harry-thompson

[harry-thompson]

open starter for @liamxbryne

On a mission to hide from his husband or anyone who could lecture him about his bruised ankle, Harry thought the pound could be a nice spot. Or at least it was his plan until he spotted someone already on the bench. Too bad. Ready to leave and try somewhere else, Harry stopped himself when his Irish radar activated itself. No way. No way it was what he thought it was. He couldn't just leave now, he had to ask if he wanted to not ponder the question the rest of the week. Walking closer, he stopped when the man noticed him. "Hi, sorry, is it what I think it is?" He asked, a finger pointing to the beer, rushing the polite part of his sentence to focus on the priorities.

#liam01

[harry-thompson]

location: the clinic - open starter for @frankxausting

It wasn't the first time Harry was hurt after some bad shit happening on the roads. Most of the time he was trying to joke about it. Most of the time his jokes were lame when he was dealing with the pain and the survivor guilt. Today was no exception. After a painful return to Redwood with the help of David, Harry was finally able to sit down, bloody and tired. So much blood was covering his clothes, not his hopefully but it was still there, sticking to his skin. He wanted to go home, take a shower, and drink but walking was a bad idea, he knew it, he could feel it, something was off with his ankle. "Hi bae." He greeted after he spotted his husband, a small sorry smile on his lips. "Before you say anything, you should see the other guy." He tried, sadly not really believing his own words.

#frank02

[harry-thompson]

Harry was thinking about it; going outside, volunteering to share some help. He might will, who knew? But for now, he still had some more simple things to deal with, giving him a weird feeling by the way, it was like spectating some weird kind of inevitable. "Hi?" He greeted after opening his front door, a bit puzzled by the lady, his oven totally forgotten until she mentioned it. "Oh right!" This one was just not cooking anything, 30 minutes for almost no result. "And sure yeah, come in." He reacted, giving her some space before leading her to the kitchen. "Thanks for passing by, I wasn't really expecting the oven to be a priority but hey if I can have a working one, I'm not gonna complain." He gently joked. "Want a drink?"

starter for: @harry-thompson

location: Harry's home

The explosion had unsettled everyone. Of course, it'd sent people swarming. What was left of the raiders, hunters probably outside security too. And people like Vi were left on the inside, having to wait for whatever news would be brought back.

Still, that was no reason to drop everything. Which was she was at Harry's front door right now, toolbelt around her hips and toolbox in one arm. "Hey. I'm here to look at your oven. You said it wasn't working properly." Vi's voice was a little gruff. Her patience was running a little low, admittedly. The explosion had strained her even further.

"Mind letting me in?"

#vi01

[harry-thompson]

Harry was almost feeling bad, almost. The problem was that he didn't expect a lesson on how to be a bartender when he asked for some knowledge about the place. It was more about the place, if there were some tricky things to know about the post-apocalyptic tools they were using here. Or some info about the customers, the quota of drinks he could do or not. "Val. I have to confess something." He finally replied, overexaggerating his dramatic tone. "I did. I opened my own bar something like twenty years ago." He confessed way too seriously before dropping the act and finally chuckling. "But sure, I'm totally listening, please continue." He joked, trying hard to regain some focus, in vain.

starter for: @harry-thompson

location: bar

"Alright. Ready for learnin'? I promise I ain't gonna make it all that hard." Right now probably wasn't the appropriate time for bartending lessons, but it felt comforting and right now, Val felt like she needed that. And so here she was, with her new colleague and a couple of bottles, despite their supplies slowly running low.

"Bartendin' ain't all that difficul, ya just gotta know your alcohol and know what you're doin'. Especially now, since we don't got most of the stuff for the recipes. Ya just gotta know how to improvise and what goes well together." She gave him an encouraging smile. "You ever worked as a bartender before, hun?"

#val01

[harry-thompson]

Like the perfect nerd he was, Harry went to some comic-book conventions, he was used to overextending hugs, so he didn't mind nor really care. "You know at this point, I'm kinda done to smoke the weirdest shit possible, but I'll tell you for sure. Thanks again man, thanks for everything." Spoilers alert, catnip cigarettes were definitively decent.

Fleet accepted the hug with genuine delight, pleased that his attempt at filling the nicotine gap had gone over so well. "We'll see how effective they are!" he laughed, patting Harry's back (and, honestly, hanging on to the other man probably for a beat longer than Harry would've intended; Fleet was nothing if not one to take advantage of being hugged to its fullest). "When the craving kicks in and you light one up and huff catnip instead of tobacco. But till then I'm just gonna believe that they'll be good, and you'll be demanding the recipe to make more!"

