Jedtavius: How Queer?
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Chapter 1: Odd
It was sundown and all the exhibits were coming back to life for the night. Jedediah rushed over to the where the Roman diorama from the Western to meet his good friend Octavius. They both loved spending time together and for some reason, Jedediah always looked forward to their nights together. So when Octavius asked him if they could do some small runs around the lobby and then just hang out in his coliseum for the rest of the night he said,
"Sure! An'thing ya wanna do!"
The whole time they were in the car there were constant catches of glances towards each other. Jedediah felt as if here was something missing, he had always had the thought of how Octavius would send him not so subtle hints, and as well as the thought of him and Octavius together but he always shrugged it off and caught himself before he said anything. However, he knew as soon as they were going to be alone in the coliseum, something was bound to happen wether it was bad or not, it'd be odd for them.
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