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riseabxve:

He’s an idiot. Tell him he’s
an idiot.He’s an idiot, right?
So, he made it into creepy
ass Hemlock Grove, made
a damn appointment with
Roman 
like he isn’t too next
level for that…

He’s an idiot.

It only gets better! He brought
ice cream. Red velvet cupcake
flavored ice cream. 
It’s in a little
cooler thing that he totally didn’t
design just for this situation.
Smack him. Someone. 

He’s just  chilling there, waiting for
Ro—oh, damn, there he is. Just as hot as
in pictures. Be cool, Parker, be cool.

You’ve text cuddled.

“…hey. Surprise.”

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{ upyre }

Roman knew that Peter was a dumbass
but little did he know how much of one
he really was.  His secretary had been
the one to inform him of the other’s visit.
Peter had personally gone through the 
trouble of making an appointment with 
him.  So, there say Roman, waiting.  

He turned up the volume on his headset,
a bright green pair of Beats, and began
to tap his fountain pen against his desk.
He was never truly nervous, but there was
a small fear building in his core.  Peter
had never seen him face to face.  They’d
only ever texted – which was, even then,
an accident.  To have someone fly out
from New, York to his shitty little town
of Hemlock Grove was bewildering
and slightly touching.  

A loud beep made the upir jump in up
his chair, the sound unexpected.  His 
secretary alerted him of Peter’s presence
in the waiting room just outside of his office.
Answering the page by hanging up on the
employee with out a word, Roman stood.
He adjusted his suit, and messed up his
hair just a small amount, the perfect 
slicked-back style a bit too highstrung
looking for a first encounter.

Easing out into the hallway, his dress
shoes clicking against the marble floor.
There was, in the waiting room, clutching
a gallon container of something.  Peter
Stark-Parker, Nerd Lord of Faghide. 

    ❝   Yeah.  Hey.  ❞  

Without much clue or care, being the bold
son of a bitch he was, Roman stepped 
towards the other and leaned in to his 
face, kissing the other lightly on his cheek. 

    ❝   Welcome to
                       Hemlock  Grove, I guess. ❞

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{ riseabxve }

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