Playing House: Moving In

[notjustaface]

It's not the best digs they've had, it's a small one-bedroom apartment in the middle of Montreal, but compared to where they've been staying it may as well be the Vegas Hilton. But, it's theirs.

For a whole month, it belongs to them to come and go as they please and make a life for themselves. A life that Face hopes might just be enough to convince Hannibal that running maybe isn't the best idea.

After a day of shopping every thrift shop and half the department stores in town, they managed to pull together some basic living necessities that Face was taking great care to bring up from the curb while Murdock put it all away.

"Last box, baby..." he says with a wide smirk, locking the door behind them. "This is real."

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[notthatcrazy]

"Well... I guess we could postpone dinner in that case."

He turns for a proper kiss, slow and tender.

[notjustaface]

He's only joking a little, though he's sure his body could probably keep that promise.

"Wouldn't want to delay it too long..." Face groans against his lips, licking gently. "Can't have my boy hungry."

[notthatcrazy]

He parts his lips slightly, letting him in.

"You take such good care of me, babe."

It's a lighthearted comment, but there's a lot of truth behind it.

[notjustaface]

A lot of truth for both of them.

"Gotta keep your strength up..." he murmurs, kissing him again; "I'd like to keep you around a bit."

[notthatcrazy]

It's true that he's always been on the skinny side, and he does sometimes forget to eat unless someone reminds him. But he doesn't like Face to worry.

"Ain't plannin' on going' anywhere, sweetheart."

[notjustaface]

"Better not," he cautions, squeezing him again.

"Someone's gotta have my six."

[notthatcrazy]

"You know it, man."