[farrenlock]

For several minutes, clicking and clacking filled the small two bedroom apartment. Shortly there was a low buzz of a mobile vibrating on the hard wooden surface of a work desk. A hand reached out to grasp the mobile, eyes scanned the front of the familiar number and drifted toward the current time; 2am. Talon Kumai, age nineteen, was not at all pleased with the call or the fact that his partner was so carefree. Numerous times his partner worried him by coming home late. He'd often warn the younger man that if he continued his lofty and irresponsible behavior then he would act on it.

The only reason he was up was to finish a deadline on his college paper. He sighed, ruffled his long blond braided hair. So much for finishing up, Talon thought in irritation. He debated wither to ignore the call, but after it neared the last ring he decided to not be a complete asshole and answered. "Good morning, Calvin," he greeted with clear annoyance ringing in his voice. "Funny, I would've expected you'd be home by now. Why is that?" he pressed, knowing well the reason why the man was absent.

Talon leaned back in his chair, opened another tab on his browser and inserted his boyfriends phone number so that he may track him down. "I'm unsure wither to consider yourself lucky or not for me answering you," Talon muttered darkly. "Tell me the street Calvin. Surely you can do that much."