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good  night?   it's   9:30.  in the  morning.   come  on.  let's  get  breakfast. 

@fratdeep  ⋆｡˚☀︎｡         [     he    goes   onto    his    phone,     the    time    staring    back    at    him.     he    can    hardly    keep    his    eyes    open.     his    phone    is    put    down    when    patrick    comes    back,     pulling    him    closer    as    his    eyes    close    again.     ]     good    night,     patty.

oh,  i  was  just  gonna  disappear  afterwards.     *  he'd  roll  his  eyes  as  he  climbed  out  of  the  bed.  silent  as  he  walked  to  the  bathroom,  did  his  business   and  washed  his  hands.  then  he  was  back  at  james'  side  like  he  never  left. * 

@fratdeep  ⋆｡˚☀︎｡          i    know    where    we    are.     i    was    trying    to    make    a    point    here.     im    a    student,     same    as    anyone    else.     i    just    put    work    into    things    besides    only    my    classes.

no—  i  meant  school  work.  we're  in  the  library,  dude.    in  case  you  forgot  where  we  are. 

@fratdeep  ⋆｡˚☀︎｡          of    course    i    do    actual    work.     i    put    a    lot    of    actual    work    into    our    games.

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@sublives  ⋆｡°✩           great.     then    go    get    in    the    car.     i'll    be    right    behind    you    once    i've    got    my    stuff.

one  step  ahead  of  you.   like  that  one  mukbang  dude.     i  filled  up  the  tank  on  the  coffee  run.  

@sublives  ⋆｡°✩           a    bag    of    / my /    stuff.     if    im    driving,     you're    paying    for    gas.     just    wait    for    me,     we'll    go    in    a    minute.

*   he  wouldn't  respond,  choosing  to  press  his  lips  to   chases  again.  this  time,  much  gentler,  calmer  than  chase  had  him.   *    

@sublives  ⋆｡°✩           [     be    strong,     chase.     be    strong.     he    swallows    hard,     eyes    stuck    between    jacob's    eyes    and    lips.     ]     maybe.     maybe    i'd    be    more    than    okay    with    it.

*  he'd  lean  closer,  letting  his  breath  ghost  over  chases  lips.  *      if  i  do  it  again,   would  you  be   okay  with   that? 

@sublives  ⋆｡°✩           you're    right,     it    isn't    funny.     im    sorry.     this    shit    is    / hilarious! /      [     he    laughs    again,     more    this    time,     as    he    gets    his    things    to    go.     it    continues    even    as    he    steps    out    the    door.     ]     im    on    my    way.     i'll    try    to    get    there    quicker    than    twenty.

don't    laugh!    it  isn't  funny.   i'm  at  that  italian  place  like,   twenty  minutes  away.  i'll  send  the  address.  we  ubered  here together and  i  really can't  stick  this  one  out  to  the  end,   chaser.  it's  bad. 

@sublives  ⋆｡°✩           [     he    can't    hold    back    his    laugh.     it    escapes,     but    only    for    a    moment.     ]     sounds    awful.     where    are    you?     i'll    go    and    get    you.

*  as  the  door  closed,   jacob  let  out  a  long  line  of  expletives.   probably  more  than  the  situation  called  for,  honestly.  and  then  he  promptly  yelled  into  the  nearest  pillow  in  his  couch.  this  was   bullshit.  definitely.  a  part  of  him  wanted  to  cry,  maybe  beg  for  chase  to  come  back  inside.  but  that  wasn't  fair  to  chase  or  jackson.  jonathan.  whatever  the  fuck  the  dude  was  named.  * 

@sublives  ⋆｡°✩           i    cant.     i    would,     if    i    could,     but    i    cant.     it'd    be    a    shitty    move.     really    shitty    move.     you'll    survive.     don't    miss    me    too    much    or    whatever    they    say.     [     he    goes    through    the    door    as    he    speaks,     closing    it    the    moment    after    he    finishes    his    words    and    gives    a    small   wave.     ]

james?   dude—  that's  such a  basic  fuck boy  name.   *  as  if  jacob  was  any  better.  watching  chase open  the  door  was  like  breaking  his  heart.   fuck  this.  *      please—  just   stay?   cancel  with  him.   please. 

@sublives  ⋆｡°✩           not    this    stuff.     im    fine    with    it.     [     because    it's    jacob,     and    not    anyone    else.     his    palms    continue    pushing    down    around    his    back.     ]     are    you    sure    it    feels    good?     im    scared    im    going    too    softly.

*   he'd   just  hum  appreciatively,   melting  into  the  bed.  *       feels  good.   and   you  don't  mind  doing the  hard  work,  right?

@sublives  ⋆｡°✩           fitting,     though.     im    your    jester    and    now    your    massage    therapist.     making    me    do    all    the    hard    work.     [      and    yet,     he    stands    over    the    other,     pressing    down    on    his    back    with    his    palms,     careful    on    how    he    applies    pressure.     ]     tell    me    when    it's    too    much.

@sublives  ⋆｡°✩           im    not    gonna    try    / anything /    you're    doing.     thats    why    you're    the    one    doing    it    and    not    me.

definitely  not  me.  i'm  the  least  dramatic  boy  in  the  world.      damn  right  i  am.   it's  fun,  you  should  try.

@sublives  ⋆｡°✩           i    wonder    who    i    got    it    from.     it    is    not    circling    back    to    that.     you're    victimizing    yourself    or    whatever    it    is.

and  you  literally  said—  whatever,  dude.  i  just  can't  make  it.    i  have  to  watch  my  siblings.  my  parents  are  going  out  and  my  siblings  don't—  theyre  like,  are  young, 

@sublives  ⋆｡°✩           when    the    fuck    did    i    say    it    doesn't    matter?     why    would    i    ignore    your    schedule,     or    anyone    else's,     to    make    it    easier    for    me?     we're    literally    a    / group! /

i  did  tell  you   that!   i  literally  fucking  said  i  wasn't  free  and  you  said  it  doesn't   /matter/!