He knew it was a bit much of him to ask for everything, but he couldn't help himself--the man, whom he noticed cast away his name tag, told him to pick something; so that's what he did. Also, it gave him more of an opportunity to talk to him. Frowning, he quipped a short. "I already saw your name tag, you know. I'm just not sure how to pronounce it." Though, his frown was quick to turn into a smile once more. Pulling out his wallet, he looked at the box the man pushed across the counter. Now he felt a little bad when he thought about how heavy that might have been for him to hold, if even for a short time--he didn't look very capable of carrying heavy objects, he was so thin. "Wow, so cheap! Do you still have a favorite pastry here?" Something told him the answer might be no by how thin he was, but Matthew tried anyway. 

                             ”One of everything…..” He repeated, shifting his weight on one foot to another before moving to get a large sized box and folding it into a box square and placed it on top of the counter. “People like you are why people like me feels miserable” he sighed, voice coming more of a whine before bending down to retrieve each of everything and carefully placed it in the box. Upon his next inquiry Layne paused, looking up to the the other blond, wide hazel eyes blinking rather confusedly, before having his attention fixated to the name tag on his apron. He took of his name tag then shoving it into the front pocket of his apron; hoping that the latter didn’t ever catch it and ignore his curiousity. Layne did;t say much, he was good at putting a deaf ear at people’s comments anyway and once done, he neatly folded the lid of the box closed and pushed it towards him. “That’ll be 32.99 please” 

                               This one certainly had an attitude--looking towards the other's name tag, Matthew squinted his eyes, trying to read the printed letters. That was certainly a unique name, and he was afraid of butchering it's pronunciation so instead he decided to ask the question later. "Alright, alright." Matthew smiled, throwing his arms up in defense. Walking over the glass cases again, he peered at the options without actually looking. "I'll have one of everything--" God, Matthew, you dumb fuck. Where does he expect to put all that food? Maybe he can take it to the female models tomorrow as a gift. "And while you're doing that, why don't you tell me your name?" Smooth. 

                                Somehow something tells him that this person was being friendly — maybe too friendly — over friendly he would say. As he got closer to the counter Layne paced a few steps back, not wanting the possible customer to get into his personal space. No he wouldn’t like that. Blinking rather unamused, his expression unchanging, face always void and bored. “No ” He stated as short, arms brought up to cross against his chest. “I would only smile when you’re gone and out of this bakery. If you don’t have anything you want you can leave” He replied, his features only grew even more sour at the attempt of flirting. Nope, too tired for this 

                               "Five thousandth? Do I get a special prize?" Matthew mused, completely disregarding the reason he came inside the bakery in the first place (coughs, for baked goods?) and instead, he's moved closer to the counter, getting a better look at the snappish man standing behind. He really looked like he didn't want to be here, but that look was actually incredibly endearing. There was nothing wrong with finding someone attractive on the first sighting, despite what others might say, and for some reason he felt himself drawn to the thin figure with bags under his eyes. Not his usual tastes, obviously. "What do I want? How about you turn that frown upside down!" Yes, he really just said that.

                                 Probably a heavy exception for Layne considered how he never eats the first place. Christmas only seemed to bring out the opposite of joy in him — tired, lonely, pathetic — all of the negativity in one huge grey cloud hovering over him, that would probably be the best way to describe how Layne felt for said holiday. He sighed, before pulling his face away form the counter; grunting and groaning, even. Besides, he’d never had anyone to celebrate it with him, making him feeling even more moreso miserable on said day “But you’re the five fucking thousandth customer today I don’t think employee’s mannerism counts — ” He paused, feeling that he wasn’t in any mood to argue over silly things and shrugged his shoulders as thinly, waving the subject away. “Just —- what do you want?”  

                               All holidays seemed to bring out each individual's sweet tooth--it was a tradition to eat cakes and pies and candies, a time to let go of problems and simply enjoy yourself in celebration of life and your loved ones. Matthew was not above that whatsoever, Christmas was an excuse for him to eat sweets and not feel guilty about it (he was a model, after all). He watched in amusement as the young employee banged his head against the counter, opting to look at him instead of the pastries and breads lining the glass cases. "Well, that's no way to speak to a customer, is it?" Matthew asked, a smirk forming on his lips as he teased the other. "Are you eager to get home? It seems like it would be fun to work here!" 

                             Lately works at the bakery had been rather stressful. People had been ordering cakes, those fancy christmas cookies, and just more cakes — and not to mention the amount of people that had been coming in and out of the bakery. He hated this — he hated this season just as much as it would worn himself. It was almost closing time and he was glad, he’d wanted to close the shop as soon but as the thought came playing in his mind, the bells atop the entrance door chimed (again for the hundredth time that day) marking a new customer entering said bakery. And for a moment, he stared with dead empty hazels — a moment to himself — before casually letting his head fell on top of the customer.

          “Fucking people — ” He muttered, barely audible to himself even. “Hi there, welcome. Hurry and choose what you need then fucking leaveee” 

                               Christmas is a very stressful time of the year, it's usually when he's working the most--trying to get extra money and doing a few last minute shoots for advertisements. He sighed to himself, laden with bags (presents for his family, of course) before walking into a bakery, the door jingling behind him. With a smile, he looked at the glass case featuring the various treats before looking up at the employee behind the counter. "Hello, how are you today?" He asked in a sing-song tone, obviously in tune with the holiday spirit. 

         He won't point out the grammatical error because it was cute. Oops. "Do you have the things needed for steak like...Steak?" Because, if he didn't, then this might be a little difficult. 

