Typically Atypical [closed]
It was that time again. Not so long ago, Sebastian locked himself away, hidden in cages and panic rooms. He avoided all interaction in the days leading up to the full moon, turned visitors and clients away for days afterwards. Sebastian was a complete recluse and there was really nothing to be done about it
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Well, never mind. He wasn't intervening. Oh no. He was having entirely too much fun sitting back at the end of the room, feet propped up against the armrest where he lay in his usual haphazard, halfway-upside down way on the couch, watching the whole table assembly debacle go down from above the top of the book he'd given up on actually reading once the bickering had started.
Of all the things to be witnessing within hours- no, minutes, really, a quick look at his watch told him- of the full moon.
His life was bloody weird.
Still, there was a definite fondness to the smirk and roll of his eyes he hid behind his book.
"If you two ladies can stop bickering for a second, must I remind you that we're on a schedule here?"
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Reid swung himself up off the couch with a snort of laughter at Seamus's comment, the ongoing attempts at trying his patience rolling right off of him with practiced eased. He dropped his book back on the couch and joined them by the now-assembled table, circling around Sebastian to put in his hands on his shoulders (fingers pressing firmly into the tension he knew he'd find there) and press a pointed kiss to his cheek.
"In your dreams, Finnegan. You should be so lucky."
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