Located in the middle of the city slums Reece's apartment could certainly be worst. On the outside it looks like all of the other's but he generally keeps it pretty nice, and makes most of the space he has. Similarly he has added renovations to the place over the years, such as replacements of the appliances in the bathroom as well as those in the kitchen. With no dining room to speak of he can often be found eating in the living room or at the counter area in his kitchen unit. He has floor to ceiling windows in the split section of his living room. Windows that are often covered and shaded up with some sort of blinds or curtains. With a daughter most of the time the place seems to small and cluttered, which is why he has a good amount of interest to move out in the near future and to a two bedroom apartment- but certainly not one in the heart of the city.
Reece highly doubted seeing his face everyday was a bad thing. And it wasn't like it was his fault. He worked at the bar, and sort of undercover for the resistance. As for why he was assigned to Caleb and why the hell they had to spend so much time together... well he would never get the answer to those questions. It also wasn't so easy for him to be around the teenager most of his waking hours, which is why he was thankful for the oasis that was home. Even now the younger man was infiltrating the place Reece lived, so could it even count anymore? The mention of any sort of thank you hardened his resolve to avoid just those words. He wasn't a man to just throw the word around, unless of course it was with Savannah, in which case he couldn't manage to thank her enough. Nevertheless on a small level he was thankful for not having died in that alley in what was only less than an hour ago- of course he wouldn't say that though. Now would he? A soft laugh parted his lips. "Everyone cares what's in the goody bag." Reece told him, "Even you, and if you didn't think about it before, I'm sure you are now. And I'm sure." He replied dryly. If he wasn't calling him Nana Butters, than who else was he talking to? He decided to let it pass though. It didn't matter. He also ignored being flipped the bird as he inhaled before letting out a long overdue breath. For a moment he let his brain relax before he pushed himself away from the wall he'd allowed himself to lean against for a minute. After a short internal debate he moved down the street. Maybe he could just escape now. It would make things less complicated, and who would really care to comment on his outfit. They could stare, but they'd never comment. Reece also knew for a fact Evie wouldn't even talk the time to process the shirt. So instead of wasting his time waiting around for Caleb he slowly made his way down the sidewalk. He didn't take the time to finish the joint as he put it out before putting it back where he had found it in his pocket. Unfortunately he didn't make much progress before the guy returned. Reece was determined to keep walking but his body came to a stop anyways. Soon enough he took in the vibrant piece of fabric in his hands and his eyebrow rose in amusement. Was that for him? With little to no though he placed the change in his pocket as well before giving him a half-hearted grin. "Oh thank you." He said before reaching for it. Eh, it would do. Reece told himself it could be worse... He didn't know by how much, but it could. "I'm sure they will, they'll be like: he's a man of mystery. I wonder what he's packing down below with a shirt like that." Instead of standing there and protesting against the garment he just decided to put it on. At least it would be loose on his shoulders and he wouldn't feel so constricted. With little civility he tore off the nurse shirt. He caught the shirt just in time before sliding that on. Glancing down at himself he refused to show just how much the print annoyed him before he folded up the nurses shirt. "Let's get this over with." He said with a short nod before he began off down the sidewalk once more. Luckily for him the walk actually wasn't that long back to his apartment.
Reece rolled his eyes as he adjusted the shirt just a bit. "Hmm, well we have to let the public get a sneak peek of what's to come sweetie." He told him. Trying not to show how much he disliked the shirt he let his arms hang at his sides instead of crossing them over his chest like he so desperately wanted to. He would own the damn shirt. And the silly little cat that took up his upper chest. They fell into silence and he felt a bit strange. It was so uncommon for Caleb not to be saying something. Deciding against voicing so aloud he lived with it. Silence was fine with him anyways. And it would save him from the urge of wanting to punch the other guy in the face if he was to say some silly things that often bothered him.The slow pace bothered him though and he was regretting his decision to fight earlier. How much longer would the pain last? Hopefully he'd find some pain meds back at home, though, and everything would feel better. Or at least his brain would tell him that. His breath became labored and he stopped every now and then just to catch himself before he fell flat on his face.Arriving at his apartment he felt immediate relief. Instead of taking the stairs as he so usually did, he opted for the elevator. It would take longer, but certainly no longer than it would be to take the stairs right now. Luckily for him the elevator arrived just as he pressed the button, but that didn't save him from the long minute it took just to get back up to floor three. Once there he almost sprinted from the elevator and towards his apartment door. Reaching into his pockets he cursed softly when he realized his keys weren't there. He had little time to panic about where they could possibly be as the door swung up and he was greeted by a bundle of limbs crashing into his leg. Laughing softly he crouched down low enough to swing the little girl into his arms. "Hello to you to Evie." He nuzzled her cheek before giving her eskimo kisses and tickling her slightly in the side, earning him one of her adorable little giggles. Walking inside he expected Caleb to follow as he said a short thank you to Savannah, and his friend was on her way. It was uncommon for her to leave so quickly, but he figured it was likely due to Caleb and his presence.Setting his angel down on the counter that separated the kitchen and the divided living room she pointed at his shirt. "Kitty." She said, her smile wide before she grabbed a fistful of the fabric and bunched it up in her hands.
