Nobody who knew Maurice Hutch would ever call him a master of stealth, but the truth of the matter was, he was a night creature and he could be quiet when he had half a mind to. And that is why he killed the engine at the end of the drive. And that is why he managed to get through the front door undetected.
But THEN.
The bedroom door swung open so hard that the doorknob added to the dent in the wall and there stood Maurice, still in full uniform, reeking of motor oil. The dead man propped his arm against the doorframe and leaned heavily on it. He tipped his hat back and squinted at Hanna as if it were still bright out.
When the door swung open, Hanna jumped. He hadn't been expecting it, and to be honest, he hadn't expected Maurice to be so quiet about it at all. Usually he could hear his boots on the floor, but definitely not tonight. Tonight he had plans.
Hanna's hand slaps across his mouth in an attempt to keep in a snort, and he's mostly successful. "I got a pipe that's might hard to get loose, if you know what I mean," He manages from behind his hands, a grin slipping through the cracks, "Think you could help me out, pretty please?"
He sauntered across their tiny, messy room and put a muddy boot up onto the edge of the bedframe, making it creak loudly and propped his arm on his knee. He was so proud of himself. Maurice had managed not to break character all the way through the house and now he was still holding fast this close to Hanna, though his cheeks were already purple.
"I'll see what I can do." He took his hat off and put it on the ginger's head. "I think I see your problem, but it won't be easy or cheap. 'Scuse me, it's awful hot out here."
Hanna can't take his hands off his mouth. If he does, he'll break, and he'll laugh till he cries. And, to be completely honest, for a moment there, he blinks, watching his boyfriend 'do the thing', and it kind of looks great, but then he has to throw in 'it won't be easy', and 'it's awful hot' and he can't take it any more.
Tossing off his blankets, he sets his book aside, not even attempting to save his page, and scoots forward, closer, on his knees. "Here, let me help..." He says in as smooth a voice as he can without breaking, and leans forward all the more. His hands are on Maurice's shoulders, head dipping down to the exposed V of his chest, and then it happens.
He blows the biggest, loudest, wettest raspberry on his chest and then bursts out laughing, unable to keep it in any more. There he go.
Maurice looked like a grape by the time Hanna had his hand on his jacket.
I can't believe this! It works! This is going exactly the way it did in my head, he thought to himself with an enormous, shark grin. But then Hanna mouth-farted on him and shattered his thoughts. He couldn't even be mad no matter how much he wanted to be for Hanna 'ruining' his act. He threw his arms around the wizard and returned the favor right on top of his head.
Down the hall, Meranda thought about her life and the decisions she'd made and perhaps the decisions she'd failed to make that led her to where she was now. She pressed her headphones more tightly to her ears.
Hanna's almost in tears by the time he stops laughing, leaning against Maurice and enjoying his arms around him. It was cold when he had been warm under the blankets, but he's used to it. It's okay. "You are the biggest dork, you know that?" He tells him, speaking into his armpit, eyes closed and enjoying the closeness.
Maurice pulled away and grinned down at him, still flushed, a little teary-eyed from laughing and holding all that in for so long. He wasn't as rusty an actor as he thought! He wondered what else he could come up with. The praise was enough to start Maurice down a long, one-way street of corny pick-up lines and personas.
He leaned a little and saw how Hanna was sitting on his knees. In one fell swoop he swung his arm around and scooped him up and turned so that he could sit down, Hanna on his lap.
His world shifts a little, bracing himself on Maurice's shoulders more than he had before, and leans easily once Maurice is seated. "Worked, came home and ate, was readin'," he can't for the life of him remember what he as reading though. Obviously it wasn't that good.
"I can tell you had a good night though. Anything happen at work? I mean, you were so inspired." He grins and gently pokes Maurice's nose.
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But THEN.
The bedroom door swung open so hard that the doorknob added to the dent in the wall and there stood Maurice, still in full uniform, reeking of motor oil. The dead man propped his arm against the doorframe and leaned heavily on it. He tipped his hat back and squinted at Hanna as if it were still bright out.
"What seems t'be the trouble?
He'd been rehearsing this for like an hour.
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Hanna's hand slaps across his mouth in an attempt to keep in a snort, and he's mostly successful. "I got a pipe that's might hard to get loose, if you know what I mean," He manages from behind his hands, a grin slipping through the cracks, "Think you could help me out, pretty please?"
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He sauntered across their tiny, messy room and put a muddy boot up onto the edge of the bedframe, making it creak loudly and propped his arm on his knee. He was so proud of himself. Maurice had managed not to break character all the way through the house and now he was still holding fast this close to Hanna, though his cheeks were already purple.
"I'll see what I can do." He took his hat off and put it on the ginger's head. "I think I see your problem, but it won't be easy or cheap. 'Scuse me, it's awful hot out here."
He started to unbutton his shirt.
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Tossing off his blankets, he sets his book aside, not even attempting to save his page, and scoots forward, closer, on his knees. "Here, let me help..." He says in as smooth a voice as he can without breaking, and leans forward all the more. His hands are on Maurice's shoulders, head dipping down to the exposed V of his chest, and then it happens.
He blows the biggest, loudest, wettest raspberry on his chest and then bursts out laughing, unable to keep it in any more. There he go.
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I can't believe this! It works! This is going exactly the way it did in my head, he thought to himself with an enormous, shark grin. But then Hanna mouth-farted on him and shattered his thoughts. He couldn't even be mad no matter how much he wanted to be for Hanna 'ruining' his act. He threw his arms around the wizard and returned the favor right on top of his head.
Down the hall, Meranda thought about her life and the decisions she'd made and perhaps the decisions she'd failed to make that led her to where she was now. She pressed her headphones more tightly to her ears.
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"But I love you anyways."
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Maurice pulled away and grinned down at him, still flushed, a little teary-eyed from laughing and holding all that in for so long. He wasn't as rusty an actor as he thought! He wondered what else he could come up with. The praise was enough to start Maurice down a long, one-way street of corny pick-up lines and personas.
He leaned a little and saw how Hanna was sitting on his knees. In one fell swoop he swung his arm around and scooped him up and turned so that he could sit down, Hanna on his lap.
"What'd you do today?"
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"I can tell you had a good night though. Anything happen at work? I mean, you were so inspired." He grins and gently pokes Maurice's nose.