Much like other people’s food, another person’s home was always more interesting than your own. Pottering around in Dublin for the afternoon in anticipation of what was sure to be a lively evening only made Cael’s mood more optimistic and buoyant. The sunny streets buzzed with energy and the cool winds flitting off of the Liffey oddly warmed the Russian man’s skin. There was an unseasonable fairness to the weather - a prelude to disaster, no doubt, caught between two bookends of torrential showers. As he bobbed along the street, a bag of liquor and beer hanging from one hand, nibbles consisting of crisps and sweets in another, Cael found his self considering a move to Dublin when he felt the need for a change. However, between England, Scotland and Ireland, he had certainly had his fill of travel for a while; at least until the summer, hopefully.
The inevitability of both him and Kieran staying over was almost to the letter. It had been months since the Three Musketeers had come together with the intent to bet ridiculously with stakes they didn’t have and pass out drunk on the couch together. At some point they’d always disentangle themselves enough to send Robin careering onto the rug and then they’d all move off to bed, griping and grumbling as they felt their way through the darkness. The following morning would always be an interesting time - when coffee and a fry-up couldn’t quite cut it and all three men cursed the frying pan and the spitting fat the bacon gave off. Certainly, it was Cael’s favourite time when they got together but he felt the need to quiz both men regardless.
One was married the other one sure to be following down that line also. Cael was only lucky in the point of fact that two months in the country wasn’t technically enough time for the Ministry to claim he was ‘putting down roots.’ Hopefully he’d move off again before they caught him out - but he wasn’t holding out hope.
When Cael returned to the flat, Robin was the picture of relaxation, no doubt awaiting Mr. Hayes and Cael himself. The elder of the two men dumped the bags on the kitchen counter and toss his jacket onto the back of one of the arm chairs before reaching over the back of the couch to ruffle Robin’s hair. He pressed a sloppy kiss to the younger man’s cheek and grinned doggedly before standing up to dart away before Robin got his wits about him enough to reach to thump his cousin.
“When’s Kieran due then?” Cael asked conversationally, eyeing the Quidditch game on the television unseeingly as he took to unpacking his purchases. “Don’t tell me he rang and said he’s got better things to be doing.” Cael chuckled and shook his head before tucking the plastic bags into a drawer. “Alright, beer first or food?” He asked, reaching for the pack of cards already sat on the kitchen island. He shuffled them absent-mindedly, giving his hands something to settle upon as he looked at his cousin, waiting for the answer.
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