Reece laughed softly letting her tug at the shirt with her little hands. When Caleb approached though she squealed in delight and let go of his shirt. Hearing the word Daddy she looked towards her father before standing up on the counter suddenly jumping up and down in excitement as if she couldn't contain all of her energy in her small body. Feeling the man's arm around his shoulder he decided to ignore it as he watched his daughter in amusement, careful to put his arm up on the edge of the counter just in case she slipped. Of course he could also reprimand her for the fact she was jumping up and down on the counters, but what would be the fun in that? Besides it was best to tire her out before she failed to go to sleep later, when he needed to catch up on her own sleep. He grinned slightly as his daughter moved closer to Caleb. A bit of an attention seeker she quite enjoyed being the object of everyone and anyone's affections. "Yes." She said, with her adorable little lisp before she suddenly stopped jumping and ducked her head as if in shame. "I finish em all today." Evie's words were little more than a whisper before she peered back up at the two. Reece shook his head slowly, inhaling sharply. "Well why would you eat all of those sweets?" He asked, chucking her under the chin and acting as though he was megally disappointed in her. But he couldn't keep up the facade for long as he saw the signs of tears blurring up her eyes. Quickly he scooped her up in his arms, though. "But we can make more though, right?" He asked, as he placed a kiss on her smooth forehead before setting her back down once more. "For uncle Caleb?" Reece asked raising an eyebrow as his smile was reflected on her face. It was weird to call the man standing beside him an uncle to his daughter, but it would help with the bad habit of Evie calling him a slurry crisp when Caleb wasn't around. After all it wasn't like he wanted her to say it to his face and then all the sudden there would be question of where exactly she'd heard such a saying like that.Wasting no time he signalled briefly for the other man to keep an eye on her before he made his way over towards the pantry. Biting his lower lip he looked at what he had to work with. While he was known to make things from scratch he found himself reaching for the brownie mix instead. It would make the process much quicker and Caleb could leave right away. No doubt he'd do some more, and real, baking this weekend as well. When it came to his little angelic monster could he really say no anyways? Reece washed his hands off, hardly mindful of the shirt anymore. Besides when Evie was in the kitchen there was no doubt things would get a little dirty. And mind as well ruin the shirt he had little to no interest in keeping.
Reece hit the man over the head with the brownie box shaking his head. "No, we just don't have any more cookie batter." He told him with a scolding tone, not letting any of it get to his head. Besides, they were just brownies. It wasn't like he was presenting him with a tray of freshly baked goods of all varieties.He grabbed all the need essentials spreading them across the newly cleaned counters before opening the box. "Evie, you wanna help Daddy with cracking the eggs?" It was always a mess when she did it herself, but it wasn't such a hassle pulling out broken shells. After all she was the only one he ever seemed to have patience for at the end of the day. She toddled across the counter before reaching her hands up towards him for an egg. He laughed at her softly before shaking his head. "First you've got to wash your hands sweetie." He reminded her. The answer he received was little more than a pout as he lifted her up from under her arms. He brought her over towards the stool by the sink wincing slightly as his side reminded him he should probably be resting. He set her down before turning on the water. "Remember ABC's he told her before giving her some soap." The young girl sang softly, occasionally skipping letters all together and going completely out of order. Briefly Reece turned his attention back to Caleb. "If you need another shirt my room is just around the corner." He told him with a shrug. Where his bedroom was seemed obvious enough. And it could hardly be called a bedroom considering how cramped it was.
Reece's lower lip curled at the accusation, that had to be the farthest statement from the actual truth. "Hmm, I don't think my utter dislike of you has changed much over the course of the days events." He told him before turning his attention back towards his daughter who was looking up at him expectantly to turn off the water. Chuckling softly he did just that before tickling her middle, aware that Caleb had disappeared around the corner. He set Evie back down on the floor amidst her giggles. "You can go on and watch some TV if you want." He murmured softly into her ear before standing back up at full height. While she did enjoy making a mess in the kitchen with him she couldn't say no to cartoons, especially considering he rarely let her watch them. They'll rot your brain after all. Spotting Caleb as he walked back towards the divided kitchen he raised an eyebrow. Reece's wardrobe consisted purely of dark jeans, and black and white v-neck t-shirts. Crinkling his nose he shook his head wondering where in the hell he had found that before he was reminded of the pile of clothes that had been growing in the corner of his room and shaking his head. "What a nice color on you." He said with a sideways smirk. Turning on his heels he continued over towards the couch to make sure Evie was situated with the TV before he began on the brownies, presetting the oven to 325 degrees. But just as he was doing so his daughter jumped up from her position on the couch and ran quickly towards Caleb before plowing into his legs and wrapping her arms around them before staring up at him insistently. "No." She stuck out her lower lip in a pout, "That's my job."
