Eating was over relatively quick, N then needing to get ready for work. He took a quick shower, and got dressed into his work uniform. He packed his bag, slinging it on his shoulder. He tiredly latched into Techno, grumbling that he didn't wanna go yet.
Techno replied as any other would; "work calls, you gotta answer" with a quick kiss on the lips and a goodbye after reminding N of his wallet and keys.
N headed off with a wave as Techno closed the door, the H/C man dreading the idea of working in such a hot building. He did, none the less, hopping off his porch and walking the same route he did pretty much every day.