#omg hi<3 i was tellin a friend the other day that i was sorta worried about you bc i hadn't seen you in a bit TWT i'm glad you're here!<3

[stabbyfoxandrew]

oh I made it! happy wipwednesday my beloved! <3

I hope you've been well I have soo much to catch up on but I'll still ask for a little bit of arsonist!neil (I miss him)

mwah <3

WIP Wednesday (9/11) | Arsonist Neil / Firefighter Andrew AU (Part 226)

Andrew would like to remind the court that 10 missed a perfectly good opportunity to see him all dolled up at the cafe. But he doesn't mention it. He feels no reason to instigate an argument over something they've already hashed out. (How mature of him. He hopes that feeling of goodwill carries over to Aaron's apartment. If it doesn't, he might end up on the news.)

"Fine," Andrew snaps a photo of his closet and presses send. "There it is. Don't get too excited."

"I'll have to hang up to go look at it. Just a second." 10 says, proving once again that he needs to upgrade his phone. Andrew hums and the line goes dead. It's getting late, according to his phone's clock. Fucking hell, he has thirty minutes to get to Aaron's. If he's not on time, his brother might very well try to drag him. (He would not succeed but Andrew would like to let him try.)

He answers the phone a millisecond after 10's name pops up. "What's the verdict? I'm running out of time."

"You have a lot of black in your wardrobe."

"Thank you for pointing out the obvious. Help me before I hang up on you."

"Okay. I think. Um. There's something on the right side of the closet. It's the... I think it was six hangers from the wall. Get that." 10 instructs. Andrew counts hangers and comes back with a dark green sweater. He blinks at it, confused for a second. Then he remembers where it came from. 

Christmas 2010, from Kevin Day himself. The price tag is still hanging off it. 'Kevin, you paid $130 for a fucking shirt?' is what Andrew said when he first saw it. Kevin just smiled. 'I'm in the pros now. I can afford it. And you deserve nice things. It’ll look good on you, too.' The idiot. Andrew threatened to return it for store credit, but never did. Maybe he’s a little sentimental, even about stupid pricey sweaters.

"Did you get it?" cuts through his memory and startles Andrew back to the present.

"Uh. The green thing? Yeah," Andrew answers, holding it up to his chest. He looks at himself in the mirror and thinks it looks pretty good actually. It’s a nice color. "Why this?"

"I think it would look good on you, duh. Isn't that what we're doing? Besides, it's a sweater. It'll keep you warm and make you look softer, like you're nice and not going to kill anyone." 10 says, making Andrew's brows raise thoughtfully.

He supposes there is some logic buried in that. Somewhere. Wrapping a blade in fleece doesn’t make it less deadly, but perhaps it’ll soften his edges a bit. Andrew sets his phone down and changes into the sweater, some black trousers, and boots. He looks at himself in the mirror for a moment, pleasantly surprised and annoyed at Kevin’s taste. Because it does look good on him. He snatches his phone up and takes a photo for 10.