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Welcome to this week's Silver Flash! This week we see TJ Foxe caught up in trying to impress Hund and draw his attention. I'm pretty sure he's going to succeed. I hope you are enjoying TJ Foxe and Zane Hund as I'm really enjoying writing them. TJ is a riot and Hund well, he's starting to come around. LOL
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Foxe and Hund 5 – 08/31/11
It was a really special day. TJ’d been planning this day for months. His excitement was building along his spine. If this didn’t work, then nothing would, and he might as well give up. He carried a torch for Zane Hund.
There was no getting around it, the man was something special… he was also straight, borderline homophobic, an asshole, moody and temperamental. Yes, thinking about the big man with the soulful brown eyes was an easy way to put TJ into a snit. Normally, TJ would never have looked twice at a straight man, even a very handsome straight man. But Zane Hund had goaded him, picking on him mercilessly—never quite to the point of no return, just infuriation.
TJ pulled on his skin tight brown leather pants. They hung low on his hips, hugging his body. He loved these pants. A complete indulgence—butter soft and golden brown—they laced up the front like old fashioned breeches. He tucked the legs into a pair of matching golden brown boots with multiple buckles. From the wide dark brown belt which buckled across his hips, he hung a multitude of pouches and bronze gadgets. A forest green shirt with ruffles down the front and at the cuffs came next, followed by a gold and green brocade vest. To top off his outfit, he added a deep red waistcoat embroidered in green. It took him a few minutes to get the cravat tied correctly, but when he was finished he looked like a high-priced dandy. He tucked his pocket watch, which hung on an elaborate gold chain, into the pocket of his vest. The cufflinks were heirlooms from his grandfather that he’d taken out of his safety deposit box at the bank, just for this special occasion. Eyeing his outfit critically, he grinned… perfect!
TJ went into the bathroom to style his hair; mousse and hair gel soon had his spikes coifed to perfection. White face powder, rouge, red lipstick and black eyeliner completed his look. He hung large gold hooped earrings from his earlobes, then draped a pair of opera glasses on a chain around his neck. The gold and silver decorative binoculars were the perfect accessory for his outfit, along with the pair of goggles perched atop his head. Add a pair of brown leather gloves … outfit complete… almost.
TJ headed for the front door, grinning as he picked up the old fashioned parasol he’d found in a thrift shop. Considering its age, the colors were still very vibrant. The fabric was forest green and completed his spectacularly put together look. He was ready. He was sure to draw a number of looks, but that was the purpose after all. Stepping to the window, he peered out into the setting evening sun.
Yep, the brown non-descript car sat across the street from his apartment. He’d been seeing the unmarked police car for a couple of weeks now. Always parked in the shadows when he was working or parked across the street… like now. He knew he wasn’t under any formal or informal investigations and after some checking, he’d found out the officer the vehicle had been signed out to was Detective Zane Hund. TJ chuckled to himself as he put the closed parasol over his shoulder and spun it. Wouldn’t Hund be surprised to see him?
TJ gazed out over the city. His apartment was only on the third floor, but from his hilltop vantage point, the city lay spread out before him. In the distance, above the convention center, hovering on the thermals was a large, rarely seen monstrosity of a zeppelin, offering rides to paying convention attendees. ComicCon was just getting underway and TJ had promised Lauren, his sister, he’d help with her booth. Lauren owned a bookstore with an extensive graphic novel and manga section. TJ had dressed up in high Steampunk fashion for this year’s event.
TJ grinned as he anticipated what Hund would do when he saw him. He headed for the front door, locking it behind him—a short trip down the elevator and out the front door of the apartment complex. TJ strutted down the street at a quick clip, using the parasol like a gentlemen’s cane as he headed for his car. TJ dared a glance at the driver of the brown car… sure enough Hund was behind the wheel… mouth open like a fish out of water. A smug grin crossed TJ’s face; he may look like a dandy out of time… but he looked good and he knew it, and that knowledge helped to put just a bit of a strut in his step. TJ unlocked his car and headed for the convention center. He wondered if Hund would follow… TJ certainly hoped so.