indian kate moss (krishna) wrote, @ 1970-01-01 15:51:00 |
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Hanging out with Gus Lievsay honestly wasn’t something Krishna could have predicted for himself, even if he had been talking with the guy more frequently of late. The fact remained, after all, that Gus and he were very different kinds of people - and more specifically, Gus shared a lot of characteristics with the kinds of people who didn’t tend to like Krishna very much, for a lot of reasons. But if Krishna had been massively nervous about their planned meet up beforehand, he gradually relaxed into it once they met up. Because while Gus had seemed a bit stilted at first, he loosened up, too, until it was clear (or at least mostly clear) that Krishna wasn’t invading his space or his time or being too Krishna at him.
Which was how they wound up at Gus’ place after an unexpectedly long day walking around London. They were both a little damp from the rain, and therefore a bit chillier than they probably would have been otherwise, and so after shaking the water from his coat, hanging it up, and toeing off his shoes, Krishna offered to make tea. The flat was small enough that it wasn’t a mystery where the kitchen was, and Gus didn’t offer up any objections as Krishna made his way there. The cupboards were fairly bare, but there was enough for tea fixings: a couple chipped mugs, a kettle, and, most importantly, Tetleys.
While waiting for the water to boil, Krishna pushed himself up to sit on the counter, heels knocking idly against the bottom cupboards. “How long’ve you been here, again?” he asked, looking over at Gus with interest.