When Kristopherson woke up that morning, he found a message from blonde Phantomhive on his phone first thing. A chortle escaped him at the explanation at what happened and he found it more than reasonable what he was being asked to do. He figured that he should start buying the newspaper anyway, since he was planning on working in Gehenna. It would be nice to know more about what was going on in town. Still, before he could do any of that, he had to get up and get ready for the day.

It was the worst part of the day, as he needed to completely reshape his goatee every morning due to how quickly his hair grows back. Part of him just wanted to give up and have a beard, since this took a little over an hour to complete the pattern alone. Yet, he didn't want to look too scruffy. Once he was content with that, he completed the rest of his routine and headed out the door.

When he finally did arrive at the shop, he found that there was already a small group of elderly supernaturals waiting for him to unlock the door. They always were the first ones to arrive, but today, he was running late. Very pleasantly, he greeted them with a smile while sliding the key into the lock, receiving a nice "hello" in return. They even wandered around the store for a while longer than necessary so he could set up shop.

Really, the day was normal, for the most part. He closed things up again to get some food to bring back with him, grabbing a newspaper on his way back like he promised. While munching on a pastry that he purchased at the bakery, he leaned against his counter and shook his head lightly while reading.

"Rubbish." he mumbled, reading a tidbit that a certain irritating reporter wrote about being "needlessly threatened" by the menace. "They're gonna be in deep trouble with the Phantomhives now..."

Just as he was about to grab his phone and send his report to his friend, another person walked through the door. It was another somewhat muscly man wearing loud clothes with bright colours, matching the eccentricity of his rather impressive pompadour hairdo. Kristopherson knew from a glance that he was a pink-skinned incubus, one whom he actually recognised as the owner of the hair salon down the road. Broad-shouldered, he stood slightly shorter than the werewolf once Kristopherson stood up straight. In fact, the man seemed taken by surprise by how big the owner of the shop.

"Hello." Kristopherson greeted with a friendly smile. "Looking for anything in particular?" Without speaking at first, the other man responded simply with holding out his hand, prompting the wolfman to shake.

"I'm Elvis." the incubus finally said, introducing himself. "Elvis Kendrick."

"Oh, are you Logan's brother?"

"Yeah. Logan had questions about your date with him tonight." Elvis continued, still shaking the other's hand. "I wanted to introduce myself, so I offered to come for him."

"Oh..." nervously chuckled the wolfman, finding it extremely peculiar that someone would do this. It is in very poor taste to send one's siblings with inquiries about romantic affairs, so it wasn't unwarranted. Still, Kristopherson needed to be civil. "What kind of questions?"

"He says he doesn't know what is appropriate for a date out in London." the pinkubus replied, shaking his head while throwing his hands up. "I offered to help him, but he refused!"

Skeptically looking the flashy and somewhat clashing man up and down, Kristopherson could see why. "Whatever is fine. I figured taking him somewhere expensive that requires that you're dressed a certain way would be stressful, so I figured we would go someplace more casual."

"I don't understand human clothes..." Elvis huffed while crossing his arms. "Not enough colour. No wonder you're so focused on 'blending in'… Do you even have anything patterned or bright in this shop?"

"Yes, actually." Pointing, the wolfman indicated toward a section of clothing that clearly stood out." A lot of the clothes are put together by Gehennans using my patterns. They tend to pick designs that seem more suited to the area. That's how it should be."

Turning to follow the shopkeep's finger, Elvis frowned like he wasn't completely convinced. He tried to think of a response but took too long, allowing Kristopherson to escape once the phone rang. Immediately, the wolfman reached out to answer it.

"Andrea's." he greeted.

"Kris?" a somewhat panicked voice on the other end replied. "Are you there?"

"Yeah, it's me, Logan. What d'ya need?" Suddenly, Elivs' interest seemed renewed, but Kristopherson paid no mind.

"Is my brother there?" inquired his boyfriend. "Pink skin, pompadour… uh… bright colours?"

"Yeah. He's here."

"Oh my gosh..." lamented his beau. "I told him not to go over there, but he just wouldn't listen!"

"It's alright." Kristopherson chuckled. "Whatcha need?"

"Can you put Elvis on the line?"

"Sure." The wolfman tried his best not to smile. Really, he did, but as he handed the phone to Logan's brother, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly.

