Met shifted his grip on the bear, grinning nervously at Tirrell beforr going to his breakfast, which is there now. He ate the sausage with one hand, the other nervously kneading the bear's tummy.
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(wait what?)
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(I THOUGHT THEY WERE LIKE IN THE HALL LMAO)
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(ALSO HE ALREADY ATE??? I'm guessing he's a hungry boi)
(Okay let's say they're in the cafeteria and Met randomly got himself a sausage bc he likes sausages)
(Ok if they were in the hallway where did the chair come from)
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(XD alright?)
Tirrell hadn't noticed that Met had already gotten something to eat. He of course hadn't eaten much this morning, but was quite used to it. Plus there was usually a snack or two in his bag if needed.
Usually he was also able to fill in the silence with something to talk about, but his brain supplied nothing.
Met glanced up at him, blinking. "Did-did you want a sausage?" He pointed to thr second one. "I had breakfast at home, so…" He smiled warmly, though his lips quivered a little.
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"Oh, no I'm alright. I'm usually not hungry in the mornings," he said quickly. The way Met was holding the plush toy made Tirrell grin. He was sincere about liking it…
Gods, everything about the shy seeming teen was cute.
"Oh, okay," Met murmured softly and bit into the sausage. He smiled faintly at the boy across from him, then wiggled on his chair.
"So-so did you do the homework?"
(I really like
Want them to kiss
A lot)
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(same lolll. do you wanna just skip the idle talk to where the fluff goes down or change it a tad to where they have near constant time together and may or may not be older)
(Well I was thinking we could skip forward a year so they're not SO busy with school, so their kinda boyfriend? relationship can grow like a lot)
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(oooooo yeah that could work lmao)
(And do you write smut?
If so we can yeet into PM for this segment for the h e a t)
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(mmm not a bunch but yeah I can lol)
(K so let's start out here. Maybe Met invited over Tirrell when Andre was out (with his permission, of course xD)?)
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(lol okay XD)
(Um can chu start)
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(yeyeyeye just a sec)
(Thanaksjsksnsjksk)
(Do you want me to start?)
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(sorry sorry I was doin an eat)
Tirrell looked around the hallway looking for the correct number etched outside the doorway. Twenty four… He grinned as he saw the correct apartment. After fidgeting with his jacket, the boy knocked lightly on the wood before him.
(Oof that's okay.)
Met had just gotten off the phone with Andre after shyly asking for permission for his questionable boyfriend to come over. Before he called, he cleaned the house and neatened up his room and cleaned his sheets. He was barely able to plop his bear back on the bed from his desk when he heard a knock, tucking a silvery white scarf in light-gray shirt in which both he took a charming to. He nervously answered the door, smiling shyly.
"Hi, come on in."
(This is harassment)
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Tirrell shuffled inside, still feeling a bit nervous. Looking around, the apartment was a fair size and aesthetically pleasing. It was then that he had a good look at Met. He usually wore something similar to what he had on now, but each day never changed the fact of how handsome he was.
"You look nice."
(Thankies ily)
Met shut the door behind Tirrell and grinned faintly at his friend(?? He wasn't sure). "Thank you," Met said softly, blushing deeper. "So, um… I made some dinner. It's in the oven, though, so we have some spare time if you wanna do something," Met said, shuffling. He wanted to fan the awkward air away from between them, which had been persistent since that Valentine's day…
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(crap i'm in axtin mode i almost made tirrell say a dirty thing frick)
"You did…? You really didn't have to, I mean thank you for doing so, but wow." With every word, Tirrell's cheeks reddened when he realized how badly he was rambling. "Er, sorry. I rambled on too long again," he said with a small laugh.
(No dirty things yet)
"No, it's okay," Met said softly, smiling rather shyly. "And I like to bake. I'm making lasagna and garlic bread." He motioned for Tirrell to follow him as he shuffled over to the couch, sitting down with a little wiggle.
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(i know but late at night my mind just yeets out the filters lol)
"That sounds great honestly," the shorter of the two commented, following his host. After a few steps though, he remembered that some households prefered the shoes stay at the door.
"Um, do I leave my shoes on or do I need to leave them at the door…?"
