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˚₊‧⁺⋆♱          [     there's    no    response.     wilson    simply    stares,     mainly    out    of    disbelief.     previously,     there    was    not    much    regard    as    to    what    he    liked    or    spoke    of.     his    mouth    opens,     then    closes,     then    opens    again.     ]     i    forgot    everything    i    was    going    to    say.

@puckedballs          why   wouldn't  i?    like—  if  you're  passionate  about  it,  i  wanna   remember  it. 

˚₊‧⁺⋆♱          no—     i    mean    yes—     i    mean..     i    just    didn't     think    you    would    remember,     i    suppose.     i    didn't    expect    you    to.

˚₊‧⁺⋆♱          mhm.     [     it    comes    with    a    nod,     then    a    temporary    silence.     one    that    doesn't    last    long.     ]     i    miss    it,     but..     it's    not    what    it    was    for    me    anymore.     it's    a    really    complicated    story.

@puckedballs           you  can  be whatever  around  me.    i  did—  only  'cause  i  googled  you  when  we  first  started  talking.    thinking  about  it  again?

˚₊‧⁺⋆♱          i    shouldn't    be    so    moody    with    you    around,     though.     did    you    know    i    used    to    do    hockey?     before    la    and    baseball?

˚₊‧⁺⋆♱          why    would    you    stay    home    if    im    asleep?     and    im    not    wide    awake..     im    half    awake.     [     one    arm    stays    wrapped    around    caspian    entirely,     even    as    positions    shift.     the    other    begins    to    ever    so    gently    trace    shapes    on    his    back.     ]     you    get    to    hear    me    say    that    i    love    you.     a    lot.

@puckedballs          then  why   am  i  even  staying  home?   if  you're  just  gonna  be  wide  awake.      *  he'd  plant  himself  firmly  over  wilson  as though  he  was a  blanket.  shoving  his  face into  wilson's  neck,  he'd  sigh  contently.  * 

˚₊‧⁺⋆♱          oh,     you're —     [    a    yawn    cuts    him    off.     he    faces    away    from    caspian    before    placing    a    kiss    to    his    cheek    once    it    ends.     ]     wonderful.     but    im    staying    up    now.     i    can    fall    asleep    again    later.

@puckedballs        id   like  to  go  if  he'd  be  cool  with  it.     i've   never  been  to a  hockey  game.    you'll  have  to  explain  the  rules  to  me. 

˚₊‧⁺⋆♱          im    sure    that    he'd    be    okay    with    it,     so,     yeah.     but    only    if    you're    okay    with    going.

@puckedballs            an  old  friend?    that's  sweet!   are  you  sure  they'd  want  me   there?

˚₊‧⁺⋆♱          i    wouldn't    mind    a    soda.     but    after    you're    done    wrapping.     i    shouldn't    make    you    take    longer    or    anything.     i    can    wait.

@puckedballs             ask   me  and  i'll  get  you  food.    speaking  of,  do  you  want  anything  to  drink?  i  have   wine,   beer,   soda,  water  of course.   i  bought  juice  too  because  i  wasn't  sure  if  you'd  like  that—

˚₊‧⁺⋆♱          oh.     [     he    is   undoubtedly    shocked    by    how    quickly    athena    listens    to    caspian.     he    looks    at    the    man,     but    guides    his    hand    to    be    in    front    of    her,     before    eventually    doing    his    pet    to    attempt    petting    her    while    not    looking.     ]      avoid    the kitchen.     got    it.     but    what    if    i    get    hungry?

˚₊‧⁺⋆♱          (   ..    )     i    don't    know.     you    just..     are?     i    don't    think    i    can    properly    answer    that..

@puckedballs         different,  huh?  i'll  take  it  as a  compliment.    but   um.   what   makes  me   different..?

˚₊‧⁺⋆♱          thats..     different.     you're    different.     not    in    a    bad    way,     of    course,     but..     different.

˚₊‧⁺⋆♱          [     he    hums,     taking    a    bite    of    the    croissant.     ]      hopefully    you    can    get    more    breaks    in    the    afternoon,     or    that    it    is    slower.     you    deserve    that,     at    least.     i'll    bring    you    more    food    these    days.

@puckedballs         yes  you   may.        *  he'd  sit  down  next  to  the  other,   opening  his  food  up  and  grabbing   the  fork.  *     most   days.   i try  to  get  here  around  6  at  the  latest.  so  the  openers  don't  have  to  do  too  much.  but  they  called  out  so  it's  bee  just   me.   

˚₊‧⁺⋆♱          may    i    get    them,     / please? /     [     he    is    sure    to    finish    his    sentence    before    grabbing    the    items.     he    takes    a    sip    as    the    other    speaks.     ]     you    don't    work    like    this..     every    day,     do    you?

˚₊‧⁺⋆♱          [     he    nods    along    as    he    listens.     alternating    turns,     he    can    do    that.     perhaps    caspian's    smile    is    infectious.     one    begins    to    grow    on    his    own    face,     looking    at    the    man    who holds    such    concentration,     before    watching    the    ball.     once    it    stops    rolling,     he    walks    over    to    his    own    ball.     ]     yeah,     i    think    you're    definitely    winning    this..     [     another    hit    of    the    ball,     he    watches    it    roll..     too    much,     bounce    off    the    walls.     he    hit    it    too    hard.     ]

@puckedballs           *  the  ridiculous  smile  on his  face wouldn't  go  away.  it  was  like  every time  he  looked  at    wilson,  he  was  cheesing.  *    i  go.  and  then  you go   again.   we  alternate  till  we  get  it  in.         *  he'd    drop  his ball  and  nudge  it  to  the  right  spot  with  his  foot.    whistling  a  little,  caspian  would  putt  the  ball  down  the  path.   it  definitely  wasn't a  hole  in  one,  but  it  was  decently  close  to  the  hole.  *      each  putt  is a  point.   try  to  get  as  little  points  as  possible. 

˚₊‧⁺⋆♱          oh,     geez.     don't    judge    me.     [     he    places    the    small    ball    onto    the    floor,     taking    a    step    away    from    it    to    practice    swinging,     before    eventually    hitting    the    ball,     watching    it    roll    through    the    path.     he    turns    to    caspian.     ]     do    i    keep    going    or    is    it    your    turn?

;   if   i   say   ollie   n   spam   here ,,,