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Why the fuck was he here?
Red couvered his face as his cheeks warmed in embarrassment, he was currently sitting in a kids diner with an adult skeleton he didn't know at all who was claiming to be his doctor. All while waiting for a freeking milkshake!
He felt like a child, one being enbaressed by a parent of sorts. And it didn't help that this 'class' was sitting there in a peaceful manner, drumming his fingers on the bench with a bouncy tune he hummed.

God was this guy insufferable. Why was he doing all of this? Red pulled his hood up over his face. Pleading to some imaginary star that class got this over with already. Only to feel the skeleton tap his shoulder softly, red looked up to meet himself with a smirk that actually looked apologetic.

"Yeah, sorry If I'm pushing nay thing. Despite the fact I'm a doctor my social skills are lacking" red rose a bone brow, Staring at class. Why the hell was he apoligising? "Especially... when I think I maybe met my match" red flinched, eyelights shrinking as he staired up at class. He said that smoothly, maintaining a dangerous amount of eye contact that made red want to retreat back in his chair. So this WAS his soul mate?

The milkshakes were placed infront of the two, class leaning over to take a sip without picking it up while red watched in shock. Class laughing before winking to red "surely, right? I remember seeing you years ago back in the city actually! Ran into you on accident but was too terrified to say anything? You shouted a profanity at me so loud it made some other skeletons walking stop" he said, reds face felt hotter and hotter as he looked off to the side, smiling slightly "s-Sorry if this.... sounds Asshole-ish but... you sure that wasn't my brother? I don't recall raising my voice to anyone" he said, class thinking before he murmered "well, you did have a strong scent of honeymuststard"

Red felt like kicking himself. He had assaulted this poor guy while drunk! He groaned softly as he hid his face in his hands, rubbing his eyesockets "fuck, I'm so sorry about that" Before he said anything else, though. The other had a hand on his shoulder, his voice gentle as he said "it was exactly what I had on my wrist, Bucko. In all honesty it kept me looking forward" he told red, rolling his eyes as he took his hand away again, going back to drinking his milkshake. The both of them quieten I gotta down for a moment as they brought their attention to their drinks. Just kind of taking in the atmosphere

"Y'know... normally I really hate doctors" red muttered after swallowing a large mouthful. He hadn't realised what he was saying untill class was stairing at him "hey! No don't make that face! Just- fuck- give me a moment okay?" He said, his hands once more accompanying his face "I hate all of them because of how they normally make me feel, kid-"

"I'm sure I'm older then you, dork" class cut him off, scoffing as he gently rested his head in his arms, resting against the counter. Red rolled his eyelights again as he leaned back in the seat. Since it was a kids bar, of course the bar stools were bar chairs. "I doubt it, nerd" he said. Both of them chuckling quietly before they went quiet again. Red sighed as he looked away. God he needed to pick up this conversation.

"I don't make you feel horrible... right?" Fuck...
"No! I- o was tryin' to say that! I..." he took a deep breath before another gulp of milkshake "I... don't know what it is about you but... while I feel wary of you I... don't... feel the same way I do with doctors?" He said, doing a half shrug as clas moved to face him, holding his hand out "here... give me this" he said, red staired at class for a few moments, any sane person would willing do this right away, but he didn't know what class wanted from him. It was just his hand, right?

He held his hand out to class. Who held it in his tightly, his warm hands turning his hand this way and that as he inspected it "not enough calcium in your bones there" he muttered, looking up at his eyelights "obviously not balls fing your meals" he grumbled, pouting slightly as he scooted closer to red. Class was looking around the bar, a thoughtful look over the others face. God that didn't feel good. What was this idiot doing?