                              “Steak, Matty. Maman never knew how to cook. I’m turning malnutrition” He meant to say malnourished. But excuse the grade A+ english usage here. 

         Another huff. Though, he isn't really all that hurt--especially when given the opportunity to cook for his favorite shota. "What do you want to eat?" Look how whipped he is.

                             ”Matty you’re exaggerating” He simply stated, pointing a finger at his just normal and very much fine heart. “Now that you’re here. Make me food because mum is out” This is where he gets to show his domestic side

         It probably is best he doesn't say what's on his mind all the time, that could most likely be classified as sexual harassment. Excuse him while he nonchalantly throws his arm around Charlie's shoulders. "You're so flustered--it's cute." Matty, stop. 

                        Matt, Matt, please. Good thing you don’t just speak what’s on your thoughts all the time, otherwise Charlie wouldn’t know what to do with himself….more-so than usual. The youth flushes lightly. “…W..What’s with that-“ 

         Ouch. Ouucchhh. That hurt, Niki. Wow. Matthew will just settle for a gasp, placing a hand over his heart, which had just been stomped on by ballerina slipper-ed feet. "I see how you feel about me." Huffs.

                             ”You’re not the Matty I know” fidgets, fidgets. “Your butt turned saggy. U can’t wear G-strings with ugly butt Matty”

         He can't help himself. He needs some Charlie (preferably naked) in his life. "Now that you're here, I am." Oh. 

                        Oh my God, Matthew, can you not. “…Y’alright there, Matt-?” He’s almost afraid to know the answer. 

         Oh, come on now--he isn't that pale. "I come in peace--" 

                           ”…..” 

                           ”Mummy, there’s a ghost in our house” Hold da phone!! Call for 911

         Oh, look. Hottie with a body. Okay, no. Hi Charlie.

                        Very worried blinks and concerned silence…

         Dying whale noises accompanied with flailing arms.

         "Well, technically--I didn't think anyone was listening." But, he obviously didn't mind that someone was there to witness his near wavering terrible singing voice. "What about you, though; are you one of those people?"

  "No, no, that’s okay!"  Nocturne grins right back and pulls her own iPod out of her pocket, making note to buy that song for herself later.  ”I think that… the people who aren’t afraid to sing, even in front of others…”

"…those people are the best kind!"

         Oops, there's someone there now. Instead of being embarrassed, Matthew simply grinned--finishing the song before pressing pause on his device and taking the headphones from his ears. "Ha ha. Sorry~." Not really. 

Plopping down right beside him, Nocturne grins at him, singing along.  She doesn’t know any more words than the refrain, but it’s really very easy to sing!

Now she’s laughing—this is too much fun.  (Even if she’s just bothering a stranger.)

         "SHINE BRIGHT LIKE A DIAMOND." Matthew, Matthew, you're being too loud. Yes, those headphones, you can't hear yourself but other people can. "SHINE BRIGHT LIKE DIIiiAAAmmOONNdddDDD."

         Matthew realized that Nikolai must have been overwhelmed. Then again, who wouldn't be overwhelmed from constant kisses with someone you haven't seen in over four years. Hell, even Matthew was incredibly overwhelmed--but in a much more heart clenching manner. He felt that if he didn't do everything fast and now that his favorite ballerina would slip through his clutches once more. This obviously wasn't permanent, and the now full grown model could feel loneliness seep in at the thoughts. 

         No, no. Now wasn't the time to be thinking of those things--because, Nikolai was here. Right in front of him, blushing from head to toe and giving away little panted breaths. Absolutely beautiful. Matthew found himself smiling, barely biting back a laugh before it came out in full, unabashed chuckles. Leaning down, he gave one more peck for good measure before patting his companion on the head lightly. "Okay, okay. Go change before you explode." He enunciated the last word carefully with a wink, letting the other know that he was aware of how flustered he was--and, enjoying every second of it. "Your room is still your room, so you can change in there." He spoke with an airy tone, waving his hand, ever present smile still taking over his features as he strolled over to the couch, plopping himself down and grabbing the remote. Clicking the button, the box lit up, and the sounds of chatter aimed towards children filtered through the room. Yes, he watched cartoons in his free time--he may be twenty-eight, but he will watch a talking sponge until the day he dies. And, now, he sat there, not really absorbing the screen while waiting for Nikolai. 

                       Nikolai was pretty much the same. There wasn’t any Matthew in prague — there were, people of the same name but he wasn’t his Matthew. The overaged dork who was too obsessed with his own ass and his overprotective self when it comes to the ballerina. Of course he had been living alone in the past four years, Nikolai even taught himself how to make food, though from simple, unattractive yet edible dishes. Maybe he should make them steak one day because it was his most confident dish ever yet.

                       Another kiss, and more pecks. Not that he didn’t like it and would want to complain over it but this was too sudden and all the heat was making him feeling dizzy. “But I only grew them longer” He said, though his tone coming out a little too whiny for his own liking. Probably because he couldn’t really concentrate on how he should manage his words and tone out when Matthew was peppering kisses all over his face. Nikolai exhaled aloud, shying away as kisses were trailed down the line of his jaw to his neck. “M-matty don’t — ” He managed through coy stutters. He pulled his hand from the other’s neck down to his chest, forcing a little gap between them. “I-I don’t know …” and a gasp reacting from that little bite there “… if we really should —” He was anxious though he wouldn’t lie if he were to say he was a little bit, maybe anticipate more intimacy. But for now they would have to stop because the ballerina was close to exploding; he pushed the other off of him gently. “I think I need to explode — ” That wasn’t what he intended on saying “I mean uhh — change my clothes” Flusters away.