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Leo's leaning against the door frame when Adam finally comes into view. The driveway is long and leads up into a huge open space. One the right of the house is a large garage, one that is heavily secured and holds multiple cars and the yard is filled with well tended gardens. It's all incredibly over the top considering the man who owns it.

"Welcome back. You find it again okay?"


ooc: I won't lie, I spent at least ten minutes trying to find the most ridiculous looking house. I kept finding aspects I liked but not the whole picture so I'm pretending that the grey circle in the middle of the driveway is actually a garden bed and I'm pretending the housing building to the right is garages. And I'm obviously pretending that the garden is a little more garden like, filled with flowers and shrubs and trees and a pond.

[batoutofhell]

((Oh my god, that is incredible. Can I pretend the circular garden bed has a giant palm tree in the middle, or something equally out of place for whatever climate Leo lives in? ...Also I'm glad I'm not the only one who can spend over ten minutes looking at references. Probably more, in my case.))

...He's not gonna lie, he's currently couchsurfing at his boyfriend and his boyfriend's mom's house, his entire stash of belongings literally fits inside a cardboard box, and he's pretty seriously intimidated right now in the sober light of day.

"Yeah, it wasn't that hard to find." He rubs the back of his neck, looking around. ...Okay, that must be a garage. Good. Last night he thought he was seeing twohouses. That's a relief. "So...this is your place, huh? Wow."

[clichecodename]

I'm not sure Leo is the type to do that, but I don't see why you can't picture it? He probably paid a fortune for the landscaper and had a certain idea in mind for what he wanted. However, he probably does own a house somewhere where palm trees are normal? :P

"No, I imagine it wasn't. It... stands out." He has the decency to look sheepish because he's aware that his house is ridiculously oversized especially given that he's usually alone here. "Yeah. This is my place. It's uh... big." He steps aside and indicates for Adam to head inside. The decor is modest at least; sleek, well polished timber and soft leather with minimal decoration and no clutter. Given that a group of heathens broke in the night before and through a party, the house is incredibly clean -thank you Gabriel- and aside from the window that's in need of repair, there's no sign of the party at all.

The most common thing is the wine racks, all filled and sorted by country and year. And then there's the cabinets filled with various whiskeys, scotches and bourbons as well as glasses. Leo leads him through the house and into the kitchen. "I can give you the proper tour later if you'd like?"

[batoutofhell]

((I was being silly and I don't think it came through in text, sorry. :) ))

"I mean, it's a really nice house." He starts looking around as they go in, really comfortable with the decoration--if it was filled to the brim with baroque antiques, he'd probably be even more intimidated right now. As it is, he's really impressed by how clean it is considering the party and feeling a little self-conscious about his ripped jeans and cigarette smell. "Sure!" Looking quickly to Leo when he mentions about a tour. "I bet you've got some interesting places in here. It's really nice."

[clichecodename]

"You can say it; it's a tad ridiculous. But it's home. First house I ever bought." The kitchen is large, plenty of bench space and an island in the middle. The oven is huge considering that at most two people eat in the house at any given time and there's a large two-door fridge. A potted plant sits on one end of the bench and a fancy, modern coffee machine on the other; the rest of the space is cleared.

"I even have a library. Drink? Coffee, water? Might even be some soda somewhere. Or there's plenty of booze."

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Adam grins back at him and leans against the counter. "Hey, I have no high ground here. I have a cardboard box and a very tolerant boyfriend and his crappy bed. That's it. If it makes you happy, it makes you happy." He shrugs. And looks over at the coffee maker. "Uh...coffee, please? I could use the caffeine after last night."

...He blinks. "Wait. First house? There's more?"

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Frowning, Leo turns to turn the coffee machine on and grab a mug down from the cabinet above his head. He has another glass of scotch that's sitting on the bench and a cigarette is burning away where it sits in an ashtray at the far end, away from the preparation area.

"How do you have it? Sugar, milk?"

Turning around, Leo nods. "Yeah, first house. I have four. The others don't look like this. They're much more reasonable."

[batoutofhell]

"Sure." Meaning, both sugar and milk, although that might not be clear. "Is that okay?" He leans around to watch Leo pull down a mug, trying to figure out what that frown was for. --He laughs, though, and ducks a grin. "Leo, you are something else Something approaching admiration--and possibly even affection for his friend--in his voice.

[clichecodename]

"Easy." The coffee machine does it's thing and Leo adds sugar and milk before handing it over to Adam. The coffee is expensive -imported- and it tastes expensive because of course it does. He returns his attention to his cigarette but stands by the open window to keep the smoke away from Adam.

"If by something you mean 'incredibly wealthy man with absolutely no interest in stuff' then yeah. I'm something." Leo laughs at himself, shaking his head and taking a drag from his smoke.

[batoutofhell]

"Thank you." He takes the coffee with a smile and a nod and waits for it to cool. --Hah, don't bother keeping the cigarettes away from him; he pulls out a pack of his own and takes one out with his teeth. Kools. At an educated guess, he's about to shock his host with his (relatively) cheap, foul cigarettes.

"You say that..." Adam cocks his head and gives him an assessing look as he fishes out his lighter. "But you say that as a man with five fully furnished houses full of stuff. Unless it's a different kind of stuff you're talking about."

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"No problem." Leo only judges a little bit but it doesn't stop him from reaching across and plucking the cigarette and packet from Adam's hand. It might be bold, but he's never been much to be bothered by whether or not people think he's too bold. He then offers his own packet.

