Clyde blinked, thinking for a moment. “They’re good.” He replied after a while, wiping his free hand nonchalantly on his pants. “Assholes, as usual. But good. And…I honestly haven’t talked to them for a while. I’ve sorta been doing my own thing. What about your friends? Are they good?”
Butters nodded, “I don’t know if I can call them friends, I guess they are more co-workers, they are doing fine” the blond didn’t spend time with people unless it was related to work, currently he worked with Red and Christophe.
He did notice that there was some tension between the two, but they acted professionally enough that Butters wasn’t too bothered by it, “I am still looking for a female model, I don’t want to pay too much money..”
“A female model?” Clyde asked curiously. “For what?”
He wasn’t completely sure what Butter’s did for a living, or what he wanted to do for a living. But now he was curious.
Butters blinked at Clyde’s question, “To wear clothes?” the blond answered.
Did Clyde not know what Butters spends his days doing?
“I’m a fashion designer, I make clothes” he looked down at himself, “I made these” he was very proud.
“Christophe is my male model and Red is my photographer.”
Clyde’s eyebrows raised, “seriously?” He asked as he turned his head to look at Butters’ clothing. “Hey…that’s really sweet, Butters. Seriously…seriously boss!”
It was really cool that Butters could make his own clothes! And they weren’t bad! They were totally badass! “So you wanna do that for a living and stuff?” He asked cheerfully, feeling himself relax.
Clyde nodded and grinned. Second date? Yes! Nice! Score Clyde, score! And then…Butters was very close to him and oh…oh goodness. He became aware of his palms steadily growing sweatier, and his stomach doing strange acrobatic routines because of…Butters.
What was this? Was Clyde sweating? Gross.
Butters tried his best not to pull away.
He wouldn’t want Clyde to think the blond thought lowly of him.
The shorter man simply focused his attention on anything else.
Why Clyde? Why?
Then it caught his attention, Clyde was probably was a drooler.
Butters gulped and tried to think of something to say.“How are your friends?”
Clyde blinked, thinking for a moment. “They’re good.” He replied after a while, wiping his free hand nonchalantly on his pants. “Assholes, as usual. But good. And…I honestly haven’t talked to them for a while. I’ve sorta been doing my own thing. What about your friends? Are they good?”
Butters nodded, “I don’t know if I can call them friends, I guess they are more co-workers, they are doing fine” the blond didn’t spend time with people unless it was related to work, currently he worked with Red and Christophe.
He did notice that there was some tension between the two, but they acted professionally enough that Butters wasn’t too bothered by it, “I am still looking for a female model, I don’t want to pay too much money..”
“A female model?” Clyde asked curiously. “For what?”
He wasn’t completely sure what Butter’s did for a living, or what he wanted to do for a living. But now he was curious.
“Really?” Clyde asked, a little too excitedly before turning red again. “That’d be really cool. I bet you would like them. And we can…I dunno. Order pizza or something…”
The thought of ordering pizza and watching movies with Butters really excited him. Not in some creepy perverted way! In the…heart is about to fall out your butt way.
“That’s sounds like our second date is planned out” the blond giggled, “I can’t wait.”
He leaned in closer to Clyde and rested his head against the taller man’s shoulder, not bothered by what people thought of him.Clyde nodded and grinned. Second date? Yes! Nice! Score Clyde, score! And then…Butters was very close to him and oh…oh goodness. He became aware of his palms steadily growing sweatier, and his stomach doing strange acrobatic routines because of…Butters.
What was this? Was Clyde sweating? Gross.
Butters tried his best not to pull away.
He wouldn’t want Clyde to think the blond thought lowly of him.
The shorter man simply focused his attention on anything else.
Why Clyde? Why?
Then it caught his attention, Clyde was probably was a drooler.
Butters gulped and tried to think of something to say.“How are your friends?”
Clyde blinked, thinking for a moment. “They’re good.” He replied after a while, wiping his free hand nonchalantly on his pants. “Assholes, as usual. But good. And…I honestly haven’t talked to them for a while. I’ve sorta been doing my own thing. What about your friends? Are they good?”
