<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/d3/dc/66/d3dc666930396888d065bf46105d76b0.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Dalys Xavier Armstrong Jr. (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12369109#msg12369109)<br/><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong>Boston, MA | August 14, 2017 | 8:45 AM<br/><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong>Mr. M<br/><strong>Content:</strong><br/><hr/>He was getting a late start. Normally he was an early riser but the past week Xavier had been totally off his game. Twice he'd wandered into a bar inexplicably, driven to seek out the seedy atmosphere and the burn of whiskey on the air. He'd only ordered a water the first time, and nothing at all this last time, but still he'd lingered until it became clear that the trouble he'd been looking for wouldn't be forth coming. No one had wanted to meet the challenge present in his gaze, drunk or no, and so Xavier had called it a night.<br/><br/>Unfortunately, coming home had offered no peace to be found within his bare walls. Such was his agitation that even meditation had been beyond him. Sleep had eluded him until the sun had nearly peeked over the horizon and at last Xavier found sleep at the time when he'd have normally been rising to begin his day.<br/><br/>What had thrown him so far off course was not something he cared to discuss so he was yet again thankful for the silence as he rose only a short time later. A quick shower and a skipped shave later, he was dressed and looking for breakfast only to realize that he'd not been shopping. Staring bleakly into his pristine refrigerator at the lone egg left along with the bottle of mustard he sighed and resisted the urge to smash his fist into something. The silver lining there was that he had plenty of milk. Except when he went for the chocolate mix in the cupboard he remembered he was out.<br/><br/>"Fuck!" His hand smashed down onto the countertop with a crunch. For a moment he felt nothing, the burst of pain delayed just enough to tell him the injury would have sent anyone else to the hospital. However, for Xavier he simply flexed his hand, opening and closing his fist and using the pain as a way to diffuse his mounting stress. A knock sounded at the door as he eased out a long held breath with controlled purpose and though he could think of no one who would purposefully show up at his place, he crossed the span of his loft to slide open the huge metal door.<br/><br/>Immediately he was ready to shut the door almost as soon as he opened it. A brief look up and down to size the man up was all it took to know this guy was bringing trouble. His whole presentation set off warning bells in Xavier's head but just as he started to open his mouth and say 'no', the bastard swooped in with a clincher. A soldier? Well fuck.<br/><br/>Pushing the door open a bit wider was about the only invitation this M was gonna get. Xavier merely grunted and turned, crossing his largely empty and impersonal living space to head back to the kitchen. His posture appeared dismissive but he was paying far more attention to his visitor than he'd let on, all the while still flexing his hand as he went.