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[yaysoccer.livejournal.com]

[ the streets had been pretty bare after a little traffic on the way to anthony's apartment, making due with the time they had when stopping to glance down at the arms around his waist. double-checking never hurt, considering the circumstances. as per usual he has his moments of thought over the events that had taken place throughout the day. said thoughts eventually traveled into their adventure at the lounge, concluding that it was most likely the alcohol speaking for anthony and nothing more than that; it was an acceptable self-hypothesis.

without any chatter involved (he was half-expecting puff, woo to happen any second, after all) he makes his way down the last few streets in complete silence, already quite aware of their exact destination. ]

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[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ points down the correct hallway, feeling rather victorious. ]

There.

[yaysoccer.livejournal.com]

[ nods and continues to be a human vehicle in silence, going slow enough so that his companion could stop him at the appropriate door whenever they approach it. ]

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ gives michael's neck a squeeze when they near his door, reaching out with an arm to knock at it just in case his dad's in (while hoping to god that his dad's not in). when there's no immediate response, he takes in a deep breath before he draws back, barely balancing himself as he sticks his hands down his pockets to find another set of keys.

when he's victorious, he lets out a small a ha! & reaches back around to offer the key to michael. ]

Look, I found it.

[yaysoccer.livejournal.com]

[ blinks at the set of keys. stares in thought. stares a bit more. with some skills that only he possesses he unlocks the door without dropping his personal monkey anthony, nudging it open as the wanders on in.

tilts his head slightly to speak to him. ]

Would you be alright if I released you now?

[bawkmajor.livejournal.com]

[ yawns a bit. ]

You're not staying?

[yaysoccer.livejournal.com]

I suppose I could stay if it is necessary.

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

We can make cookie dough!

[yaysoccer.livejournal.com]

... I do not think that is the correct saying, but if we must.

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ rubs his nose into michael's hair. ]

What's the correct saying?

[yaysoccer.livejournal.com]

[ doesn't mind that, too busy thinking as he wanders further into the apartment. ]

"We can eat cookie dough"? Or perhaps you meant to suggest the act of making cookies, which I am unaccustomed to. That is Anne's specialty, not mine.

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

You can learn. With me. I don't bake a lot.

[yaysoccer.livejournal.com]

... that does not sound very safe, considering your current state.

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ continues to cling on, far too content to really move yet. ]

No, no. We need more adventure in our lives!

[yaysoccer.livejournal.com]

I believe our adventure today has been more than enough.

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

But you like me.

[yaysoccer.livejournal.com]

[ nods shortly, observing the living room with some interest. ]

I have an attraction towards you, this much is true.

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ huffs a breath into the back of michael's head. ]

I like you too.

[yaysoccer.livejournal.com]

I understand. You have been expressing your affection for me quite frequently tonight. [ moves towards the kitchen. ] Although the sentiments will most likely change tomorrow.

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

I'm a chicken. We don't take back our love!

[yaysoccer.livejournal.com]

Is that so. [ stops by the table, inclining his head towards it slightly. ] Would you like to sit?

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ tilts a bit, trying in vain to catch a glimpse of michael's expression. ]

Are you getting tired?

[yaysoccer.livejournal.com]

[ turns his own head slightly, the side of his face brushing lightly against anthony's. ]

Only slightly.

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[pokerobo.livejournal.com]

[ & this is when he wakes up, sitting upright in anthony's bed while the covers fall off of him. rubs an eye sleepily, grabbing his phone by instinct when his body decides that it needs some water.

scoots slowly into the kitchen, head hanging with sleep still heavily gripping at him. only looks up when he hears voices, stopping in front of the kitchen's entrance. ]

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[pokerobo.livejournal.com]

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