when giver meets taker

Like you have to ask

Roy was sitting on his bed, looking at the delicate flakes falling outside his window. It was December 12, Christmas was just around the corner.

He didnt want to admit it, but he really did love Christmas. It reminded him of when he was a little boy, and he would play in the snow with his father for hours. He loved to help him decorate the tree, and go to the town square to look at all the lights.

Its just been him and his father for as long as he can remember. He's asked about his mother once or twice, but his dad didnt like to linger on the topic. Not that it bothered Roy really, you cant mourn the loss of somebody you dont know.

In other news, Wolt was gorgeous.

The more Roy thought about it, the more he wanted to take a million pictures of Wolt and open a museum. His straight nose and his beautiful green eyes. His pretty smile. god his smile.

Roy picked up things that nobody else noticed about Wolt. He's ambidextrous. He has a mole under his right eye. His eyes have a hint of blue in them if you look closely. He doesnt like to drive, he prefers walking

His love language is gift giving. His middle name is Chester. His favorite color is purple.

Roy shook his head. He was doing it again. He couldnt stop thinking about him. Every time he heard his phone buzz he secretly prayed that it was Wolt texting, just so he would have a chance to talk to him.

Which is one reason Roy hates his current situation. He's hardly spoken to Wolt in the last couple days. He just wanted to see him. He just wanted to hug him, and tell him how much he means to him.

Roy heard a knock on the door.

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Wolt was worried. He couldnt remember the last time he and Roy hadnt talked for a whole day. He was acting so weird. Why did he delete the message off of his phone?

Wolt huffed, the cloud of warm air fogging up the cold winter air. It was night time, and for some reason, Wolt was standing at Roy's front door.

He hesitated before knocking, wondering if this was a good idea.

It wasnt Roy that answered the door, it was Eliwood.

"Well hello Wolt, what brings you here?" Eliwood smiled at the boy, who was almost eye level with him. Roy definitely got his height from his dad.

Oh nothing, just have to talk to Roy about... a... school project. can I come in?" Wolt twiddled his thumbs.

Eliwood ruffled Wolt's hair. "like you have to ask. Come in, Roy's in his room."

Wolt knew Roy's house all too well, it was like his second home. He walked upstairs to Roy's room, and knocked on the door.

When Roy opened, his eyes widened.

"Uh, hi Roy."

Without another word, Roy grabbed Wolt's hand and pulled him into the room, giving him the tightest hug ever.