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His pun really hadn't been all that hilarious, but perhaps it was the situation from intense to humorous. Tirrell kept in the back of his mind to tell more jokes and puns. It would be worth it to make Met laugh again.
Met shook himself out and stopped the giggling, rubbing the back of his neck. "Sorry about that," He said softly, looking down. "I don't know what got in to me."
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"No, no, don't apologise. Your laugh is cute," Tirrell countered, with a loving half grin. Before letting Met respond, he pulled the other boy into an embrace. "And you aren't allowed to tell me otherwise," he added, tone deeper and close to the older male's ear.
Met's eyes rounded and he wrapped his arms slowly around the other, leaning his head against the younger boy's shoulder. He shivered at the whisper, biting his lip. He shifted and nodded a little, tingles still running down his spine.
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It was then when Tirrell allowed himself to fall backwards slowly, back touching the fabric of the couch. Met was still clinging to him, so the older was now on top in their current position.
Met's long hair moved with the motion and his face reddened. He caught himself on the couch with his outstretched hands, awkwardly leaving them off the back of the couch. He wasn't sure what Tirrell wanted, but at the same time he was. He was unsure he could do it.
"W-why?" He finally asked softly, not able to pinpoint how to accurately represent his emotions.
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It took a few seconds for the thought to occur to him, but once it did, Tirrell's face went beet red. "T-that's not- uhhH I mean if that's what you want to do???"
He had meant to lay back only to have Met even closer. He imagined blankets and snuggles, not… that.
Instead of blankets and snuggles, there were red faces and shy expressions (especially in Met's case). He shifted slightly, slowly relaxing into the other.
"I-I'm sorry, that came out wrong. What did… you want me to do?" Their voices came out at the same time and Met's face reddened even more. "I-I…"
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"D-don't apologise, I'm the one who should apologise. I um…"
A pause.
"I'm so stupid, I didn't- I didn't mean for- well…" at that point, Tirrell just covered his face, wishing he was invisible.
Met wanted to cover his face too. He felt too hot in the face not to do so. "B-but you didn't do anything wrong, I just took it the wrong way, I'm sorry!" Met blurted out, wanting to hide in his scarf and never come back.
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"Didn't I though? I didn't think about my actions and now it's too late and things are awkward again," the younger boy complained. So much for his small speech a while ago about being less nervous.
"It… it doesn't have to be awkward," The older male said softly, lookng down. "We can go into my– er– bedroom, when the food is done and… do stuff," He said slowly to their legs, his face visibly red.
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Tirrell swallowed, unsure of what he wanted at this point. All his mind was able to make him say was, "U-um sure…" The smaller male's cheeks were probably just as red, feeling entirely embarrassed. What made things worse was that neither of them had moved all too much.
Met chewed on his lip. "Should we stay like this until the food's ready? It'll be about twenty minutes…" He trailed off, glancing up at Tirrell and smiling a little at his red cheeks, despite his own. It gave him reassurance he wasn't the only one embarrassed and in love.
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"Um, I guess we could…" Tirrell replied shyly, moving his hands away from his face a bit more. Noticing Met's timid grin, he made an attempt to do the same, despite how warm his face felt. Not to mention his mind at that current moment.
Met seemed to finally realize how close they were together (they were nose-to-nose, after all!) and his face reddened as much was possible. He wanted to move back as to not make Tirrell uncomfortable, but he didn't to make the other unhappy.
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Tirrell's cheeks were nearly just as red, not knowing exactly what to do with himself. He felt that things had totally turned into a mess, and had no idea how to fix it. On the bright side it was Met who was with him…
(Ok what now?)
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(I think the timer for the food could go off, we either do 1-2 responses each and then to PM?)
(Yeah that sounds good.)
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(sneeze)
(Oof)
A few minutes passed, or maybe an eternity, when the signal of the oven went off. Met rose slowly from the spot, untangling himself and awkwardly shaking himself out. "So, it has to sit out and cool for a bit, so I'll go get it now," He explained with a tiny smile, trotting away into the kitchen, grabbing out the oven mitts.
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(sneezes)
Tirrell simply nodded, cheeks still a tad warm. At the smell of the food, his stomach let out a small rumble. Sitting up, he waited for Met to return, playing with the hem of his shirt.
(oof)
Met peeked out of the kitchen with a tiny smile. "So… wanna eat now? I just took it out," He said shyly, scuffing his feet. "Or we can go into my room and er… do stuff." He blushed faintly.
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(no joke i've been sneezing a bunch)
"U-um…" was the only reply that escaped from his mouth. He was hungry, but it also needed to cool down. And if they were going to do… that then he didn't want his hunger to get in the way.
"I guess we should eat first…?"
(Well bless you i guess.)
Met nodded and scooted back into the kitchen. He cut the lasagna with a soft sigh, transfering them to plates. He cut the garlic bread carefully as to not burn himself and set them on the table with a small pang of nervousness. He hoped the other had some kind of liking for Italian cuisine.
"Okay… um– it's set up in here if you wanna eat."
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(honestly Tirrell's not gonna be picky. plus italian is goooooddddddd)
Standing, he straightened out his shirt a bit more before meeting Met in the dining room. It looked to be quite a cute dinner for two. Said notion nearly made his cheeks flush again. This was quite romantic actually. "Grazie," Tirrell said with a chuckle before seating himself.
(Mmmmmmmmmmmm pastaaaaaaaaaaasssaaaaaaa)
Met smiled shyly when the other entered, thanked him, and set down two cups. They couldn't have alcohol so he poured them some milk that Andre got before he left. He sat down at his spot with a little wiggle to situate his long legs before ducking his head to start eating.
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(skip time to pm now?)
(Sure!)
