"…Is liquor something I should be familiar with?" He asked softly, still seeming nervous and confused.
"...Why did you do this..?" (MxM) {OxO} {Closed~}
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Wyatt coughed. "Not really."
Ario fidgeted nervously, his hooves tapping on the floor of the compartment. "Uhm… okay, then… why is it so strange to you that I'm not?"
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"Uh…" Wyatt didn't know how to respond, so he remained silent.
Ario sighed softly and jumped a bit when the ferris wheel jerked to a stop, seeming to grow more uneasy.
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Wyatt picked the smaller male up, and walked out, nodding at the person who waved awkwardly and walked back to the car, before setting him down.
Ario just allowed Wyatt to carry him even though he was clearly confused by that as well. "So… uhm… what now?" He asked.
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"I wanna sleep-" He muttered.
"Um… alright… we can go back to my place, then." Ario glanced around to try and figure out where they were.
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Wyatt nodded, before driving off- he somehow memorized where they were and snapped, the whole freaking car teleporting with em-
Ario yelped a bit and clung to the seat, clearly startled when he was suddenly teleported. "A-Are we here?" He asked tentatively.
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"Duh!" Wyatt giggled, opening his door, then walked to Ario's side and opened his door-
Ario tentatively stepped out of the car, clearly unnerved by it. He followed Wyatt back into his house.
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Wyatt glanced at him. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah… just not used to your metal death machines." Ario sighed softly. "Or the teleporting thing."
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Wyatt snickered, taking his hand and leading him inside. "Well, okay- I'll warn you next time." He have a soft smile.
"Mm…" Ario headed into the kitchen once he was inside and started making some food for himself and Wyatt.
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Wyatt plopped on the couch, sighing.
Soon, Ario brought the food over to the table and sat down to eat.
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Wyatt got up, and mirrored his movements.
"So… um…" Ario began after he'd finished eating. "What now?"
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Wyatt shrugged, before finishing his food, and ssetting his plate in the sink, groaning and plopping back onto the couch.
"Um… is there anything I should do?" He asked. "I don't really know what I'm doing…"
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Wyatt shrugged again. "I don't mind of what you do."
"Uhm… okay…" Ario hesitated before heading down into the basement to do some more experiments. He pulled up his sleeve, numbed his arm, and poured various chemicals onto himself.
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Wyatt followed him, before pausing-
"You know, you could just do that to me. It looks like it hurts a bit." He mutters, leaning against the doorway. He didn't really like seeing him hurt for some reason.
"Hmm? Oh, no, I numbed my arm. It doesn't hurt." Ario shrugged a bit. "I got these new chemicals, so I gotta see what they do." He said simply.
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Wyatt sighed, before nodding and walked back up the stairs, sitting on a bed, then layed down, closing his eyes with a sigh,
Ario eventually returned upstairs, his forearms heavily bandaged up. He'd fixed them as well as he could after the chemicals, but he knew it would still hurt a bit later.
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Wyatt fell asleep. He didn't know what else to do- at all.