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Lukos parked his truck, cigarette hanging loosely from his lips, and leaned over so that he could look through the passenger side window at the suburban house he’d decided to start with. Adjusting the blue baseball cap, he took a last puff of his cigarette and flicked it onto the searing hot pavement as he got out of the truck. A quick grind from the heel of his boot and the cigarette butt wasn’t even smoking by the time he walked around to the driveway.
In jeans and a loose gray shirt, he had a clipboard tucked under his bicep, and he sauntered up the drive, eyes taking in the yard and the front of the house. The front door was through a brick archway and he glanced up at that as he reached for the storm door, opened it, and knocked loudly on the front door. He waited a few seconds and took the clipboard into his hands, looking down at the forms.
Nothing happened for a moment and so he knocked again, louder and more insistent this time. Finally, footsteps and he pasted on a smile when the door finally opened. “Hi,” he looked down at his clipboard and then back at the homeowner. “I’m Lukos and I’m here to raise Water Awareness.”
He paused, waiting for some sort of start of a reply before pressing on. "I have a list of names here and I was wondering if you'd be willing to sign the petition? It's just first and last names, nothing like your address. It's basically anonymous."
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Lukos parked his truck, cigarette hanging loosely from his lips, and leaned over so that he could look through the passenger side window at the suburban house he’d decided to start with. Adjusting the blue baseball cap, he took a last puff of his cigarette and flicked it onto the searing hot pavement as he got out of the truck. A quick grind from the heel of his boot and the cigarette butt wasn’t even smoking by the time he walked around to the driveway.
In jeans and a loose gray shirt, he had a clipboard tucked under his bicep, and he sauntered up the drive, eyes taking in the yard and the front of the house. The front door was through a brick archway and he glanced up at that as he reached for the storm door, opened it, and knocked loudly on the front door. He waited a few seconds and took the clipboard into his hands, looking down at the forms.
Nothing happened for a moment and so he knocked again, louder and more insistent this time. Finally, footsteps and he pasted on a smile when the door finally opened. “Hi,” he looked down at his clipboard and then back at the homeowner. “I’m Lukos and I’m here to raise Water Awareness.”
He paused, waiting for some sort of start of a reply before pressing on. "I have a list of names here and I was wondering if you'd be willing to sign the petition? It's just first and last names, nothing like your address. It's basically anonymous."
Lukos parked his truck, cigarette hanging loosely from his lips, and leaned over so that he could look through the passenger side window at the suburban house he’d decided to start with. Adjusting the blue baseball cap, he took a last puff of his cigarette and flicked it onto the searing hot pavement as he got out of the truck. A quick grind from the heel of his boot and the cigarette butt wasn’t even smoking by the time he walked around to the driveway.
In jeans and a loose gray shirt, he had a clipboard tucked under his bicep, and he sauntered up the drive, eyes taking in the yard and the front of the house. The front door was through a brick archway and he glanced up at that as he reached for the storm door, opened it, and knocked loudly on the front door. He waited a few seconds and took the clipboard into his hands, looking down at the forms.
Nothing happened for a moment and so he knocked again, louder and more insistent this time. Finally, footsteps and he pasted on a smile when the door finally opened. “Hi,” he looked down at his clipboard and then back at the homeowner. “I’m Lukos and I’m here to raise Water Awareness.”
He paused, waiting for some sort of start of a reply before pressing on. "I have a list of names here and I was wondering if you'd be willing to sign the petition? It's just first and last names, nothing like your address. It's basically anonymous."
Mihail had been spending the loveliest weekend at Ploutarchos's home. It might not have been as spacious as his family home - he suspected the man did not have as much money to spare as the Thanasis - and it might not have been decorated to the same comfortable standard he preferred in his own Tribeca apartment, but it was nice. His lover's wife was out for the week on some girls' trip which apparently required all her attention, and both of those horrid children had been dispensed with: one had had a weekend sleepover arranged with her best friend, and the other was still away at college. There was no one to interrupt them, and it was perfect.
