backdated for Frederick

[iwasmore]

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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[thisfaceismine]

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."