"For me?" the loudly dressed incubus questioned before taking the phone. Immediately, he recognised his sibling's voice and while Kristopherson could only hear one side of the conversation, it was still entertaining.

"Yeah, but-" Elvis tried to explain before being interrupted. "I just wanted to check things out… Uh-huh… No, I- Well…" Uttering a long sigh, he said "okay" and gave the phone back to the shop owner.

"I'm sorry for bothering you." he said almost sadly to the Miles.

"Not at all. I was very glad to meet you." Kristopherson said with the nicest smile he could muster. Meekly, the other man slinked out of his shop, leaving him to put the phone back up to his ear. "You still there?"

"Yeah. Did he leave?"

"Yep. Wha'd you say to him, by the way? I didn't expect that."

"I told him that it's weird for someone's brother to go to someone's boyfriend and start asking questions like that." Logan huffed, obviously annoyed on the other end of the line. "It's weird in London and it's weird here. He's just scoping out his competition, I think."

"Competition?"

"Yeah, before Andrea's, he was 'the most stylish person in town.'" the incubus replied, finally letting out a chuckle. "Don't think badly of him. He's a good person, he's just… Flamboyant."

"Aren't we all?" laughed the wolfman on the other end. "I hope you're still coming tonight, even after all that."

"I'd like to, if you'd still have me."

"I'll pick you up at your place after I pass things off to the night shift." Whether he knew it or not, he was grinning widely. "See you then?"

"Sounds good. I'll try to keep my siblings at bay." Logan answered cheerfully. "See you then. Love you."

"Love you, too. Bye-bye." With that, the Miles hung up the phone, keeping his hand there for a few moments as it sunk in what he had just done.

Heart pounding faster, face heating up, the horror of the situation finally registered and Kristopherson did his best to not allow panic to set in. Never had he ever said those words to someone other than a family member. Not to any boyfriend he had before Logan, not even Daniel. Never had he ever told a significant other that he loved them. It was exciting, yet extremely embarrassing. He wondered if Logan was having a similar situation, as he had never heard the incubus utter it either.

"What have I done?!" practically shrieked the man, holding the sides of his head before hiding his face in his hands. Just then, Logan leaned over until he fell on his mattress, practically melting into it as he wanted to give up on life.

His face burned and his thoughts raced as he tried to think of a way to save the situation if it needed it. Indeed, Logan had never said "I love you" to his lycanthrope beau before, but the seal had been broken. Did humans have customs around this sort of thing? The poor man didn't know. Even more than that, he was the first one to say it. Kristopherson said it as well, but it might have been reflex, so he couldn't be sure if he meant it.

Perhaps he would find out when they met face-to-face, but that would be hours. Logan had absurd amounts of time to kill until then. He already knew what he was going to wear, despite his brother's claims and there wasn't much left for him to do. So against his will, his mind elected to dwell on his slip of the tongue instead.

Once he heard the sound of a car driving up, he practically soared downstairs before anyone else could answer it, but despite his wishes, they still peeked out from behind him. There, Kristopherson stood with pink cheeks and a smile while Logan did the same. He tried his best to ignore his siblings behind him, but it was no use. They nagged on his mind as he could practically feel their knowing grins searing into the back of his skull.

"Ready to go?" the wolfman questioned.

"Yeah! Let's do it!" His poor choice of words was reflected in the giggles that came from inside the house, prompting Logan to step out and shut the door behind him quite quickly. From there, he took his boyfriend's hand and was escorted to the passenger side of Kristopherson's car.


A/N: What losers. I cannot even describe how loserly these idiots are, so you're just going to have to take my word for it.

I would have published this yesterday, but I decided that I needed to start Yuri on Ice, which spiraled out of control from "Oh, I'll just watch the first two, today" very, very, quickly. Kristopherson would probably into skating because of the outfits tbh.

Ah... What else? We met another citizen of Gehenna who, quite frankly, isn't all that important to the story. Like at all. I just have a nasty habit of creating characters that I really don't need. Lord save us all.

That reminds me... I asked y'all about and OCs for DLTD y'all might have and someone talked about their OC who prints on T-shirts and it was really cool... Ah... It's buried... I need to go looking for it...

Until the next chapter, my duckies~!