That is, it had been perfect until someone had knocked quite rudely at the front door. Mihail had been enjoying their lazy day together, still lounging in bed when the sun was reaching a high point (something thoroughly uncommon for him), and waiting for Ploutarchos to bring them both a coffee before they could start another round of what they had been doing previously. Or another episode of Riverdale. Mimi was getting really into all those overly-attractive on-screen teens. He had thought to ignore it but, when they seemed to knock again with no sense of thought for the fact that perhaps they were not wanted, he had swung from the bed with an over-dramatic sigh, called out to Ploutarchos with a sing-song "I'll get it, babe" and made his way downstairs.
He was not entirely dressed for the occasion, still in that sheer black dressing gown with the pretty fur trim that he only pretended to wear for modesty over his matching negligé, and with half-tousled hair from their previous session, but he did not care. Whichever dull suburban mother was outside to invite Ploutarchos to their pot luck or whatever would just have to deal with it.
Except it was not some boring middle-aged lady and, instead, the kind of rugged type that had no business looking so handsome with a clipboard. Mimi leaned against the doorframe as he listened to the introduction, watching him through thick eyelashes and raising an eyebrow because he had no idea what he was on about. Water Awareness? "I, like, don't know what that is," he answered, pouting a little. "But if you wanna come inside, Lukos, maybe you can explain it to me a little better? i'm sure my boyfriend won't mind." His gaze flickered towards the petition, and he nodded at the request for a name, sticking out a hand with his crimson fingertips pointed downwards. "You can call me Mimi, or Princess, if you like. Like this." His spare hand moved to undo the satin tie on his dressing-gown enough that the neckline fell apart somewhat, and he tapped the necklace labelled Princess dangling around his neck as if it to indicate the spelling, though mostly to show attention to his pretty collarbones.
"Would you like a drink while you teach me all about water?"
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Mihail had been spending the loveliest weekend at Ploutarchos's home. It might not have been as spacious as his family home - he suspected the man did not have as much money to spare as the Thanasis - and it might not have been decorated to the same comfortable standard he preferred in his own Tribeca apartment, but it was nice. His lover's wife was out for the week on some girls' trip which apparently required all her attention, and both of those horrid children had been dispensed with: one had had a weekend sleepover arranged with her best friend, and the other was still away at college. There was no one to interrupt them, and it was perfect.
That is, it had been perfect until someone had knocked quite rudely at the front door. Mihail had been enjoying their lazy day together, still lounging in bed when the sun was reaching a high point (something thoroughly uncommon for him), and waiting for Ploutarchos to bring them both a coffee before they could start another round of what they had been doing previously. Or another episode of Riverdale. Mimi was getting really into all those overly-attractive on-screen teens. He had thought to ignore it but, when they seemed to knock again with no sense of thought for the fact that perhaps they were not wanted, he had swung from the bed with an over-dramatic sigh, called out to Ploutarchos with a sing-song "I'll get it, babe" and made his way downstairs.
He was not entirely dressed for the occasion, still in that sheer black dressing gown with the pretty fur trim that he only pretended to wear for modesty over his matching negligé, and with half-tousled hair from their previous session, but he did not care. Whichever dull suburban mother was outside to invite Ploutarchos to their pot luck or whatever would just have to deal with it.
Except it was not some boring middle-aged lady and, instead, the kind of rugged type that had no business looking so handsome with a clipboard. Mimi leaned against the doorframe as he listened to the introduction, watching him through thick eyelashes and raising an eyebrow because he had no idea what he was on about. Water Awareness? "I, like, don't know what that is," he answered, pouting a little. "But if you wanna come inside, Lukos, maybe you can explain it to me a little better? i'm sure my boyfriend won't mind." His gaze flickered towards the petition, and he nodded at the request for a name, sticking out a hand with his crimson fingertips pointed downwards. "You can call me Mimi, or Princess, if you like. Like this." His spare hand moved to undo the satin tie on his dressing-gown enough that the neckline fell apart somewhat, and he tapped the necklace labelled Princess dangling around his neck as if it to indicate the spelling, though mostly to show attention to his pretty collarbones.
"Would you like a drink while you teach me all about water?"
Mihail had been spending the loveliest weekend at Ploutarchos's home. It might not have been as spacious as his family home - he suspected the man did not have as much money to spare as the Thanasis - and it might not have been decorated to the same comfortable standard he preferred in his own Tribeca apartment, but it was nice. His lover's wife was out for the week on some girls' trip which apparently required all her attention, and both of those horrid children had been dispensed with: one had had a weekend sleepover arranged with her best friend, and the other was still away at college. There was no one to interrupt them, and it was perfect.
