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RIIINNNGGGG
"Arrghhhh... Fuck, Al can you turn that thing off."
RIIINNNGGGGG
Vincent sits up in his bed, rubbing his drowsy eyes before looking over to his bed partner, who perculiarly had not awoken to the sound of the irritating alarm clock at his bedside (which had now given up and ceased to ring) and was still very much asleep.
"Hey. Al. Time to get up, princess."
Vincent reaches over to shake at the man lying on his side facing away from him, a slight twitch being given in response. Alastor was awake, he just wanted to be teensy bit difficult this morning. He loved to be difficult.
Vincent sighed before he decided on leaning towards Alastor enough to see his face. Almost instinctually, his hand found itself caught in the curly mess that was Alastor's hair, occasionally brushing it from his face before Alastor opened up his eyes with slow blinks, evidently giving up on his antics early.
"Hey there, love."
Alastor would never admit it but he adored waking up to see those lovesick eyes and that dumb smile of the man above him (even if he were a slight blur to him without his glasses) — so loyal, so attentive. His eyes looked especially more beautiful without those chunky glasses in the way like right now, you get the full effect that way.
However this moment was broken by Vincent catching a brief glance at the time displayed on the clock, not exactly registering it at first until he did a double take and his whole expression shifted into something shocked, frozen in place like he'd been petrified before-
"OHMYGODWE'RESOLATE!!"
Before Alastor knew it, Vincent had retracted his hands and leaped out of the bed, an unamused smirk forming on his face before he decided to sit up in the bed, taking his time in contrast to his companion, who was frantically trying to find his favourite red bowtie (even though this was literally his apartment).
Alastor wiped his eyes elegantly before hanging his glasses string around his neck and positioning his specs on the tip of his nose. By the time Alastor had got out of bed, Vincent was still trying to find pieces of his clothing. Unorganised much... Alastor could work with that he supposed.
Alastor calmly gelled the edges of his hair with the radio on in the bathroom while Vincent was rapidly scraping the enamel off his teeth with how hard he was scrubbing with his toothbrush and when he was done and about to rush out to the kitchen, Alastor pulled him back by the blazer and twirled him around like a gauche ballerina to fix Vincent's wonky bowtie, comb temporarily positioned in his teeth.
(Through his teeth) "Vinny your hairs a mess choo (too)!"
Alastor removes the comb from his teeth.
"Let me fix it for you, we still have enough time."
Vincent bit his lip, a nervous mannerism, and tapped his foot swiftly a few times on the cheap, tiled flooring before agreeing.
"Hrmmm, m'kay fine! But we have to be out the house in like 20 minutes! And and-!"
"Shh shh shhhh."
Alastor places the comb to the man's lips, shutting him up instantly.
"Calm down, my dear, listen to the radio and relax so I can actually get this done. Do you wish to leave the apartment or not?"
And enough time they did have because it took Alastor 6 minutes to rush Vincent's hair and still make it look quite debonair (save for those random strands that refuse to obey any hair product at the back of his head that Alastor fought valiantly with and lost) and 2 minutes to finish off his own.
They now found themselves rushing some toast for breakfast, Alastor still finding the time to top his toast with cream cheese and sugar (a traditional New Orleans breakfast dish, he's saving the meat stuff for dinner) and Vincent deciding to happy with his 4 slices of plain, buttered toast.
"Vincent! Your glasses are on the table, my darling!"
"AWH SHIT, no wonder everything was so blurry, GETTING THEM NOW!!!"
Despite the hurried morning, they both managed to exit Vincent's apartment around usual time, the Radio Host settling on hopping on the back of a streetcar to his studio and the Entertainment star catching a taxi to his respective TV studio, both of them wishing the other a farewell with a kiss on the cheek before heading off.
God, Vincent had never been so ready for a day of work in his life, he never looked this dapper on a daily basis (which he could tell by the surprised eyes on him from his co-workers), not that he was complaining at all, far from it actually.
Maybe he should ask Al to stay over again tonight..