Abhorrence // Jamilton

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Jefferson felt the clock ticking its rhythm indicating that time was passing. Leaning more forward into his desk, he cracked his knuckles earning a satisfying pop, whilst doing that he straightened his posture and sat up. How long had he been resting for? Surely not th-

Eyes catching a glimpse of the window, it was dark in the city. The wind howling and rain pattering softly on the windows, tapping softly against the glass.

"My god." Jefferson muttered to himself. grabbing his briefcase before he turning off his monitor making sure everything was properly neat for his departure. Closing his door swiftly behind him, he guessed he was the last man to leave the office, so upon his thought he checked all other doors to make sure there were all locked. Walking down reluctantly to Alexanders door, he opened the door expecting no trace of the man to be there but oh, he was there. He was writing like nothing before, his hand moving swiftly across the paper he was in his own little world. Oblivious to the authentic y that Jefferson was standing at his doorway.

"Hamilton," Jefferson began, walking toward the mans messy desk. God was it disheveled. Averting Jefferson's gaze, he scouted the clock, reading 10:22 pm. Eyes widened he looked back down at Hamilton, he still hadn't attained the verity of the man before him.

Jefferson gnarred, heaving the papers Hamilton was writing on off the desk sharply. This caused Hamilton to smudge the paper and regard his gaze upwards.

"Jefferson!" Hamilton chucked himself out of seat, his eyes dilated and sharp.

"Hamilton its time to go home, its raining outside." Jefferson answered , he knew what Alexander thought about storms [ to his benefit ] and for some reason he found himself not calling Alexander a quivering pussy, but a bit more gentle, "Why are you even here this late?" Jefferson couldn't help but ask.

"Me? why are you here this late? Oh let me guess, sleeping on the job?" Hamilton asked, vex in his american accent.

Jefferson's felt heat rise quite quickly to his cheeks, he was now aware that he was furiously blushing in front of his oposser and tried to hide his embarrassment by growling in a galled form.

"Who else did you think walked into your office, Jefferson? Your-"

"Ok ok i get it! god damn, do you ever fucking shut the hell up?" Jefferson riled, "Anyways, its only going to rain harder, come on." Jefferson blandly spoke. His voice softer than before.

"i didn't even know it was raining..." Hamilton spoke quietly, looking out the window briefly then following Jefferson out of his office [of course after having Jefferson wait at the door to clean his desk up a bit]

"I could tell." Jefferson snorted, turning the corner intently. Hamilton was in the vicinity of spitting a retort but the wind whip lashing against the 2 stopped him. Once Jefferson opened the door it felt like walking through knee deep snow, hawkish.

"Good luck getting home." Jefferson breathed, instantly treading over to his car.

Alexander sighed, note a long dramatic sigh.. more of quick exhale due to the fact that he was already soaking wet in a matter of seconds. Tucking his hands into his jean pockets, keeping his eyes forward. breathing encased and teeth chattering, Hamilton bit the inside of his cheek in hopes that the numbing cold pain in his fingertip would die away.

Bzzt Bzzt

Hamilton flinched, taking his phone out of his pocket brandishly.

Eliza <3 7:32

Will you be home in time for dinner?

Ham - 10:42

Im on my way