That is, it had been perfect until someone had knocked quite rudely at the front door. Mihail had been enjoying their lazy day together, still lounging in bed when the sun was reaching a high point (something thoroughly uncommon for him), and waiting for Ploutarchos to bring them both a coffee before they could start another round of what they had been doing previously. Or another episode of Riverdale. Mimi was getting really into all those overly-attractive on-screen teens. He had thought to ignore it but, when they seemed to knock again with no sense of thought for the fact that perhaps they were not wanted, he had swung from the bed with an over-dramatic sigh, called out to Ploutarchos with a sing-song "I'll get it, babe" and made his way downstairs.
He was not entirely dressed for the occasion, still in that sheer black dressing gown with the pretty fur trim that he only pretended to wear for modesty over his matching negligé, and with half-tousled hair from their previous session, but he did not care. Whichever dull suburban mother was outside to invite Ploutarchos to their pot luck or whatever would just have to deal with it.
Except it was not some boring middle-aged lady and, instead, the kind of rugged type that had no business looking so handsome with a clipboard. Mimi leaned against the doorframe as he listened to the introduction, watching him through thick eyelashes and raising an eyebrow because he had no idea what he was on about. Water Awareness? "I, like, don't know what that is," he answered, pouting a little. "But if you wanna come inside, Lukos, maybe you can explain it to me a little better? i'm sure my boyfriend won't mind." His gaze flickered towards the petition, and he nodded at the request for a name, sticking out a hand with his crimson fingertips pointed downwards. "You can call me Mimi, or Princess, if you like. Like this." His spare hand moved to undo the satin tie on his dressing-gown enough that the neckline fell apart somewhat, and he tapped the necklace labelled Princess dangling around his neck as if it to indicate the spelling, though mostly to show attention to his pretty collarbones.
"Would you like a drink while you teach me all about water?"
“Oh...my….god,” Lukos whispered through his fixed smile that he kept aimed at Mihail. His eyes remained resolutely on the man’s face. He’d made the mistake of doing a onceover of the person who’d opened the door - a thing he always did. You could tell a lot about a person from the shoes they wore, the condition of their clothes, their stance, what they chose to even open the door in...and Mihail was no different. Dressed in sheer lingerie, it was easy to see what the man had been up to prior to opening the door. It spoke volumes that he chose to flaunt that to a complete stranger. Mihail’s polite interest was at first a good sign. It was an even better sign when the man showed actual interest. Or, enough interest to give Lukos what he needed; access to the house.
“I, like, don't know what that is. But if you wanna come inside, Lukos, maybe you can explain it to me a little better? i'm sure my boyfriend won't mind.”
“I won’t take up too much of your time,” Lukos solemnly promised but paused when Princess Mimi stuck out his manicured hand as though he fully expected it to be kissed. Lukos had the strangest temptation to actually bow and play along with this little game but his higher sense of ‘nope’ won out and he took the ends of Mihail’s fingertips in his own so that their interaction ended up in an awkward, micro-handshake. Lukos was fancy enough to have his own pinky extended while doing so.
“Would you like a drink while you teach me all about water?” Princess Mimi asked and Lukos smiled.
“Anything with a sealed lid,” he agreed and once Mihail moved, stepped into the house behind him. Lukos cast one last look over his shoulder at his truck, hoping this wouldn’t be the last time he’d see it again, but honestly, if he wasn’t prepared to take risks, what the hell was he doing this for in the first place? The entire nature of his job was risk.
“So,” Lukos began, following along behind his host, holding his clipboard to his chest like a shield, and doing his level best not to look any further down than shoulder length at absolutely anything. “Water Awareness is a social activism group, dedicated to raising awareness about water,” he said, looking around the house and noting every window and door. In his head he was gauging the rooms, trying to memorize their size and shape.
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“Oh...my….god,” Lukos whispered through his fixed smile that he kept aimed at Mihail. His eyes remained resolutely on the man’s face. He’d made the mistake of doing a onceover of the person who’d opened the door - a thing he always did. You could tell a lot about a person from the shoes they wore, the condition of their clothes, their stance, what they chose to even open the door in...and Mihail was no different. Dressed in sheer lingerie, it was easy to see what the man had been up to prior to opening the door. It spoke volumes that he chose to flaunt that to a complete stranger. Mihail’s polite interest was at first a good sign. It was an even better sign when the man showed actual interest. Or, enough interest to give Lukos what he needed; access to the house.
