chris.
For most of the day, Chris had been walking around in an attempt to kill
time before he had to go to work. Really, there was nothing better for him
to do; if he hadn’t decided to kill time, he would’ve ended up sitting at
home on his ass all afternoon. This way, though, he was getting in some
‘much needed’ exercise. After a moment, the blonde dug his phone out
from the top of his dress and started to type out a text to his father – a lie,
of course, about him being down the street at the L. Ron Hubbard exhibit,
and certainly not trying to lie his way into the Roosevelt hotel to use their
pool, as he’d done a few too many times in the past. Staring down at his
phone as he typed, Chris just about completely stopped caring about
anyone or anything else around him in favor of focusing on the task at hand.When he felt himself brush up against something – someone – he finally
looked up from his phone, a little smile spreading across his lips. The
way the other male spoke of himself made Chris want to laugh, but he bit
down onto his lip and held it in; he wanted to let him finish talking, at least,
before he laughed at him. “Hey, hey. You’re not a stupid tourist. Just a
tourist trying to look at stuff. I get it,” A soft laugh escaped him and he
reached up, brushing bangs away from his face and tucking them behind
his ear so they fell across his shoulder with the rest of the hair. “If you let
me be on my way I’m going to be a very bored person, quite frankly.”
“Oh,” his formally apologetic voice picked up a few notches, “Okay. Thanks for being so nice about it. I wasn’t expecting much more than a brush off and a mumbled ‘hey watch where you’re going’ before you were back on the path I plopped myself and my camera into.” Hearing Chris would be bored if he didn’t become a roadblock that brought them both to an abrupt stop, Blaine mulled over how weird it would be to ask for a favor. The worst that could happen was getting a weird look and a no thanks. “I know this is beyond out of the blue but if you’re looking to fight boredom,” he tempted a yes reply further by an eyebrow wriggle and a hum that said this was going to be really fun!!! Or sort of? A teeny bit of fun? “I was curious if you’d mind pointing me in the direction of the last two stars I really need to find.”
“This map,” he pulled neatly folded up map out of his satchel and smirked at it, “said they’d be around here but I think it’s lying. I can’t leave without finding Bernadette Peters and Barbra Streisand’s. I was hoping I could get some pictures and have them framed. Need to finish off souvenir gifts for two people I can’t leave here without getting something for. This would be perfect. Would you mind helping me look? I mean if you have any idea. I’ve just got a couple hours left before I have to head back and I am running out of time.” The ear to ear grin and bouncing rock back and forth was the icing on the cake of the Blaine’s proposal. Leave it to him to ask a random drag queen for directions but, hey, when in need? Make a new friend to help guide you along on your mission of theatre star Walk Of Fame goose chasing?
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