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He wrinkled his nose and laughed at the thought of his own sweat causing his hair to look so sexy as it did in that photo. ”I do feel better then. That does sound like my Christophe.” He went over a few more until reaching the end. He closed up the portfolio and handed it back to Butters. ”Thank you for sharing that with me,” he said with a kind smile, “I won’t tell him I looked at them.”
Butters nodded and place the book next to him, “It was my pleasure, I’m glad I ran into you today” he added, “I wouldn’t want us to be on bad terms. I think you are a great guy, Gregory.”
Gregory felt really guilty now, but he told himself to keep smiling. How could someone he’d been awful to be so kind? It was all genuine too. ”I think you and I could become good friends, Butters,” he said, “I’d like to see you more.”
Butters nodded, “That would be great” he replied. He wasn’t sure if they had that many things in common. It was obvious that Gregory had a great taste in style, maybe they could go shopping together sometime, not that Butters would actually buy anything, he’d still have a good time.
The shorter blond spotted the waitress walking towards them with what looked like their meal. Butters still couldn’t think of any excuses, he’d have to improvise.
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He wrinkled his nose and laughed at the thought of his own sweat causing his hair to look so sexy as it did in that photo. ”I do feel better then. That does sound like my Christophe.” He went over a few more until reaching the end. He closed up the portfolio and handed it back to Butters. ”Thank you for sharing that with me,” he said with a kind smile, “I won’t tell him I looked at them.”
Butters nodded and place the book next to him, “It was my pleasure, I’m glad I ran into you today” he added, “I wouldn’t want us to be on bad terms. I think you are a great guy, Gregory.”
Gregory felt really guilty now, but he told himself to keep smiling. How could someone he’d been awful to be so kind? It was all genuine too. ”I think you and I could become good friends, Butters,” he said, “I’d like to see you more.”
Butters nodded, he could use someone with Gregory’s body shape in his team. The height and shoulder width would give him the chance to use the clothes he made for younger people than what he dresses Christophe in. The hair colour would really match that shirt he made a few weeks ago and with the dark belt he modified a few days ago.
The blond had to stop himself, if he started thinking about clothes, it would never end, “That would be nice” he finally said, realizing how weird he must have looked while he imagined different clothes on the taller blond.
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Gregory laughed softly, flipping through more photos. ”He never tells me anything. That he does this. He complains when I ask him to put on nice clothes or to let me do his hair.” He stopped at one particular photo, a blush creeping up on his cheeks.
“I’d be embarrassed too if someone would make me wear clothes completely opposite to what I normally wear and showed pictures to Clyde” he laughed.
Butters pointed out a picture, “This hair, I actually didn’t have enough time to change it, that’s all him and his sweaty hands who styled it. Red said he looked fine, I think she just can’t tell the difference between well kept man hair and this.”
He wrinkled his nose and laughed at the thought of his own sweat causing his hair to look so sexy as it did in that photo. ”I do feel better then. That does sound like my Christophe.” He went over a few more until reaching the end. He closed up the portfolio and handed it back to Butters. ”Thank you for sharing that with me,” he said with a kind smile, “I won’t tell him I looked at them.”
Butters nodded and place the book next to him, “It was my pleasure, I’m glad I ran into you today” he added, “I wouldn’t want us to be on bad terms. I think you are a great guy, Gregory.”
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Gregory sat up quickly and carefully opened it up. He blinked at the first picture of Christophe he saw, in the clothing Butters made. ”This is…my Christophe? He looks so…kept.”
“He squirms and complains like a kid, but once I get him in the clothes” Butters nodded, “I don’t know how Red manages to get shots where he looks that great. When I look at him from behind the camera all I see is the faces he make and the weird poses” he continued, passionate.
“She just clicks at the perfect moment” he finished, drinking some more water and looking around at the crowd of people.
Gregory laughed softly, flipping through more photos. ”He never tells me anything. That he does this. He complains when I ask him to put on nice clothes or to let me do his hair.” He stopped at one particular photo, a blush creeping up on his cheeks.
“I’d be embarrassed too if someone would make me wear clothes completely opposite to what I normally wear and showed pictures to Clyde” he laughed.
Butters pointed out a picture, “This hair, I actually didn’t have enough time to change it, that’s all him and his sweaty hands who styled it. Red said he looked fine, I think she just can’t tell the difference between well kept man hair and this.”
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Gregory nodded and set his menu down. “Just a simple chicken Caesar. I’m actually very hungry, and meat’s filling enough.” He set his menu down and waited for the waitress to come by to place their orders. He ended up ordering a strawberry daiquiris as well, figuring he could probably handle the alcohol.