“I, like, don't know what that is. But if you wanna come inside, Lukos, maybe you can explain it to me a little better? i'm sure my boyfriend won't mind.”
“I won’t take up too much of your time,” Lukos solemnly promised but paused when Princess Mimi stuck out his manicured hand as though he fully expected it to be kissed. Lukos had the strangest temptation to actually bow and play along with this little game but his higher sense of ‘nope’ won out and he took the ends of Mihail’s fingertips in his own so that their interaction ended up in an awkward, micro-handshake. Lukos was fancy enough to have his own pinky extended while doing so.
“Would you like a drink while you teach me all about water?” Princess Mimi asked and Lukos smiled.
“Anything with a sealed lid,” he agreed and once Mihail moved, stepped into the house behind him. Lukos cast one last look over his shoulder at his truck, hoping this wouldn’t be the last time he’d see it again, but honestly, if he wasn’t prepared to take risks, what the hell was he doing this for in the first place? The entire nature of his job was risk.
“So,” Lukos began, following along behind his host, holding his clipboard to his chest like a shield, and doing his level best not to look any further down than shoulder length at absolutely anything. “Water Awareness is a social activism group, dedicated to raising awareness about water,” he said, looking around the house and noting every window and door. In his head he was gauging the rooms, trying to memorize their size and shape.
“Oh...my….god,” Lukos whispered through his fixed smile that he kept aimed at Mihail. His eyes remained resolutely on the man’s face. He’d made the mistake of doing a onceover of the person who’d opened the door - a thing he always did. You could tell a lot about a person from the shoes they wore, the condition of their clothes, their stance, what they chose to even open the door in...and Mihail was no different. Dressed in sheer lingerie, it was easy to see what the man had been up to prior to opening the door. It spoke volumes that he chose to flaunt that to a complete stranger. Mihail’s polite interest was at first a good sign. It was an even better sign when the man showed actual interest. Or, enough interest to give Lukos what he needed; access to the house.
“I, like, don't know what that is. But if you wanna come inside, Lukos, maybe you can explain it to me a little better? i'm sure my boyfriend won't mind.”
“I won’t take up too much of your time,” Lukos solemnly promised but paused when Princess Mimi stuck out his manicured hand as though he fully expected it to be kissed. Lukos had the strangest temptation to actually bow and play along with this little game but his higher sense of ‘nope’ won out and he took the ends of Mihail’s fingertips in his own so that their interaction ended up in an awkward, micro-handshake. Lukos was fancy enough to have his own pinky extended while doing so.
“Would you like a drink while you teach me all about water?” Princess Mimi asked and Lukos smiled.
“Anything with a sealed lid,” he agreed and once Mihail moved, stepped into the house behind him. Lukos cast one last look over his shoulder at his truck, hoping this wouldn’t be the last time he’d see it again, but honestly, if he wasn’t prepared to take risks, what the hell was he doing this for in the first place? The entire nature of his job was risk.
“So,” Lukos began, following along behind his host, holding his clipboard to his chest like a shield, and doing his level best not to look any further down than shoulder length at absolutely anything. “Water Awareness is a social activism group, dedicated to raising awareness about water,” he said, looking around the house and noting every window and door. In his head he was gauging the rooms, trying to memorize their size and shape.
Mihail’s eyes dropped to the way the other took his hand so awkwardly, as if it had been his intention to have the man shake it. He curled his lips into a tight smile, as if irritated by choice of action but willing to put up with it nonetheless, nodding his head. “Oh no, darling, I have all the time in the world. Steal away as much of it as you desire,” he replied, as though this were an accurate statement and he didn’t have a half-dressed mister making them both something to drink so they could get back to bed once more. Although, given that the sound of the man no longer emanated from the kitchen, the dark-haired man could assume that his partner had returned to hide upstairs until their visitor had vanished once more.
