A/N: ITS DONE PEOPLE *falls to knees* ITS FINALLY DONE

I know, I know, it's been forever since I posted for the Ham fandom. Inspiration strikes at the weirdest points sometimes. Thanks for the patience. :p

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A week later.

Alex paced back and forth nervously in front of the entrance to the park. The park wasn't large, just a grassy area with sparse trees and shrubs shading a few picnic tables. John had yet to show his tattooed self and it was getting late. Alex pulled on his shirt collar before shivering a bit. His hoodie was damp.

John finally showed, not close to dressed up in his rumpled, sweaty uniform t-shirt with the tattoo shop logo on the back and the name of the place in white script on the front chest pocket. His jeans were ripped and splattered with what looked like ink or paint, Alex wasn't sure which. His canvas sneakers were covered in drawings and doodles, hair in a quick and messy ponytail. It was chilly, but his blue jacket was tied around his waist so his tattoos were ever-present on his arm. He seemed oddly put together, the way he carried himself as if he just...didn't care.

His hands were in his pockets as he made eye contact with Alex. He didn't smile, just walked over to him with a look of concern upon his face. "You're freezing."

Alex gave him a look. "Really, it's that obvious?" he asked, sighing in defeat.

John offered a smile. "You can take my jacket, it's useless to me right now." He untied it from his waist and offered it to Alex.

Alex reluctantly reached for it but drew back after a moment, shaking his head. "That looks expensive. I'd just ruin it."

"You won't ruin anything. I'm bound to get something on it eventually, you're just speeding up the process." John shrugged and offered it again.

"That...didn't make me feel any better." Alex took the jacket anyway and slid the sleeves on over his arms. It made him feel a bit warmer, though it was enormous on him. He was much smaller than John.

"Come on, let's sit down," John suggested as he began walking over to one of the picnic tables, soon sitting down.

Alexander blinked for a second before hurrying after John. He sat across from him at the picnic table and waited.

They sat in silence for a while, the sounds of the wind rustling leaves and the bustle of the city streets nearby hardly piercing it.

John quietly took a pen out and began to doodle on himself underneath the table. "This must've been a mistake if we're just going to sit here the whole time and not talk..." he mumbled.

"Excuse me? You asked me here. Why do I have to do all the work?" Alex asked, irritated. Normally he enjoyed work, but not when he was on a date.

"I don't like working. Not unless I like what I'm doing. And I tend to let other people talk to me." John shrugged without looking up.

"I don't think you want me doing the talking."

"How else am I supposed to get to know you?" John asked, raising an eyebrow. "Read your thoughts?"

"I tend to go off on tangents..." Alexander admitted.

"Okay...so what?"

"...political tangents."

"Again, so what." John glanced back to his arm, where he'd been working on a little starry design with his pen.

Alexander was taken aback by this lax attitude towards the subject of politics. Nevertheless he took a deep breath and moved on. "So, uh...are you a student?"

"Unfortunately," John replied, not looking up. "I'm on the second year of my master's degree."

"That's cool. I'm still in school as well..."

"What field?"

"Law."

John's mouth curved into a frown. "Ah. Okay." He stood up, putting his pen away. "I don't think I can date you."

"Why not?" Alex asked, confused and also standing up.

"...you wouldn't get it." John started to walk away,

"Wait, but-" Alexander sighed in defeat when John disappeared from the park. It appeared John didn't understand Alexander's position in society. Alex's only goal had been to become a lawyer, get government and make a difference on a little bit of luck, some donated money and good grades. Until now: now it was to figure out this sarcastic, seemingly cold man with tattoos on his arm.

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