Oddly flattering to have his and his brother’s visits counted as part of the slob’s daily routine. Not that he actually had much of a life outside of work, anyway, so it shouldn’t be surprising.
And Louvel had luckily enough not seen anything worse than Sebastian’s appartment so there really was no comparison for him, except to compare it to a tip. In that case, yes, this was better than a tip.
“You know, talking about stuffing my dead body under the floorboards of your apartment isn’t a good way to keep me visiting you. And if I stop visiting, Ciel stops visiting, and you go back to having your hand for company and pining after every pretty little thing that comes into that store.” the boy called after the man as he retreated back into the kitchen to finish whatever he’d been doing before he got here.
The lone twin took a moment to look around the apartment once again, rocking his weight from each foot, continuing to chew on his sleeve. He eyed each potential sitting place around the room, features screwing up slightly. Now, he wasn’t exactly a neat freak by any stretch of the mind, but he had standards, and didn’t really feel like any of the seats were exactly clean. Fuck knows what he could be sitting in.
“Exactly, dad’s got the money, Ciel and I don’t get any of it past our allowances until we’re 21 or something. And dad’s not exactly the type of guy who’ll throw money at his kids to stop them from having tantrums.” the youngster huffed, watching the other return with his coffee to approach the couch, “Is that some sort of hint that you want me to convince my dad to splurge and buy you a better apartment or something? He doesn’t actually know about you, you know, at all, he just thinks I’ve miraculously managed to get myself a friend. My own age. Not some guy I met in a sex shop who Ciel and I fuck around with.”
Admittedly the assumption on Vincent’s part wasn’t entirely wrong. Sebastian was about as close to a ‘friend’ that Louvel’d managed to get. Well, kinda was a friend for Lou in that case.
Another quick look around. Yeah he wasn’t sitting on anything. A quick glance at the black-haired male, looking him up and down, paying careful attention to the condition of his pants before he strode over to him, turned around, and promptly plopped himself down onto the man’s lap.
A moment of making himself comfortable, flopping back against the man’s chest and scowling up at him. “We’re not fighting. He pissed off to that blonde slut’s place for that day and I got bored.” He reached out to make a grab for the lighter to snatch it away, for the moment abandoning his sleeve chewing, “And no smoking when I’m around, remember? Unless you actually are out to kill me?”
“Hey, do you really think that my sex life was limited to my hand before you two came along?” he asked, slightly insulted at the assumption. Though, as sad as it might be, there was some truth to the teens words, before the twins had come along his life had been incredibly dull, and not to mention lonely. In the years before meeting the twins, he’d simply come to accept the fact that most people weren’t exactly interested in making any kind of long lasting relationship with a druggie like himself. Sure, there was the occasional one night stand, or the dealers who he would visit every now and again to fill his stash. But to them, he was just another sod to suck money or a wasted night from, endlessly replaceable.
Of course, that wasn’t at all to say he thought himself some holy grail to the twins either. No, he knew all to well that to them as well, he was a replaceable, risk free pervert, someone who they could use as much as they wanted with no risk on their part. But at least they would talk to him sometimes, at least, after the fun was over, they would stay the night.
“Heh, and I’m saying your allowences alone are probably more than what I make in a month, so, if you wanted a better place, I’m sure you could get one. Oh and don’t get me wrong, a new apartment would be awesome, but somehow I don’t think getting your dad to buy one for the guy who fucks his kids would go over very well.” he said , shivering slightly at the thought of the twins father ever finding out their little secret.
Having just gotten comfortable himself, and silently wondered why his gust hadn’t done the same, Sebastian watched with a raised eyebrow as the teen walked over to him. About to ask just what the other boy was doing, the dark haired male’s question was abruptly cut off as the younger plopped down on his lap. It wasn’t that the teen was particularly heavy, or that Sebastian didn’t enjoy having him in his lap, but being plopped on by anyone was bound to hurt just a little, especially after he’d just gotten up. And the way the younger male shifted to get himself comfortable didn’t make things any better.
Ignoring what could be a problem later for now, Sebastian grinned, unable to help that the upside-down scowl he was getting was anything but cute. Quickly kissing his forehead, Sebastian gave a smile “Oh well, that’s better than you two fighting- but it sounds like you’re jealou- hey!” he stopped mid-sentence as the lighter was snatched from his grasp, though he instantly sighed, reminded that his habitual smoking and Louvel’s asthma didn’t exactly mix, “Dammit.” he grumbled, setting the unused cigarette down, “Looks like we’re both gonna need a way to keep our mouths busy.” he sighed, already feeling his nerves buzz at the lack of after sleep nicotine.
The boy’s eye almost instantly flicked past the older male, scanning the room that had been revealed and choosing to instead continue chewing on his sleeve. Wow how did this guy even live with all this crap, seriously.
The blue eye fixed quickly enough on the man again, the teen scowling up at him, clearly displeased that he’d been ignored. He did stop chewing, for a short moment, but just to make a jibe. “And your appartment’s going to end up stinking enough that people are going to assume you’re hiding a body in here. Do you have an allergy to cleaning or something?”
He entered anyway, slipping past Sebastian and returning to his chewing - and eyeing the mess with clear distaste and the oddest urge to fucking clean because god knows what he’d end up sitting on. “Remind me again why we ever come to your place for anything? Pretty sure that your work place’d be cleaner than here, even if you were running a fucking porn ring from the back room.”
He was far too used to everything being clean and tidy. Or at least somewhat tidy - his room was a more organised mess than this. Anyway back to chewing on his sleeve, not like he really had anything else to chew on at this point. Sebastian himself probably hadn’t even showered recently.
Speaking of which. “Did you just get up or something?” Louvel asked, glancing back towards the man.
The disapproving look on the boys face wasn’t hard to miss, though it was only met with a grin of his own. Honestly, what did the younger teen expect, what with the hours he put in at the shop, and the occasional night he spent bar tending, and not to mention how much time taking part in immoral acts with identical twin teens too up, it wonder his small apartment wasn’t any more chaotic. Even so, though it wasn’t the cleanest, by compasaision, it wasn’t the worst place someone could live.
Chuckling at the comment as he stepped aside to let the smaller boy in, “Oh yeah, I can see the headlines now. ‘Body of an ungrateful teenage brat found stuffed into mans floorboards’.” he said in his best news anchor voice as he shut and latched the door behind the boy, and turned to stride back into his kitchen. He reentered the room a moment later, a steaming mug of coffee in his hands.
“Hey now, your dad is the one with all the money, you know, if you wanted a better place to go, I’m sure you could find a way to get it.” he said, walking past the smaller male to plot himself down on the couch, “And don’t forget that you’re the one that wanted to comer over today, I didn’t make you.” he continued, eying the boy as he set the mug down and reached for a carton of cigarettes that sat on a small table.
Searching his pockets for his lighter, the dark haired male simply nodded, “Yup, and I had the pleasure of waking up to the nicest message.” he chimed sarcastically as he pulled a small plastic lighter from his pocket, “By the way, its a Saturday so I thought you would have been with Ciel…unless you guys are fighting again?”