Sealed lids were a problematic matter, if solely because this was not Mihail’s own home and, although he had been here a thousand times in the past, he had never quite explored the kitchen’s details (Ploutarchos was the one who typically disappeared to find them sustenance during their escapades). Still, he made his way to the fridge, opening it with more confidence than was merited and reaching for the first canned beverage he saw, holding the can of beer over his shoulder so the other could examine it. That should fulfil his guest sufficiently, even though he had had better ideas for how to satisfy the man than the dullness of an alcoholic drink.
“That sounds super fun,” he answered as he poured himself a glass of wine to match the other’s beer, spinning around to face him and holding out the sealed drink with a bright smile on his face, easily slipping into the skin of entertaining guests. “I don’t really, like, drink water much because wine is just so delicious, but I know it’s essential to know all about it. I hear most of the planet is made up of water.” The dark-haired man nodded his head in the direction of the large sitting room, leading them through and draping himself across the white couch as he waited for his guest to take a seat as well. “I, like, know water exists, if that’s something, so I’m aware, but you’re the expert; I trust you. Tell me all about it.”
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Mihail’s eyes dropped to the way the other took his hand so awkwardly, as if it had been his intention to have the man shake it. He curled his lips into a tight smile, as if irritated by choice of action but willing to put up with it nonetheless, nodding his head. “Oh no, darling, I have all the time in the world. Steal away as much of it as you desire,” he replied, as though this were an accurate statement and he didn’t have a half-dressed mister making them both something to drink so they could get back to bed once more. Although, given that the sound of the man no longer emanated from the kitchen, the dark-haired man could assume that his partner had returned to hide upstairs until their visitor had vanished once more.
Sealed lids were a problematic matter, if solely because this was not Mihail’s own home and, although he had been here a thousand times in the past, he had never quite explored the kitchen’s details (Ploutarchos was the one who typically disappeared to find them sustenance during their escapades). Still, he made his way to the fridge, opening it with more confidence than was merited and reaching for the first canned beverage he saw, holding the can of beer over his shoulder so the other could examine it. That should fulfil his guest sufficiently, even though he had had better ideas for how to satisfy the man than the dullness of an alcoholic drink.
“That sounds super fun,” he answered as he poured himself a glass of wine to match the other’s beer, spinning around to face him and holding out the sealed drink with a bright smile on his face, easily slipping into the skin of entertaining guests. “I don’t really, like, drink water much because wine is just so delicious, but I know it’s essential to know all about it. I hear most of the planet is made up of water.” The dark-haired man nodded his head in the direction of the large sitting room, leading them through and draping himself across the white couch as he waited for his guest to take a seat as well. “I, like, know water exists, if that’s something, so I’m aware, but you’re the expert; I trust you. Tell me all about it.”
Mihail’s eyes dropped to the way the other took his hand so awkwardly, as if it had been his intention to have the man shake it. He curled his lips into a tight smile, as if irritated by choice of action but willing to put up with it nonetheless, nodding his head. “Oh no, darling, I have all the time in the world. Steal away as much of it as you desire,” he replied, as though this were an accurate statement and he didn’t have a half-dressed mister making them both something to drink so they could get back to bed once more. Although, given that the sound of the man no longer emanated from the kitchen, the dark-haired man could assume that his partner had returned to hide upstairs until their visitor had vanished once more.
Sealed lids were a problematic matter, if solely because this was not Mihail’s own home and, although he had been here a thousand times in the past, he had never quite explored the kitchen’s details (Ploutarchos was the one who typically disappeared to find them sustenance during their escapades). Still, he made his way to the fridge, opening it with more confidence than was merited and reaching for the first canned beverage he saw, holding the can of beer over his shoulder so the other could examine it. That should fulfil his guest sufficiently, even though he had had better ideas for how to satisfy the man than the dullness of an alcoholic drink.
“That sounds super fun,” he answered as he poured himself a glass of wine to match the other’s beer, spinning around to face him and holding out the sealed drink with a bright smile on his face, easily slipping into the skin of entertaining guests. “I don’t really, like, drink water much because wine is just so delicious, but I know it’s essential to know all about it. I hear most of the planet is made up of water.” The dark-haired man nodded his head in the direction of the large sitting room, leading them through and draping himself across the white couch as he waited for his guest to take a seat as well. “I, like, know water exists, if that’s something, so I’m aware, but you’re the expert; I trust you. Tell me all about it.”