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flopping on .
barbaricyore
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read ( stumbling * ) out of
the same alleyway he’s been
changing into his persona for
the last five ( ? ) years , in
a hurry to get home , head
down , bag straps hunched
over his shoulders , head
down —
for having spider sense , you’d
think you’d have a good mind
for spacial awareness — then
again this was peter , only
to run into the male before
him — apologising over and
over again , he hadn’t realised
as to who it was , until he
picked his glasses back up .
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exhaling a sigh through
pursed lips , slowly opening
the window to a familiar
place , in and out ,
that was the plan .
quiet as possible .
he just prayed the
other wasn’t home .
god knew what he’d
do if he ran into him .
/ eh
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on quick feet he’s ( read ; trying )
to fix whatever he toppled over ,
only for it to not stand upright ,
teeth grit in annoyance ; defeat
was presumed against a fight
of an inanimate object .
like seriously ? he’s fought
people and won in situations
way worse than this .
completely unaware of that
he was approaching , the light
causing him to freeze midst
manoeuvre ; slowly turning
around , arms flailing up in
surrender .
“ this — uh - “ speak , goddamnit ,
say something .
“ isn’t
what it looks like - ? “
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@moralmissions he’d laid for perhaps a minute before he’d jumped at whatever had just been knocked over. he sat up quite quickly, breath hitching. was that potato being a little shit again? it’s almost every night that his neighbors cat is always making a mess in his apartment. and for what reason?! hell, kanan would never know. pushing himself off of the couch, he trudged his way towards the thud sound. he just prayed that potato hadn’t knocked over anything important, anything breakable. because if he had, ohhh, his neighbors would never hear the end of it. flicking on the light switch to his hallway, he wasn’t sure what he was expecting to see.
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the brunette froze as his
senses tingled to the key
turning in the lock .
eye peering around the
corner , gaze falling to a
familiar sight of the boy .
he couldn’t help but stare
for a moment , treed ,
frozen in place ,
lips part as if wanting to
speak , but the audibility
of words was completely
silent , he didn’t remember
him . . now wasn’t the time .
his heart sunk .
with a shake to his head
he’s back to his mission ;
headed toward his room
on quiet feet , yet of course
nothing ever went smoothly ,
knocking something over to
cause a thud as he entered .
cursing under his breath .
barbaricyore
/ i guess since i’m here, i should do this. cb & specify?
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/ i’ll get to them when i can, but i’ll be working a 10/12 hour shift tonight so it’ll be SLOW responses.
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anything , tell me anything ,
i like your voice —
barbaricyore
id: @moralmissions x-fics? and i’ll have you know that facts about hashtags are not all that i read about, thank you. i just like to read pretty much anything and everything.
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and i thought i was
weird , reading x - fics , no ,
my boyfriend reads facts about
hashtags .
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m’alrigh’ , still in one
piece , right ?
s’nothing new —
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id: @moralmissions you need me in the now? i’m here in the now and right now, you’re hurt! it feels like you’ve got a fractured rib. how do you expect me NOT to worry about you?
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i know . .
and i can’t promise you
that i wont .
which is why i - need you in the now .
if it ever does , we figure it out , then .
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are you awake ?
i cant sleep .
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slumping down against him ,
exhaling a breath of air , mostly
in content now that he had the
other in his presence .
he’s quiet for a moment , thinking .
“ i dont know why —- “ he mutters ,
“ m’sorry - “
honestly ; he just didn’t know
how to fall asleep alone anymore .
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id: @moralmissions his arms don’t hesitate to wrap around the other, pulling him so close that he’s almost dragging peter on top of him. “wanna talk about why you can’t sleep, or do you just want silence?”
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don’t look at me like that . .
it was a puddle .
barbaricyore
id: @moralmissions how about i just go get you the clothes and if you want them, you can have them?
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. . they have to get up ; peter ,
does anyway , he’s got classes .
yet he’s currently draped over
the other ; cheek resting
against one’s collarbone .
tired murmurs escaping
pursed lips , reluctant to
get up .
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he hated in having to leave him ; it’s the last thing he
ever wanted to do .
the countless nights of patrol , or said classes in
having to without much thought ;
he never looks behind him as he leaves .
a pain , lingers every time , days fall a little
less bright without him at his side , that was
bearable .
but something was different this
morning .
he didn’t want to go , he couldn’t find
the strive to move .
it’s not like the class was compulsory . . right ?
well , if not showing once or twice within a long
while , he figured , it couldn’t hurt .
so instead , his arms tighten around his lovers frame ,
shifting groggily as calloused digits trace up the ridges
of his back , reaching the hairs at the nape of his neck ,
dark hues fluttering open to look up at him like
a lovesick fool .
barbaricyore
id: @moralmissions getting to sleep in was the biggest plus side of having graduated earlier than he was supposed to. at least to kanan, anyway. and given that bad must always come with good, the bad part about it was that peter still had to go to classes, which meant he had to wake up alone most nights. yeah, that was never fun. but he liked to bask in the presence of his boyfriend while he could, attempting to nuzzle closer to his neck as if that would really prevent him from leaving.
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. . i just spent 40 minutes
in the shower thinking
why is there a thing
called a grapefruit when
theres a fruit called a
grape . .
and i was also wondering
why you weren’t there —