Tony And Leo

Anthony Evans was kind of a creep. He was a famous, successful web designer...who lived in a shitty apartment because he blew his money on figures and other stupid shit.

He was making his daily trip to the store to get his cigarettes, humming a harem manga ending theme to himself as he walked.

Alanteleomitus was very much lost, and he was also very much... unclothed. He had a sail on that he had found, but that was pretty much it, and he just kind of wandered, looking around.

Now, Tony knew every dangerous, crazy damned person in his neighborhood, but the man wandering around? He wasn't one of them. Normally, he wouldn't get involved with the new crazies, but this guy? He was pretty damned attractive. And it had been a while since he'd gotten laid. Usually the figures made them turn away.

"Hey, kid, you okay?" He asked, tapping the kid on the shoulder.

He blinked, and smiled kind of blankly. "...Oh. Hi! I haven't seen anyone who didn't yell at me for a while. Do you have a title?" He looked in his eyes--seriously, he did not break eye contact. He seemed like a weird kid.

"...yeah, look, if you're the new crack head in the neighborhood, just don't bring the kids into your little business, kay?" He asked, patting him on the back of the head.

"...I, uh, my title is Alanteleomitus. What is yours?" He restarted the conversation, giving a weak little smile. "...I don't actually know what crack is. Sorry."

"...right. Uh. You don't get my name, because you're creepin' me out, dude." He tried to sidestep him.

He blinked, worried. "...I-I'm sorry? I... I'm new here, and I don't really know how to talk to people I guess." His eyes got somewhat wibbly.

"...are you...a foreigner?" He asked, confused. "Do you need some help...?"

"Y-Yes!! I am definitely a foreigner. Yes." He smiled wide, but inside, he had no fucking idea what a foreigner was. "...I could definitely use some help..."

"Oh, alright...uhm, do you have any clothes?" He asked, pulling the kid into the store. "Here, wait here and I'll just buy us some food, kay?"

He blinked and smiled, staring to the kind stranger. "...Okay, I guess." What were clothes?...

A few minutes later, Tony returned.

"What'd you say your name was, again, kid?" He asked, pulling out a cigarette and smoking.

He smiled slightly. "My uh, my title is Alateleomitus--I mean my name is that. Sorry." He scratched the back of his neck. "What's yours?"

"Uh, let's just call you Leo," he replied, heading back towards his apartment. "I'm Tony. I live in the apartment right over there."

He pointed.

"Oh. Okay, cool. Hi, Tony. Eh... do you mind me maybe staying there for a while?" He blushed nervously, smiling the little smile he'd usually worn.

"What? Don't you have somewhere to stay? I mean, I know you're a foreigner and all. Where did you even come from?" He asked, huffing on his cigarette.

"Well... I don't really. I came from the--from over the sea." He stated. "...and I really just... don't know what I'm going to do..."

"...are you gonna cry?" He asked. "I-I don't do good with the crying thing."

Mainly, he didn't do good with it because he found it incredibly hot, in the worst way. He didn't really want to get a boner in front of the new hot friend he'd made.

Well, 'friend'.

Leo bit his bottom lip, rather unfamiliar with the word but smiling slightly still. "...may I please?..." He asked, looking to him.

"...are you crying?" He asked suspiciously. "Stop, don't cry. Stop it!"

Feeling a little bit nervous, he pouted just a bit further. "I-I'm sorry, I..." He mumbled, looking down. "...if you would rather, I can leave now..."

"Wh-what, I'm sorry! I'm making you cry, aren't I?!" He facepalmed. This was a bad idea. But the guy was so. Hot. "...I'll shut up now."

"C-Can't I stay with you?... Nobody's even said a word to me but you..." He muttered, eyes very nearly welling up.

"...I'm sorry." He replied, coughing nervously. "You can stay with me, don't worry..."