Hee, when I say familiar I mean I've watched something like eight episodes, maybe, and read some fic. So no, no, I wouldn't say I'm familiar with that. But I love Reid, self-assured or not, even if my favorite will always be Emily Prentiss after that one episode where Luke Perry is a cult leader (which I have seen twice, because the law of Criminal Minds reruns is that they are always episodes I've seen! Idk how that works.). Anyway, I make no promises that my Reid voice is in any way accurate. *grins*
Mikey exits the Starbucks and burrows deeper into his coat, clutching tightly at his paper cup. Too fucking cold, this. Basically October sucks. He can hear his younger Jersey self making fun of him, because it's honestly not that cold right now, but still. California should not be rainy and miserable like this, he's pretty sure. Never mind that LA is always rainy when they're all there.
"Wait!" he hears behind him and turns around. It's a tall, skinny, really hot guy, holding Mikey's left glove, which, yeah, he left it on the counter, didn't hee. Ooops.
"Thanks," he manages, and tries to ignore the gleeful comments he knows Alicia would make if she were here ("Tall and lean, Mikeyway, fuck, the two of you together--"), because he's not into being all stammery when he's considering flirting.
"Oh, don't worry about it," the other guy replies, handing the glove over and touching Mikey's hand for a second. "I'm Reid, well, that's my last name, but people call me that. You're--you're Mikey Way, right, from My Chemical Romance? I read up on you a while ago, when we were--" And then he stops talking, rolling his eyes a little and smiling ruefully at Mikey.
"I am, yeah," Mikey says, for once not bothered that someone recognized him right away. Reid doesn't seem like a fan, exactly. "Why'd you read up on us?"
And now Reid looks uncomfortable. "I can't actually comment on that," he says, sounding weirdly official, then breaking into another one of those tiny smiles. "And I get that I'm probably sounding a bit like I'm someone you shouldn't be talking to, but I swear it was for a good cause. Can I buy you a, well, you already have coffee, maybe a muffin to make up for it?"
Mikey has no idea why (yeah, okay, he totally knows why), but he finds himself saying yes and pointing out that there's a much nicer bakery down the street. This is suddenly looking like a much better day.
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Mikey exits the Starbucks and burrows deeper into his coat, clutching tightly at his paper cup. Too fucking cold, this. Basically October sucks. He can hear his younger Jersey self making fun of him, because it's honestly not that cold right now, but still. California should not be rainy and miserable like this, he's pretty sure. Never mind that LA is always rainy when they're all there.
"Wait!" he hears behind him and turns around. It's a tall, skinny, really hot guy, holding Mikey's left glove, which, yeah, he left it on the counter, didn't hee. Ooops.
"Thanks," he manages, and tries to ignore the gleeful comments he knows Alicia would make if she were here ("Tall and lean, Mikeyway, fuck, the two of you together--"), because he's not into being all stammery when he's considering flirting.
"Oh, don't worry about it," the other guy replies, handing the glove over and touching Mikey's hand for a second. "I'm Reid, well, that's my last name, but people call me that. You're--you're Mikey Way, right, from My Chemical Romance? I read up on you a while ago, when we were--" And then he stops talking, rolling his eyes a little and smiling ruefully at Mikey.
"I am, yeah," Mikey says, for once not bothered that someone recognized him right away. Reid doesn't seem like a fan, exactly. "Why'd you read up on us?"
And now Reid looks uncomfortable. "I can't actually comment on that," he says, sounding weirdly official, then breaking into another one of those tiny smiles. "And I get that I'm probably sounding a bit like I'm someone you shouldn't be talking to, but I swear it was for a good cause. Can I buy you a, well, you already have coffee, maybe a muffin to make up for it?"
Mikey has no idea why (yeah, okay, he totally knows why), but he finds himself saying yes and pointing out that there's a much nicer bakery down the street. This is suddenly looking like a much better day.