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[ pulls onto the street across from anthony's apartment complex to park his car, turning the vehicle off before leaning back into the seat in silence. a day when they're both free was rare to come by nowadays, thus the sudden decision to grab the boy when he was given the a-okay by anthony himself. only this time he was going to him instead of the other way around, a good way to practice on getting back into something more comfortable with the friend(s) he had not been able to spend time with as often as he would have liked. still, it was a good start, and that's really all that mattered to him.

drums his fingers against the steering wheel in thought, shaking his head before getting out of the car, pocketing his keys after he's locked up. doesn't take any time in doing the typical routine (that he had not been able to do in quite some time)-- walks in, waits for the elevator, steps inside to push the button for the correct floor number, then strolls on out when the ding signals his arrival. his feet carry him at a leisurely pace towards the apartment, arriving in no time at all; after he knocks he shoves his hands into his pockets, taking a look around the hallway as if this were his first time visiting. a moment's thought makes him grin to himself a little (the things that happened last time they were alone together, still going over that day with some fondness attached despite the bad moments), schooling the smile to instead train his eyes on the door to wait for his friend to appear. ]

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[ gets to his feet & shakes out his legs a little. then offers a hand toward tony. ]

We'll watch the rest later. Bed.

[ leans forward to put his forehead into that hand, closing his eyes again. ]

Sleep here. Bed later.

[ stares down at him, then shakes his head. brings up his other hand to place onto that hair again, but instead of petting, he starts ruffling -- more roughly than is necessary. ]

C'mon, up. [ ruffles some more. ] I'll even tuck you in.

[ leans into those rufflings even when he realizes that they're not the petting sort, speaking only when he feels like it's necessary to: ]

'kay.

[ & then he gets up, moving to drape himself over anthony. ]

[ grunts with a small 'oof', shifting a little to wrap his arms around tony's torso as to balance them both. sighs. ]

Tucking and carrying. Two different things. Chickens cannot do the latter.

[ wraps his own arms around him, rubbing his face into his hair. ]

Aw, but you're such a cute chicken-!

[ gives tony's back a few pats. ]

Yes, yes. But I still can't do it. [ nudges him a little. ] Bedtime.

[ sighs a little, standing up straight again while releasing him at the same time. ]

Alright, alright...

[ & then begins to scoot off into the direction of anthony's room. ]

[ trails along after him, a hand hovering behind tony's back for just in case. when they reach his room, he scoots past his friend to quickly put away some of the toys. pats the mattress when ready. ]

Almost at the finish line.

[ just crawls onto the bed wordlessly, burying his face into one of the pillows. moves that pillow around a little so that his arms are wrapped around it, contently snuggling further into it. body relaxes fraction by fraction again as he slowly drifts into something comfortable, murmuring something about how warm the bed is before he finally falls into a deep, peaceful sleep. ]

[ stares down at him with a small blink, a little surprised at the speed with which tony falls asleep. shakes his head to snap out of it, then starts nudging his friend around to get him in a more comfortable position on the bed. tugs the blankets up & around the bigger boy afterward. a moment's hesitation later, he gives the hair a few more strokes before leaning away completely, pointedly not looking down as he walks to his desk.

after gathering the necessary book, notes & stationary, he tucks them all under an arm so that he can flick the lights off with the free hand. it is then he finally lets his eyes fall on the bed again -- at the big lump lying there, murmuring a soft 'good night'. then he's off, moving back into the living room. tucks himself into the corner of the couch after putting the popcorn bowl away, bringing up the book to begin reading, basking in the aftermath of a slow, but good, day. ]