meat, and bone, and blood // oxo // closed // romance rp

Bustop didn't expect him to grab him immediately, but he didn't complain. He smiled down at Charlie, but he didn't say anything. Not a word. He simply sat there in silent comfort for the next half hour until the storm blew over.

Charlie stayed curled up next to him, comforted by his body heat. It’d been a long time since he’d felt the warmth of another person.

"I… I think it's over" Bustop began hesitantly, unsure if he wanted this to end "We can head out now" As much as he liked this… and he liked it a lot, they had to get going if Bustop really wanted to see the world.

Charlie slowly uncurled himself, standing up again and grabbing his things. He was a little embarrassed that he had gotten that scared in front of Bustop, but tried to ignore those thoughts.

Bustop stared at Charlie as he got up. He had just met this guy, and yet he felt a really strong bond with him already. He wanted to get to know him. " Well" he began, putting his hands on his small waist "I think we should head the direction the storm came from, that way we'll be far away from any new storm front forming near it."

(Boop)

(ah, sorry, today was a busy day-)

Charlie nodded. "Good idea."
He began to climb out of the cellar. It was pretty easy for him, as his height gave him an advantage.

(You're good)

Bustop jumped out using all his might "Whoo, good thing I can jump or you'd be ahead of me in almost everything"

Charlie laughed a little, not expecting him to jump that high.

Bustop breathed in the damp air "Wow, I love the smell of wet earth." He looked back at Charlie " Let's get going!"

Charlie began to walk, trying to avoid the deeper puddles. He wasn’t a huge fan of water, and didn’t want to get his feet wet. He did like the smell of the wet ground, though. He smiled a little.
…..maybe he’ll stay….maybe he won’t….leave…….like Dad did…….
Charlie’s smile faded. His hands started shaking a little. It had been years, but the grief was still fresh in his mind. He walked faster.

Bustop was entirely oblivious to how Charlie felt. He was pretty emotionally idiotic "You cold?" he asked, raising and eyebrow "You can have your jacket back, if you want" He offered the jacket, which was dry. He had taken it off before getting wet. He smiled softly at Charlie "I don't really need it. I can take extreme weather."

He nodded. Warmth usually helped him, and he was scared to ask Bustop for a hug. He put the jacket on under his bigger coat.

Bustop looked at him again and turned his head in confusion "You okay? You look like you're still cold…" he asked obliviously. "Do you need something else?" He hopped on his toes "Oh! I know what would help! A hug!" He approached Charlie "Would you like one?"

Charlie was a little surprised, but he nodded. “….yes please…..”

Bustop came in for a bear hug and lifted Charlie up an inch above the ground, with surprisingly minimal effort. He was very light for his height. He hugged for a while, putting Charlie down before letting go. "How was that?" he asked, his tone hopeful.

Charlie smiled a little. “…..thank you…..I needed that…..” He continued walking, feeling a little better. He was glad he had Bustop by his side.

Butsop smiled "No problem dude, we're friends now." He stopped "I mean, unless you don't want to be, in which case this would be a strictly professional relationship" he said flustered, gesturing wildly

He shook his head. “…..n-no…..I wanna be friends…….or…….more……” Charlie blushed a little.

" Friends it is!" Bustop said smiling. This time, he only pretended to be oblivious. He heard Charlie's comment, but he elected to make the least of it, shaking off a blush. "Best friends. And we're gonna travel the WORLD together" he added, spinning in place.

He nodded enthusiastically. “Y-yeah! Best friends!”

"Let's get to goin then bestie!" He hopped off ahead of Charlie

Charlie tried to ignore the pang of hurt in his chest when he called him that.
We’re just friends. It’s fine, Charlie, he’s a friend….
He kept walking.

After a few hours, the pair came across a small ruined town. A sign said something like M__g_n_ow_, but it was very hard to read, as it was very scratched and faded. A big stadium sat on a nearby hill, and the town below was mostly gone, but a few buildings remained.

Bustop's eyes went wide "Woah" he whispered in awe, taking it all in. His eyes darted from place to place, trying to consume all the sights through his eyes, searing them into his memory "I've NEVER been HERE" he yelled this time, as he grabbed onto Charlie's hand, entwining their fingers "Let's go check it out!" he demanded excitedly, forcefully pulling Charlie into the demolished town.

Charlie stumbled after him, barely keeping his balance. He giggled at Bustop’s enthusiasm.

Bustop smiled back at Charlie as they ran. He looked up at the stadium "What IS that?" he asked enthusiastically, "I feel like I've seen one before"

“It’s a stadium! Humans used to play games in those. A lot of humans would go to the stadium and watch people play. Apparently, the games were a pretty big deal. I keep finding things about it. It was called ‘football’.”
He followed him into the town, dodging ruins so he wouldn’t trip.

"Oh! Oh! That's where I saw it! I saw it on a magazine one time!" he thought to himself, trying to remember what he saw "It was full of really hot guys holding a weird egg shaped thing"