WIP of some Jupitearth aw ye
Erik had been avoiding any sort of commitment for several months now. The people he called his friends had begun shaking their heads at him, spouting out studies that had been done on ‘Self-destructive activities’ and it was all bullshit he told himself. But in one moment of weakness, he -Erik Lensherr- had admitted he might have a problem. He didn’t know what it was. The only thing he did know was that they’d stopped when he had told them he was getting one of those companions or cats or something. And that was why he was here, at the Shelter, as they called it, and strolling down the long aisles of cages.
“What the hell am I even doing…” He mutters.
“Fay. Fay! Come on, pick up, damnit!” Seb mutters furiously. “Fuck. Shit.” He cancels the call, only to have the phone dial again. Finally, he gets through.
“Nngh! S-seb?” His eyes narrowed in suspicion, and he grinned.
“Usually, babe, you don’t answer a phone during a ‘private moment’.”
“I thought it was urgent.” Seb can hear the pout in her voice.
“Oh, it was. Until you made that delicious little noise. Now, I want to know what you’re doing.”