Sins of Our Fathers

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"So, what kind of work do you do?"

Brown eyes peered up at the man, brows raised and something obscene on his lips. Argentina was not a fan of these questions, or any the morning after. Why was this asshole still here? Turning to face his bed partner from last night—who, now that he was slightly sober and seeing straight, was not as much of the seven he had thought the man to be—he scowled and put on a shirt. Throwing his legs over the side of the bed and shimmying into a discarded pair of jeans, he opened his mouth to speak. Reconsidering his words, he shut his mouth once more as the man walked towards the kitchen area.

Argentina, for all his worth, could never really figure out why he always brought his meals home. Sure, it was a lot more convenient in that he didn't have to go through the whole "walk of shame" nonsense humans were so fond of, but it was a hassle to get them all to leave in the morning. Trailing after the stranger, he sighed, leaning against the door frame.

"I thought this was an agreed upon smash and dash," he stated, "Not a smash and let's talk. Get out."

His visitor looked offended, poised to say something when a knock on the door sounded. The stranger, still prepared to offer his two cents—which, Argentina really didn't need first thing in the morning, even if the person delivering them was a blonde haired, blue eyed solid six—was left ignored in the posh gray kitchen. There were only so many reasons why someone would be knocking at Argentina's door at—quick glance to the clock signified the time as 8:35 am—8:35 in the morning.

And none of the people he could think of were any good.

Dreading the moment when he'd open the door, fingers encompassing the shiny silver knob and unlocking the upper locks, he froze at the sound of a key in the lock. Or something in there. Whatever it was, it wasn't good and every fiber of his being was on end. Would he risk looking into the peephole? He was already conjuring up an image of who it might be, and perhaps he was better off having just looked through the peephole.

// here have a preview since you lovely folks are so excited. cheers, rem.