"I have four fully furnished houses. And one of them is probably more of a cottage. I also own a lot of cars and books. But other than those things and alcohol, I'm not much into material things." Leo smiles. "By the way, if you ever want a holiday, you and your boyfriend are welcome to stay in my house by the beach."

[batoutofhell]

Honestly? He's much more confused than worried about boldness. "Do you...not want me to smoke?" he's testing the waters a little bit. But the guy's also holding out a different pack...so he reaches out slow and hesitantly takes them as if he's not sure that it's the thing he wants him to do? Even if he's offering?

"Okay." Just...letting the whole material things discussion pass. They're just things after all. He gets a surprised, delighted grin. "Thanks. I...don't know if I'm ever going to have the time to take you up on that, but thanks. It's much appreciated. ...You'd like Ben, I think. He's a pretty heavy reader too." Mostly what Adam's been reading lately is directly school related, so...yeah, not much fun.

[clichecodename]

"I don't think anyone should smoke. It kills you, you know?" But the packet is definitely on offer and he shakes one out a little bit further when Adam hesitates to take one. "Mine smell better."

Leo pushes off the counter, grabs his glass and leads the way back out of the kitchen and into the living area, indicating for Adam to follow. "That's why you make time. If it ever comes up, I'd like to meet him." For a man of Leo's bulk, he's able to drop down onto his couch with a surprising amount of grace, not even a single drop of scotch sloshing over the side of the glass. "Make yourself comfortable."

[batoutofhell]

He actually looks a little guilty at that...and then laughs when he says they smell better. "Don't like menthols, huh?" he says, as he takes one with less hesitation. He gets up to follow.

"Okay, sure." He starts trying to plan something nice so they can meet, then. "Double date or something? You never really told me about yours..." He sits down carefully on the other side of the couch, mind already ticking over about the conversation they're planning to have."

[clichecodename]

"Was I that obvious?" Leo chuckles again.

"Told you about my what? Travis?" Reaching for the bag of tacos, Leo peaks in and hands it over to Adam because he has no idea what's what or which belongs to who. "I'm going to be honest. I've never been on a double date. I have no idea what you even do on a double date."

[batoutofhell]

He grins wide. "Yes. Yes you were." Before stashing his (new) cigarette behind his ear for a second and rummages through the bag. They're both pretty similar; beef tacos with lettuce and tomato. One has chipotle sauce and one does not, he lets Leo decide which one he wants. "Considering that's the first time you've told me his name, yeah. And...go out to eat tacos, maybe? What's he like to do?"

[clichecodename]

"I'm not even ashamed." He even looks kinda smug about it. Leo takes the one without chipotle and puts his drink down on the coffee table so he has both hands to unwrap it. "I haven't mentioned his name? I'm sure I mentioned his name. Huh. Well, now you know. He's definitely my better half. Even if I still can't get him to wear shoes for the most part and he makes me talk about my feelings and spend time sober."

[batoutofhell]

"Yeah, well." He grins. He's going to like Travis, he thinks, if they ever meet. "Some people need someone like that." He unwraps his own taco--yes, he got the one with chipotle! Today's a good day.

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There's a ridiculous smile that comes to Leo's face as he talks about Travis and it's overly apparent just how much Leo loves the other man. "He's incredibly good to me. For me. He's... working at the moment, it's why he isn't here." He takes a bite of his taco; definitely worth it.

[batoutofhell]

Awww. Yes. Definitely apparent. He grins, knowing and understanding the feeling quite well himself. "He sounds like a real good guy. I hope I get to meet him sometime." He settles in a little bit better, finding a place to set down his coffee, and he takes a bite. Yes. Very good taco.

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"He's the best." And is that pride? It sounds like pride. It looks like pride. Leo is definitely proud. "I'm sure you will. He'd have to be there for a double date, right? I think that's how it works." He smirks, brow raised. "Thanks for the taco, by the way."

[batoutofhell]

"Yeah, he would, but I can't help but notice that you never actually agreed to it before now..." He grins, shakes his head, and salutes with the taco. "Least I can do. Sorry again about the dishwasher. I was pretty drunk. So." He sounds softer at the last, and he shifts his leg up under him on the couch. "Contract killer, huh?" He's not sure how the conversation's going to go, but he's here for it.

[clichecodename]

"I'd have to talk to Travis about it first. But I can't see why not. However, I'm choose the restaurant. Don't worry about the cost, because I know you'll think of it." He shrugs. "Don't worry about the dishwasher either. It's been dealt with."

Leo actually laughs out loud at that. "Yeah. Contract killer. Ask whatever you want."

[batoutofhell]

In the sense that he actually has to worry about money, yeah he'd worry, but he nods slow, trusting Leo. And...then he grins. He takes a sip of his coffee and then settles a little differently in his chair to look at him. "How is that even a path you end up on?" As if the very idea is unfathomable to him.

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Laughing again, Leo also shifts in his chair to look at Adam. "I always liked to fight, I was good at it and even though I was always shorter than everyone else, I had the bulk to make up the difference." He reaches for his pack of smokes, lighting one up and offering the packet to Adam. "I got into cage fighting and I was good. I was better than good. And then one night I just... lost it. Killed my opponent with my bare hands. I don't even remember most of it."

He exhales slowly, relaxing back in his seat and crossing his ankles, feet on the coffee table. "I was approached by someone who offered me a job in favour of the jail time I was facing for murder. I accepted. Been doing it ever since."