#fleet01 #sure thing! #end of thread #thanks for it!

[harry-thompson]

Laughing back at her reply, Harry was starting to like her, her mood was nice to deal with. "I get you, yup." He approved before chuckling once more before adding some new drinks on the table. "To the lowest expectations." He gently joked during their toast, hoping deep down those ones could finally improve, just a bit.

"Jury's still out on that one, Harry. " she joked back. "No system was ever perfect, I just hope this will not become a I'll be fucked system if you know what I mean. " She pointed at him. "That's the way to live Harry, lowest expectations so you never be disappointed , and maybe amazed at something being less sucky. Give us another drink to toast to that, then I'll be off, gotta unclog some drainage before sun down."

#drea01 #end of thread #ty for the thread!

[harry-thompson]

Frank watched kinda in slow motion, what unfolded and disturbed the peace. He chuckled and shook his head. " Now you know what it felt to do it in your streamer room , babe. " he kissed his shoulder and closed his eyes. Just drifting away from a hard day work and the shower. Maybe this was a good way of starting their life here at Redwood.

#frank01 #end of thread

[harry-thompson]

do u have any hobbies that aren't childish?

Nope, I am 6 yo

#faq

[harry-thompson]

Harry couldn't help it but chuckled at her words. "Have you only met anyone of sound mind those days?" He joked. "But yeah I get you. I'm not sure four people are enough to deal with a group like this one but it's already better than dealing with a one party system or no leadership at all." He thought before chuckling once more when some memories resurfaced. "I went into a few groups before, most of them were a mess, they tried but... yeah... I really lowered my expectations after that."

"As most political systems " Drea pointed out. "I've been here for a month now, and to be honest, I just think - even on the council - they have no idea what they are doing. They just pretend like they do to be able to focus on some sort of line of conduct to keep this place in order. But really, everyone here is just traumatized af ... Redwood Asylum. "

#drea01

[harry-thompson]

Eyes half closed, Harry was enjoying the moment, taking a new puff when he got the cigarette. "Yup." He simply stated but stood up after a short minute, putting on an underwear before taking down the decorating deer head from the wall. Without sharing a word, he suddenly open the nearest window and yeeet the head. "Okay better." He commented and beached back on the bed. "No more dead things looking at us when we do it." He casually added and shared back the cigarette.

Laying in bed, pants on, Frank was lost in his thoughts and just looking at the ceiling - which needed some love , let's be honest. He was listening to the quiet noises outside. Those of people. It was weird, not having the white noise of silence or labored breathing of the dead. As Harry came back, he took the cigarette and took a puff before handing it back to his husband. "Celebrating,huh ? " he remarked.

#frank01

[harry-thompson]

Harry found a smirk when she obliged for some help and gently walked around the bar to check the cabinets, ignoring his curiosity about the brother. Because he knew the odds and had no wish to put his foot in it. "Here you go." He added when all of them were opened. "You said it was a radio right? What kind of station do you guys get here?" He asked while being deeply focused on spotting the radio in one of the cabinets.

Athena waited for his approval before rounding around the bar and crouching down to open one of the cabinets. She wasn't sure where Val had stashed it since the last time she was in here. The first cabinet she opened didn't have it but she paused anyway as Harry held out his hand. "Athena," she replied, giving him a friendly smile and wave. "Nice to meet you too....if you wouldn't mind. I'm afraid I might be just a bit too short to reach up to those cabinets. My brother got all the height."

#athena01

[harry-thompson]

Harry chuckled at her attitude and nodded with the same kind of amusement when she asked for a glass of wine. Reaching for the bottle and he cocked an eyebrow at the question. "I'm not giving you the secret of my marriage Mayra, all I can say is that it starts with a "S"". He messed around and poured the wine. "For the apocalyptic part tho, well... Frank kidnapped me right in time when this shit show started... after this-" He sighed and shrugged. "- I guess we selfishly picked each other every time we had to." Harry confessed with a bitter tone, not really at peace with that part of their story.

"My dear, you always look handsome." Mayra playfully placed a hand on his cheek, giving it a few light pats. There was a sense of relief after a wave of 'home' engulfed her soul. Having Harry and Frank in her life seemed to put a few pieces of her heart back together. "Now, how about you pour me a lovely glass of wine while I resume my daily harassment." Mayra stepped out from behind the bar to settle into a stool. "Talk to me, how did you and Frank manage to stay together all this time?"

