#wip south side circuit
“You’ve got grease on you,” Noah says, leaning over the ledge of the counter to scrub a thumb over the sharp of Eza’s cheek.
He rolls his eyes and snorts. “I was half under a car. What’d you want on me, glitter?”
“Tempting,” Nico tells him, thumb smoothing out and giving way to his palm, which he presses against the side of his boyfriend’s face. “Very tempting. I think I’d way to see that, actually.”
“You’d be paying a lot for it,” Ezra grumbles, holding out his hand. “Help me up.”
Nico takes it after a moment and tugs, Ezra easily uncurling. The creeper rolls partway back under the lifted car. “Is it going to take a lot to get it back up and running?”
“Dunno.”
“Let me reword that,” says Nico, teasingly. “Are you going to come and get lunch with me, or should I just get it on my own?”
“Fuck, is it that late?” Ezra glances at the neon lit clock hanging on the far side of the wall, rakes a hand through the part of his tangled brown hair hanging against his neck. “Shit. No, s’alright. I’ll come get lunch with you.”
Nico smiles with his teeth. “Exactly what I was hoping you would tell me.”
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