ᅠᅠ⠀ ࿐ ❛ SHE’S GOT ME NERVOUS TALKIN’ A HUNDRED MILES AN HOUR, SHE’S MORE THAN WORTH IT, SWEAR SHE SMELLS JUST LIKE A FLOWER.ᐟ ❜ ᅠᅠ⠀ 𓆗 ꒷꒦ ❗️READ PINNED ❗️ ꒷꒦

If you hurry up and get home—

. . .i need you, Frankie. As soon as Possible.

You just like hearing my noises.

❝ gotta work professionally at the job, baby. you want people thinking they have a chance with me? ❞ He teases, not taking long to get to the house and get out of the car, walking up to unlock the door and get inside. ❝ you have me for the night and all tomorrow. ❞

He’s picking up his jacket and kissing his head, nodding. ❝ that needy for me tonight are you? ❞ He teases before taking him out to the car and getting in, tossing his jacket in the back. ❝ still gotta get home first, sweetheart. ❞

❝ only two more hours, sunshine. Then you have me to yourself. I’m off tomorrow. ❞ He presses a kiss to Frankie’s lips and smiles, patting his ass before gently moving away to kick yet another person out, the two hours going by in a flash.

He chuckles, patting his arm with his metal hand before turning to ruffle his hair and kiss his forehead. ❝ getting touchy whilst I’m on duty? I should punish you. ❞

There’s a moment his hearing picks up someone trying to pick the lock to backstage, attention immediately moving to grab the guy and kick him out. ❝ what part of staff only do you not understand? ❞ He growls before kicking the guy out, sighing softly.

❝ I’m what? Wearing a T-shirt? ❞ Kicking another guy out past his limit. Looking hot doing it too. He radios over the headset details of the time and customer, not standing too far away.

Walking past @WOLFSKlD; yes he knows he’s there, he’s teasing him with wearing a T-shirt today for work.

❝ sure. I ain’t working tonight. ❞ He scratches over his arm and smiles, stepping a bit closer. ❝ your place or mine? ❞

❝ you’re fine, sweetheart. that type of talk doesn’t bother me. just nice to know someone looks at me from time to time. ❞ He offers a small smile, now also crossing his arms.

It wouldn’t be the first time someone’s pointed it out, or the worst he’s heard. ❝ no, I think I’m fine, sugar. ❞

He places his hands on his own hips and shakes his head. ❝ then what do you mean— not like other guys, huh? ❞

I— ( he pauses for a moment, cheeks a little red as he raises a brow. ) you saying I smell?

I don’t think you can handle me, sweetheart. I’m not everyone’s pick. Nice to meet you.

I wouldn’t mind it. Name’s Rook.

Y’wanna check it out for yourself?