twelve days of christmas

9 days - flying or falling

𝖙𝖗𝖎𝖌𝖌𝖊𝖗 𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘 𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖉 𝖎𝖓 𝖔𝖕𝖊𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖆𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗'𝖘 𝖓𝖔𝖙𝖊

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"foolish, come."

the brunette flops his head to the side to look over at his friend, wondering what he could possibly need. his eyes land on karl leaning against his locker, coat already on and a can of coke in his hand.

foolish, still in the process of pulling his first coat on, smiles fondly. "you're so stupid," he insults good-naturedly but doesn't argue with his friend, crossing the short distance to stand by his best friend as karl holds the can up between them.

"ready?" foolish hums in confirmation.

karl slowly undoes the can, letting it hiss for a short moment before finally pulling the tab properly up and making the carbonated air pop through the quiet between them. karl makes an exaggeratedly satisfied ooo sound afterwards before taking a stupidly loud sip of his soda.

foolish just shakes his head as he goes back to his locker to get his second coat.

another thing that the movies fail to capture is how every person you meet will have quirks. everyone is miles different and each person has idiosyncracies that make them unique. out of the friends he has made in the past year, foolish would say karl has the most little 'him' things, and being obsessed with the popping of cans is one of those things.

he makes foolish listen every time he has a drink, even if he has to send the brunette a video because they're apart. in fact, come to think about it, maybe this particular idiosyncrasy is theirs now. showing foolish has become part of karl's quirk, and always listening has become a part of foolish.

foolish can't help but find that all too sweet.

"foolish?"

the brunette hums again, looking over at karl as he tugs his second coat over his shoulder. the brunette is squinting slightly, looking doused in thought. "what's up?"

"can i ask a possibly weird question and can you not ask why i'm asking?"

with a confused glare and a suspicious hum, foolish agrees. "sure..." he trails off expectantly, dropping his hands down to the zip of his coat once it's fully on.

"do you think me and dream were like, awkward yesterday?" he asks, reaching blindly to fiddle with a padlock on one of the other lockers.

foolish wracks his brain for moments where he'd even seen the couple together, considering he spent most of his time inside whilst dream was out front. he remembers at the end, and dream offering to walk karl home, but that didn't seem awkward to him. dream just seemed worried but that's to be expected. "no, not that i noticed," he answers, biting back the why? that wants to follow.

"okay cool," karl smiles, nodding. he takes another sip of his drink and foolish considers the conversation ended as he turns back to twist the numbers on his padlock.