Grayson

˙ ˖ ✶ Grayson

"Actually, last night was probably the best sleep I've had in a long time. You happen to make a really good pillow." Kit mused, shooting Grayson a wink as he sat at the edge of the bed. He drank the sight of him, a gorgeous smile, and a beautiful set of eyes, Kit could lose himself in the wonderland of this man's beauty. "Also I wasn't about to let you wander out into New York that late at night, so I'm glad you stayed over." Even with all the happenings of the night, Kit was more than glad for the company.

"Grayson," he repeated to memory. There was a slight pause as his mind simple wandered elsewhere, remembering all the other things Grayson had called him. The sudden rush of blood to his features made him look away as he giggled, like a boy finding out new things about the world. "Kit, and hopefully you remember my name cause believe or not I don't usually cook for guys like this, so maybe...just maybe, I'm hoping to get to know you a little bit better down the line. That and like I said, best pillow in New York."

Having worn himself out the night before and with how busy his life has been since he moved here, he was surprised that he would have slept over at someone else's so soon. He didn't even finish unpacking all of the boxes that were sitting in his dining room. He didn't see the rush in unpacking with him not so sure that this was going to be long term for him. For all he knew, Sloane could tell him to go away and go back to his life.

Grayson could smell the food while he was slightly waking from his slumber. He sat up and realized that he was not in his own bed. He had been so work out from moving, working, and other things that occurred the night before that he didn't realize how tired he was and fell asleep in the other's bed. "Shit.. Well sorry, didn't mean to crash here. i guess I just passed out but thanks for breakfast." He chuckled softly as he nodded. "Yeah, well I don't think I really remember your name either. I'm Grayson. How about you cutie?" He asked him, not sure it was appropriate to call him the names that he may have used the night prior.

˙ ˖ ✶ Cece

Kit was simply minding his business on a New York street people watching and imagining different stories on how their lives play out day by day when someone who should literally have a sitcom just dropped in front of him. Her rapid fire words made him laugh as he complied to her wishes. "Hmm, I don't know you don't really want to give Miranda, so extend your neck and give more unt, if you know what I mean. We're trying to give Samantha here, not spinster."

open starter @bhqextras location: in front of barney's

cecelia was making her way down the street, on her way to get some coffee before running some errands for the salon when she gasps, looking up in front of her to see the barney’s building she had seen on her screen during many a rewatch of sex and the city, quickly looking around her and pointing to the nearest body. “you! hey, hi, can you take my picture?” in an instant she’s practically already handing the phone over and touching up her hair a bit before starting to pose. “how’s this? ooh, should i stand like this so it looks like i’m walkin’ out?…wait are you catchin’ my good side? ‘cus if not i’m making you start all over again, so that question’s more for you than it is for me.” she states matter-of-factly while still posing with a hand on her hip and a foot pop, switching sides and beaming all the while.

˙ ˖ ✶ Marcus

"I knew you would see it my way, see you're not only one of the hottest men in New York you're also one of the wisest," Kit said with a giggle, feeling overjoyed that he'd got to spend more time with Marcus. His life had become a whirlwind not that it was ever stale or even stagnant, but recently everything was just a tad overwhelming. His delicate fingers toyed with the ends of a blanket as if they needed something to do as his mind raced with ideas, or the next thing to say. "Marcus, you're not helping the rumors that I'm secretly eloping with a hunky baker if you say things like that, the paps will definitely send that to TMZ," it was a hearty giggle that left him as he craned his neck and shifted his weight, almost stretching but not quite as he laid his head on a pillow. "So far only the big British bake off or something like that, but nothing quite like you. Which makes sense cause nobody is quite like you," rolling his eyes with a groan, Kit had swiftly buried his features into a pillow stifling any words he would've otherwise said out loud. "It's just..." he sighed, his body deflating slightly as his eyes trained on Marcus. "It's getting close to the anniversary of when I got out of that place and of when...It's not important, I just need one of your big hugs."

"Who am I to stop you from making this brave sacrifice?" Marcus asked while briefly maintaining a mock seriousness. It wasn't too long before his usual soft laughter was accompanied with a gentle head shake, "You know, you could always ask me to bake something specific for you. It could be three in the morning and I'd whip up the most elaborate dessert if you asked." Maybe baking while half awake wasn't the best idea, but that wasn't the point. The point was, he was willing to do whatever for his friends. He laughed a little louder this time, "I feel like there has to be some version of that show on Netflix already. They have a show for everything." He couldn't confirm that, especially as someone who was notoriously awful at getting around to watching shows. He paused for a moment, "More importantly though, do you want to talk about why you need a pick me up or would you prefer a distraction?"

"Marcus, I promise I'm not here to steal anything that you might've baked, but as your friend it is my sworn duty to make sure that all of these items are 100% edible. So I must commit this sacrifice with a great sense of honor," Kit said dramatically as his nostrils flared at the scent of baked goods. "Also, I really can't help but be around you whenever I need a pick me up, it's like you're the snack that comes with snacks. Who would've thought you'd be the human crumbl cookie, hot guy who bakes now on Netflix." Kit said as his mouth as going a mile a minute, and those who knew him could see that this was one of his ways of distracting himself. When the darkness and memories of those walls would encroach he'd put on a smile and joke. @expirednostalgia

˙ ˖ ✶ Teddy

"You are incorrigible," Kit giggled, crossing his arms as his eyes trained on his friend. Teddy was no enigma to Kit, they were a wild child, but a beautiful soul. A staple in Kit's life in New York City, and not a day could go by where he couldn't see Teddy's face plastered on his for you page, or standing directly in front of him. Never at arm's length, they just had one of those friendships.

With a sigh he went into the bathroom, emerging only once he had some Neosporin in his hand. "Here, because you don't know the meaning of taking it easy, I've brought it on myself to keep things handy here to take care of your hands," Pressing it to his friends chest, he pecked their cheek before setting himself on his bed. "I mean we definitely can, or at least I can, but I'm not so sure you can talk unless you've exhausted all that pent up energy you always carry around with you," he smirked.

"So...What's got you at my place today? Because you usually don't come here unless you really do love and miss me, or you can't shake something off your mind."

the blond glanced around the apartment with a somewhat blank look before their eyes landed on him with a bizarre expression. they snorted out a laugh, head shaking some at the bluntness of his statement. ❝ well, first of all, we both know i'm too lazy to do pretty much anything standing up, so you should really get over your sheets, ❞ they muttered, arms folding across their chest as they leaned against the wall.

kit was perceptive; it wasn't exactly that teddy wanted to talk, but they did have a lot on their mind. between matt moving to the city and the fact that their birthday was coming up soon, their mind was pretty much a blur lately. their hands pretty well stayed bandaged; they'd been all but destroying their drum set at home, broken sticks littering the floor of their music room as they stayed wherever they landed. if it wasn't a gash in their palm, it was a burst blister. it was finally at the point where it hurt more than it didn't to just hold the damn things, so they were seeking out a different distraction. that didn't mean they would readily admit it, though.

❝ i'm shocked and offended. can't i just hang out with a friend? ❞