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RAY
“So where even-“ Ray turns his end at the sound of the apartment door opening.
“Hullo?” A tall, pale man wearing a ratty shirt (clearly pajamas) and a pair of baggy short-shorts opens the door sleepily.
Ray forgets all about his phone, letting the hand holding it drift away from his ear. He’s practically got heart eyes with the way he’s staring.
“Hellllooooo?” The man repeats, rubbing his eye and leaning against the doorframe suspiciously.
Ray can’t respond, his mouth wide open without him realizing.
“Um, I’m going to shut the door on you now, I think”.
“Mikey!!” Ray snaps back to reality at the sound of Gee’s voice through the forgotten phone.
“Gerard? Is that Gerard you’re calling?”
Ray nods dumbly, cursing himself for not saying anything to the angel that opened the door.
“Mikey! You know Ray, right?” Ray holds the phone closer to the man, (“Mikey” apparently?) letting him take over the call.
“Hm? Ray? Uhhh, the uh, the art friend, yeah?” Mikey ends up taking the phone altogether.
“Yeah! You probably haven’t seen him since those times he came over in highschool”.
Mikey looks Ray up and down, “Hey again, Ray, been a while”.
Ray hasn’t stopped staring. He barely even registers Mikey talking to him, “uh huh” is all he can manage to spit out.
“Gee, is there a reason your friend is at our door stalking around?”
“I tried to ask that, go home, you weirdo!” Gerard aims that last part at Ray, speaking loudly into his phone.
Ray hears the command and runs with it, literally, taking his phone back from Mikey and stumbling back to his car.
“What a weirdo” Mikey’s nose scrunches in confusion before closing the door and going back to his nap.
GERARD
Gerard looks at his phone to see the call has ended, huffing out a “hm” before putting his phone back into his pocket.
“Everything ok?” Frank asks, as if he hadn’t been eavesdropping the whole call.
“Yeah, I guess Ray tried to visit and found Mikey instead”.
“Mikey?” Frank asks not-so-subtley, his scent thickening in jealousy.
“My brother” Gerard emphasizes, immediately feeling Frank’s scent go back to neutral.
“Is he as charming as you are?” Frank flirts, bowing down and taking Gerard’s hand to kiss his knuckles.
Gerard rolls his eyes, and pulls his hand away, “you are too much, Iero, we are here for your friend and nothing else”.
Frank groans dramatically, straightening back up and beginning to walk towards the first stand.