FAÇADE OF REALITY
By: Marjon
Pairings: GriffinxDavid
Genres: General
Warnings: Slash (malexmale)
Disclaimer: I do not own anything of this all, unfortunately. I tend to get a lot of inspiration by others, but I usually forget whom I get it from. If something belongs to you, please don't be mad at me for using it!
Summary: David wonders why Griffin never cleans up the lair.
A/N: Just a small ficlet. Enjoy and tell me what you think of it.
--
In a half sitting, half laying position David laid on the couch in their current lair. They had started to use this place as their hide-out for several weeks now since the last one had been discovered by the Paladins due to a stupid mistake.
David did not even have to open his eyes to see the mess laying around the place. Two of the walls were completely covered with notes and pictures and even some maps. Most of it was information about several Paladins and young Jumpers they had a tab on.
Furthermore there was one king-size bed in the furthest corner, the sheets still not made up ever since they had come out of bed early this morning.
The floor was almost not shown by the trash and other items covering it. The same was for the table, where stood some leftovers from who knew how long ago. Dirty clothes were everywhere and nowhere. There was only one other room, which led to the bathroom. Almost the same story there. Rags covered in blood which were used to clean wounds. More pieces of clothing and after a minute or so searching you'd be able to find some toothbrushes, toothpaste and shampoo.
A sigh escaped the lips of the blonde as he thought once more about the lair, which looked like there had exploded a bomb. He himself had never been one to clear away all his things, but his father usually kept him from making a true mess. While he was drunk a lot he sure did not like it if there became too much of a mess.
A sudden gush of air and the familiar sensation that someone had Jumped washed over him. Lazily the blue-eyed male opened his eyes and saw Griffin standing there. His hair was dripping wet as were his clothes.
"Went swimming?"
"No, a heavy rainfall in Scotland." The brunette replied with his thick accent, searching for some dry pieces of clothing.
David had been pondering about the issue for a while now, while he had not been allowed to help Griffin. At first he had disagreed on the choice of the other Jumper, but he found out it was useless. He would only be in the way in the first place. Griffin had grown up doing this work, he was only a rookie.
"Can I ask you something?" David called over his shoulder as he looked towards the brunette, who was currently pulling a dry black shirt over his head. He tried not to let his eyes wander over the lower abdomen of the other, but failed quite miserably.
A muffled sound was all he got in reply. Figuring that meant a yes, he continued, looking the other way.
"Why don't you ever clean up the lair? How on earth can you find here anything?"
A sound behind him let him know the brown-eyed male walked over towards him.
"Because," Griffin began, jumping over the back of the couch and landing next to the blonde, a smirk upon his lips. He laid his head on the lap of the other, and closed his eyes in comfort. "Organized people are just too lazy to search for things."