Butters mentioned he didn’t want any dressing in his salad. How someone can soak vegetables is oil wasn’t something he could understand. Adding fat to something as light as vegetables?
Once the waitress took their menus, Butters reached for the portfolio and placed it in front of Gregory with a grin.
Gregory sat up quickly and carefully opened it up. He blinked at the first picture of Christophe he saw, in the clothing Butters made. ”This is…my Christophe? He looks so…kept.”
“He squirms and complains like a kid, but once I get him in the clothes” Butters nodded, “I don’t know how Red manages to get shots where he looks that great. When I look at him from behind the camera all I see is the faces he make and the weird poses” he continued, passionate.
“She just clicks at the perfect moment” he finished, drinking some more water and looking around at the crowd of people.
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He smiled and looked over the menu some more, and then flipped to the backside to see what kind of cocktails they had. ”What are you getting?”
“I think I’ll get the cucumber and tomato salad” the shorter blond answered with a smile, closing his menu, “Have you decided?”
Gregory nodded and set his menu down. “Just a simple chicken Caesar. I’m actually very hungry, and meat’s filling enough.” He set his menu down and waited for the waitress to come by to place their orders. He ended up ordering a strawberry daiquiris as well, figuring he could probably handle the alcohol.
Butters mentioned he didn’t want any dressing in his salad. How someone can soak vegetables is oil wasn’t something he could understand. Adding fat to something as light as vegetables?
Once the waitress took their menus, Butters reached for the portfolio and placed it in front of Gregory with a grin.
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“Oh, no need. I don’t take dressing in my salad” Butters replied, smiling over the menu, “Thank you for offering” he added as he looked down again.
He awkwardly took his water when he noticed Gregory drinking and also drank.
He smiled and looked over the menu some more, and then flipped to the backside to see what kind of cocktails they had. ”What are you getting?”
“I think I’ll get the cucumber and tomato salad” the shorter blond answered with a smile, closing his menu, “Have you decided?”
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Gregory ordered a basket of bread and olive oil mixed with vinegar right off the bat as an appetizer to give the two of them time to decide their meal. ”Mmm, excellent…this place is adorable.” He looked around, very pleased with the relaxed, classy atmosphere. ”What do you recommend?”
Butters buried his face in the menu, “I’ve only been here once, I had a salad” he answered, “They mostly make salads, I don’t know much about the dressings, alot of them have french names.”
“Everything looks delicious,” he said, growing more impressed every second he read the menu. ”I’m going for Italian, hands down.” He set the menu down and took a delicate sip of his water. ”Need help on the dressings? I should know them, or at least the idea of it.”
“Oh, no need. I don’t take dressing in my salad” Butters replied, smiling over the menu, “Thank you for offering” he added as he looked down again.
He awkwardly took his water when he noticed Gregory drinking and also drank.
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Butters liked being led. It made life simpler in many ways. He always was more of a follower. He took seat where Gregory seemed to want them to sit. Before he could say anything the waitress was already bringing them some water and welcoming them. Butters was polite to her and smiled at Gregory. Now he needed to find an excuse for not eating, he could order something small and plain and just nibble on it.
Gregory ordered a basket of bread and olive oil mixed with vinegar right off the bat as an appetizer to give the two of them time to decide their meal. ”Mmm, excellent…this place is adorable.” He looked around, very pleased with the relaxed, classy atmosphere. ”What do you recommend?”
Butters buried his face in the menu, “I’ve only been here once, I had a salad” he answered, “They mostly make salads, I don’t know much about the dressings, alot of them have french names.”
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Gregory smiled and nodded, following the cuter boy’s step. He flushed slightly when he took his arm and he was extremely pleased. Perhaps he did forgive him for being so rude. He clutched his arm to his chest and walked on. However he couldn’t help but feel that the boy could use more than just a salad. His arm felt like a bone.
“Have you had any luck with any shops today, Butters?”
The shorter blond sighed, “Not today” he said, bitting his lower lip, “I was really counting on this one too, most of what they offer would match my style.”
Butters stopped when they reached a red light, the place he had mention was just across the street, “I’m not going to give up, though!” he smiled up to Gregory.
Gregory smiled and playfully bumped his hip. ”Atta boy, champ.” He often saw what Butters wore and if that was all hand made from his spare time, he couldn’t wait to see what kind of stuff he had prepared.
They arrived at the place and went inside, Gregory instantly leading the pair to a spot near the window.
Butters liked being led. It made life simpler in many ways. He always was more of a follower. He took seat where Gregory seemed to want them to sit. Before he could say anything the waitress was already bringing them some water and welcoming them. Butters was polite to her and smiled at Gregory. Now he needed to find an excuse for not eating, he could order something small and plain and just nibble on it.