#mayra01

[harry-thompson]

Harry disconnected from everything he thought useless. Where they were. When. How they ended here. It didn't matter, only what he was feeling and his connection to his husband was now important. Happily drowning in this trance, Harry let the bliss consume him and only let his mind reconnect with the present after a moment, too busy catching his breath. He tiredly rolled to his side and winced when he had to stretch to find his pants pocket, looking for his almost empty pack of cigarettes. He had four left but decided to take one. It felt like the right time, so he lit it and almost found a second bliss sensation with the first puff. A new puff and Harry tiredly came back next to Frank, left a kiss on his shoulder, and with no words shared the cigarette.

Frank was persistent , he knew exactly what was required to make Harry lose his mind or just hang on by a thread. He was however not really aiming to play on this. Touches, thrusts, moans, it all became primal, as he was exploring and pleasing that body he craved and loved so much. The good doc did as Harry was asking, took him with powerful thrusts , a bit rough , a bit more gentle , until he was feeling the pressure, the feeling of falling, of time stopping, of pure bliss as he just locked into place. Frank let the waves of pleasure consume him before falling numbly back, out of breath and completely out of service.

#frank01 #tw: sexual content

[harry-thompson]

"I'll let you know if the donkey has a terrible accident and needs to be put down." He joked before thinking about the question. "Well, I do like the town, clean sheets, electricity and heat... What can I say? I'm a simple man." He chuckled before being a little more serious. "The structure tho, the people..." He shrugged. "I don't know, and they kinda lost me with their 'political system'." He quoted, emphasizing the term with a movement of fingers.

Drea nodded. " I think I had horse before ... but... donkey.. I'll take your word for it and will be happy to taste given the opportunity." she smiled. "Thanks, promised you'll know when you know. " she looked at her glass. "So, you're liking Redwood so far ?" she asked.

#drea01

[harry-thompson]

Harry seemed to have gotten what he needed from the conversation and rose to his feet. "I see. I will keep that in mind." Orion nodded, making a mental note to look for more socks. He was not quite sure what would qualify them as ugly to Harry, but it wouldn't hurt to be on the lookout. With that note made, Orion opened his book back up and began reading again.

//END OF THREAD

#thanks! #orion01 #it was nice indeed!

[harry-thompson]

OMG. For a short moment, Harry had stared at him like an addict meeting his dealer after weeks of abstinence. "You guys did this?" He asked, having a hard time believing it. He opened the case and gently took one cigarette to look at it. "That's fucking awesome." He chuckled and smelt it quickly. "Thanks dude, really." Harry was more than grateful, a huge smile on his lips. "Fuuuck man, I love it, come here, you're not escaping a quick hug." He added before putting his words into action, still chuckling about all of this.

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It had been something of an offhand comment in the middle of a conversation about foodstuffs, but Fleet had remembered it even when they'd turned their attention back to the run of supplies in the community kitchen. He wasn't a smoker himself -- not when his voice was his moneymaker -- but he was sympathetic to Harry having withdrawals.

So when he ran up on the other man about a week later, Fleet breathlessly held out a somewhat banged up and battered metal cigarette case, saying, "Now, don't get your hopes up, but I couldn't stop thinking about you asking about tobacco, and I did some nosing around in the library and talking with Mayra and I came up with something."

Fleet indicated that Harry should open the case: inside were six neatly rolled filterless cigarettes. "It's mostly, um, mullein and skullcap and catnip and hazel leaves, which are all supposed to be decent to smoke. Obviously it's not gonna be like a Marlboro Red, but still?"

#fleet01

[harry-thompson]

"Yup, I'm Harry." He gretted after she spotted him as a newcomer. At the question, Harry gave a quick look at the garden. "Yeah, I get the feeling... But hey, I actually know them this time. You have Frank, brown hair and a 3 days beard, cute face, nice ass. But he'll be useless, he arrived when I did. So you should ask Mayra, she's been here for a while now, you can find her in the garden or the kitchens. She's nice, she also has fancy brown hair, and brown eyes, she'll help."

"Petunias?" She repeated with a scowl. Why would they waste time with a useless plant like that. Her eyes fell to the tubers and her hands found their way to her hips as she thought it over until the man corrected himself, seeming pleased with his joke. "So you're new here too..." She mentions, looking up at him. There were still a lot of people she hadn't met yet, at least beyond just in passing. "You wouldn't happen to know who's a gardener here, would you? I don't know how long anyone has been here or their jobs. Kind of lost here on the struggle bus of putting all these pieces together if I'm being honest."

#amsale01