Matt had a strange addiction to cheap knock-offs, especially if the brand name was glaringly wrong. It had started with the street vendors in his hometown of Philly. At one point he had a fairly sizable collection of "Rolecks" watches and "Guchi" handbags. London had even more to offer which amused him incredibly.
"I'm almost sad I don't wear women's shoes," he said to Simon. "They have these ridiculously priced 'Prata' heels. Is it bad I kind of want to buy them for the novelty?"
He turned his head when Simon called to the other man. He'd never met Sirius before. The only thing he knew about him was that he was a shifter like Simon. Slowly over the past few days Simon had begun to open up to Matt. Because of it, London was starting to feel more and more like home.
"That man is probably rocking the coolest mustache I've ever seen," Matt admired.
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"I'm almost sad I don't wear women's shoes," he said to Simon. "They have these ridiculously priced 'Prata' heels. Is it bad I kind of want to buy them for the novelty?"
He turned his head when Simon called to the other man. He'd never met Sirius before. The only thing he knew about him was that he was a shifter like Simon. Slowly over the past few days Simon had begun to open up to Matt. Because of it, London was starting to feel more and more like home.
"That man is probably rocking the coolest mustache I've ever seen," Matt admired.