flat. "She from that place where you work? The cafe?"
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[personal profile] thisfaceismine 2017-04-19 05:31 pm (UTC)(link)
That feels like something Freddie should have known somehow, something he should've picked up on from hanging out with Noah all this time. Something like guilt curdles in his stomach, but he tries to push it away, still staring down in the basket at the little orange ball of fluff that's currently trying to crawl out and onto him with another quiet little meow.

"What made you think I'd want a cat?"

It comes out more accusatory than curious as the cat digs her little nails into the back of Freddie's hand for purchase, making him flinch and pull away. She hardly seems deterred at all, just meows again as she squirms further out of the basket.

Freddie refuses to think she's cute.
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[personal profile] thisfaceismine 2017-04-22 03:56 pm (UTC)(link)
It strikes a little too close, honestly, and Freddie has to look away, focusing instead on the mewling kitten as she frees herself entirely from the basket and tries crawling up his arm with her tiny, razor sharp claws.

"Haven't had a cat since I was a kid," he says, wincing a little at another dig into his arm and he moves to set the basket aside and scoop up the kitten in his other hand. "She'll scratch everything up." Despite himself, he doesn't really feel upset so much as a little confused. Freddie hasn't had to care for anyone but himself since he left high school. How long will it take him to ruin this little thing's entire life?

Holding her up, he squints over at Freddie. "Did you name her?"
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[personal profile] thisfaceismine 2017-04-26 11:59 pm (UTC)(link)
Freddie's honestly more than a bit doubtful that a few scratching posts are going to deter a kitten from tearing up every bit of furniture he owns, but then it's not like his furniture is the greatest to begin with. And who's he trying to impress anyhow? If he's not careful, he'll start to sound a bit like Christopher.

"Do I need to do anything?" he asks, glancing from the kitten to Noah and back again. "Neuter or get her shots or anything like that? Not sure this flat even allows cats come to think of it."

But he's not sure he'll let that stop him all the same. It's not like they'd know, is it?
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[personal profile] thisfaceismine 2017-05-08 04:25 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh, right. Yes. Of course Noah would know. He'd even mentioned having a cat here before, hadn't he?

"Didn't say I don't want her," he replies, tone defensive though he doesn't pull her away from Noah's petting. She's clearly enjoying it is the thing, tipping her head up against Noah's fingers and purring even as she digs her sharp little claws deeper into the meat of Freddie's arm.

He flinches after a moment, shifting her to get some relief. "Bit strange that this is what you thought of," he admits, eyeing her a bit as he holds her up. "Could've just gotten a gift card."
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[personal profile] thisfaceismine 2017-05-09 02:24 am (UTC)(link)
Freddie'd assume she's not trying too hard given the way he's holding her. Or that she's just glad to be out of the basket for now. Still, he adjusts her again, tucking her into the crook of his arm as Noah tugs at his shirt.

"Fine, gift card and a bottle of wine then," he says, ignoring the impulse to make some sort of implication in that. Noah's made it quite clear what he wants from Freddie, what he's comfortable with and, even if it might not be what Freddie himself wants, he'll not push. Noah deserves better than someone like Freddie anyhow and they both know it.

He nods back toward the door. "Go get the rest of the stuff and I'll grab you a beer," he says instead because that sounds friendly enough. "And you can help me pick out a name because I haven't a bloody clue."
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[personal profile] thisfaceismine 2017-05-10 01:49 am (UTC)(link)
He still has the cat clutched to his chest when Noah grabs hold of his shirt, holding in place for a moment and essentially forcing Freddie to look at him.

It's disconcerting, Noah's words weighty in a way that makes Freddie's insides twist. They're not talking about a gift card, he knows, and he frowns a little, lightly shoving Noah's hand off. "Stop reading my mind," he says, but his tone comes off more self-conscious than accusatory.

He ducks away into the kitchen as Noah goes to retrieve whatever it is he's left outside. The counter seems as good a spot as any for the cat and she wobbles across the smooth top as Freddie retrieves two bottles from his fridge and grabs the bottle opener from the drawer.

Freddie glances back over his shoulder when he hears Noah return, which is all the time the small ball of fur needs to swat at the newly-released bottle cap and send it skittering across the floor. She hops down to chase after it, tail swishing, and Freddie glances over at Noah again. "She won't try to eat it, will she?"
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[personal profile] thisfaceismine 2017-05-10 04:46 pm (UTC)(link)
He can't remember his family's cat as a kitten is the thing. Can't remember when she'd been playful and rambunctious like this, only remembers her hiding and slinking around most of the time when she hadn't been out roaming the neighborhood.

Watching her chase the bottle cap all over the kitchen floor, Freddie leans back against the counter and holds out one of the beers for Noah.

"Don't really have a favourite girl," he confesses with a shrug and a smirk. "And I'm definitely not naming her after my mum." He takes a sip of his drink then, curling the fingers of his free hand around the lip of the countertop as he considers. Strangely, he's tempted to name her after Noah except that's not a very good name for a cat, really. And it's too on the nose besides. Noah's last name doesn't lend itself well either.

He sucks his bottom lip between his teeth as his brow furrows and he glances over again with a thought. "What about Nora?"
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[personal profile] thisfaceismine 2017-05-11 04:59 am (UTC)(link)
He can't quite read Noah's sputtered reaction, at least not at first. But then Noah smiles a bit, his eyes lighting up and Freddie relaxes, giving only an easy shrug.

"Yeah, guess so," he says, striving for aloof. "Not that sweet, is it? People might think I named her after you because you share personality traits and what if she turns out to be an arsehole? Or a fucking ghost."

The last is said with a bit of a grin, most of it hidden behind the rim of his bottle as he takes another sip.
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[personal profile] thisfaceismine 2017-05-11 09:36 pm (UTC)(link)
His arm is warm where Noah's pressed against him and he doesn't move away. Refused to. Maybe it's not particularly friendly, but he doesn't give a toss. It's Noah that's made the move, after all.

"Yeah, right," Freddie says with a half snort of a laugh, very nearly rolling his eyes. "You hardly even use your ghost-y powers for nefarious purposes. What have you ever done to be even remotely an arsehole. Because, if nothing else, Freddie is an expert on arseholes. In the obvious, physical manner, of course, but he's been called one more times than he could possibly count. And he did learn from the best.

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