Thread: Blast From The Past (ChurchxMoon)

Evan smirked a little and shrugged. all parents are arses. all parents find some reason or another to hate their kids. mine was being born, yours was being gay. he shrugged. in the end, does it matter? if they can't love you for who you are, is it worthwhile to care about them? he asked, blinking at Max before he snickered. oh i bet she just loved that too, didn't she. bet she was one of those that though if she just tried hard enough, she could make you straight, huh? she must have just been gagging for you. he asked, sounding extremely amused. yeah well. i already thanked her. he admitted simply. even if she pretends i don't exist most of the time, she still loves me... most days. he admitted, which explained why Max hadn't known. Alex pretended Evan didn't exist... which meant whatever he had done, it was probobly bad, and ongoing. righto then. Evan chirped with a smirk. i'll just roast to death in the summer when i have to smoke. he promised. i don't break things unless you piss me off. he promised as he paused. Earl Gray, Green, Peppermint, Black, and Chamomile. he stated with a shrug. any of those will be fine. he promised. loose if you can find it, but i don't think you heathen yanks care for that sort of thing... you do have a teapot right? and a Kettle? and no they are, in fact, NOT the same thing i'll have you know. he huffed a little. oh never mind, if i have to i'll buy my own, you American's don't know a proper teapot from a biscuit. he admitted with a sigh as he headed up for his shower. well, this is all sixes and sevens isn't it? he mused to himself with a shake of his head. he was still sleeping when the other came home, having very pleasant dreams about that Bobbie and getting his revenge. he woke just before lunch and got dressed, forgoing the underwear. he hadn't packed any, anyway. Max? Evan called as he headed down into the Kitchen, his head tilted as he considered what to make himself for lunch. he'd love a good cottage pie, but he was pretty sure they didn't have things like that. he'd make himself a sandwich and submit himself to eating nasty food for the duration of his stay. he couldn't expect Max to go so far out of his way to actually make English food for him, when he was intruding on the mans life. he didn't exactly care that he was intruding, to say the least, but he could at least be polite. he was pleased to see a proper stove top Kettle, but it didn't take him long to realize that there was no teapot. at least there was good rich tea to enjoy, even if there was no teapot or tea cozy. he'd go out and buy one himself. hell he'd order them from England if he had to. he hummed as he made himself a sandwich, using a knife to cut some cucumbers. he didn't like the look of the cold meats so he had a butter and cucumber sandwich instead. he wrote a letter to Max, informing the other that he was going 'out to get a pot' before he headed off down the road. he made it back in an hour, with a teapot and a tea cozy in tow and whistling, clearly quite chipper. Hey. you want a cuppa? he asked, already heading for the stove. Green or Black? he asked, rooting through his shopping bag for the tea he wanted. he'd gotten an army load of the stuff. at least he was acting like a normal person again.