"Oh it makes you feel exposed does it?" Reece said scoffing softly. "I've never seen less skin in my life." He noted before he began to pour ingredients into the bowl. Glancing down at his own shirt he shrugged slightly before shaking his head. "A Caleb-Poo I think it rather suits me. Maybe I should add a few more bright colors to my closet. You like this shirt, don't you Evie?" He asked watching carefully as the other man lifted her up into his arms. It wasn't like he didn't trust him... okay he didn't, so yeah, that was why he kept a close eye. The little girl seemed to shake her head and he rose an eyebrow slightly before realizing the gesture was in answer to Caleb. She held one slightly pudgy finger in his face holding back a smile as best as she could. "One taste. That's it though." Reece grinned pouring the brownie mix into a ready pan before leaning back against the counter. It would be another few minutes before the oven reached the needed temperature.
Evie's eyes widened in what could only be described as disbelief before a frown made its way across her lips. "That was more than one taste!" She told him, smacking him on his hand- though the force behind the action wasn't all that much, or at least not hard enough to do any real damage. Seeing them Reece rolled his eyes a bit before walking over towards the mixture. "That wasn't so nice Evie." He reprimanded his daughter, running his fingers smoothly through her curls before the little girl just shrugged her shoulders. If it was anyone else he would've told her to apologize, but he couldn't help but to be a little entertained. Distantly he heard the oven beeping - a sign it had reached the required temperature. "It's okay. Besides they're much better when they're fresh out of the oven. Uncle Caleb won't be getting any though." He told her with a serious look before he grabbed his oven mitt and carefully slid the pan inside. Barely paying much attention he momentarily rested his left hand on the rack for only a second. A second was enough as he quickly retracted his hand and hissed under his breath- the action also causing his side to scream in protest. Today was not Reece Masterson's day. Not acting rashly he slowly closed the oven before hurrying off to the bathroom in order to wet a washcloth
(view spoiler)[when Caleb calls Reece a boy - whattttt? xD (hide spoiler)]Reece pressed his lips together, ignoring the other man's taunts over the brownies. It didn't really matter who got them, he was sure after two Evie would be stuffed, and if she ate any more than that she would complain of a tummy ache which she had the tendency of doing. That simple fact was the only reason it made it any easier for him to even say no to the little munchkin. Holding his hand to his chest he rummaged around in an upper cabinet momentarily, sighing with impatience as all he was able to find were full sized towels. Reece's eyes went to the door as he heard approaching footsteps as well as the distant sound of the television being turned on. "I am a know-it-all, and that's exactly why I was aware of that particular fact." He replied to Caleb with some sort of attempt at a smile, but the final product probably looked so much more like a grimace on his face. "Of course whether or not I have a whole bottle of aloe laying around is another story entirely." Reece carefully took a step back, ignoring the naturally instinct to shove the other man after being moved out of the way. "Yes, I did. How'd you guess?" He asked dryly before continuing. "I want you in my bed and only in my bed for the next week - and then after that I want you to father all of my children." Being referred to as a boy he bit his lower lip before shaking his head, his chest moving slightly as he held in a laugh. "Mmm, I don't. Oops. And If I do recall you're younger than me, so." With that he finally reached into the cabinet as his eyes snagged on a washcloth. Maneuvering around Caleb he turned on the faucet before soaking it with cold water.
(view spoiler)[yess lmao I think Caleb is one of my favorites x3 till we burn the ship of Caleese (or whatever their name is I can't keep up. Dropping out (hide spoiler)]Reece ignored the gesture before shrugging his shoulders. "Well first I have to be romantic and sweet, and then we get all hot and dirty. Unless of course you prefer that we just skip to the second part and forget about the romancing entirely dear Caleb." He teased, finding it rather easy to do so. Admittedly only a small while ago he found it difficult to have more than one worded conversations with the man in his bathroom, now at least they could joke around. The flirting always surprised him, but it also provided comic relief. Certainly nothing serious. After the task they would share no part in each other's lives anyways. Seeing what he said threw Caleb a little off blanace he smirked a bit, forgetting his mission for a moment before he slapped the wet cloth on the palm of his hand. "They're not so bad." Reece said, shortly scanning the other mans body, "And a little boy would be perfect, someone to take fishing and all that sh*t." He told him with a short nod of his head as if the decision was final. Suddenly being poked in the chest he stared at Caleb's finger before shrugging his shoulders briefly. "Oh, and how many times do you think I burn myself while making baked goods?" The entire question felt awkward leaving his mouth and he couldn't help but to laugh at himself a bit. "The real man is the one who embraces wearing the kitty shirt, not the one who buys it. But I guess since you're not a fan I'll just take it off." With his one functioning hand he whipped off the shirt before throwing it on the counter where he would take care of it later. Figuring that was the end of it he turned to head back out towards the living room before his hand was yanked under the water that was still running from the faucet. Reece hissed a bit at the feel of the pressure against his burn and clenched his free fist trying to hold back any noises of pain. After all this wasn't so bad considering he'd only been stabbed earlier in the day. "I doubt I will." He muttered through clenched teeth, not bothering to pull away though as he felt some sort of relief even as it continued to burn a bit.
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