Demons of Hell (Closed, but stalkers are welcome~)

"I can pay." He says happily.

Met grinned a little wider and nodded. “Thank you. It sounds great.”

"Heh. Let's go." He says happily.

“Now?” Met glanced at Jason with an eyebrow raised. “I thought you had to finish your shift first?”

"That's what I mean. Let's go into the post office and then leave for ice cream." He chuckles. "Sorry for the mishap."

Met nodded. “That’s okay.” He started walking back, shuffling slightly so that his stride didn’t override Jason’s, considering the fact Met was over 6’0.

Jason smiles at Met, chuckling quietly. He's so sweet and quiet. He's probably straight though…

Met glanced at Jason. “I’m not-Imean not uh… full. Yeah, I didn’t eat this morning.” He grinned being able to identify Jason’s features, then turning red.

Jason was fairly tall, only about an inch shorter than Met, with dark brown hair that swept into his eyes, dazzling emerald green eyes, a small splash of freckles along his cheeks, his skin was sunkissed. He was strong, but not amazingly so, and well built. A runners body could be the proper term.

(So Jason is 6’4. I know I didn’t specify Met’s height, but Met is 6’5 and 189 lbs, which a side note, is ridiculously malnourished for someone his age)

Met’s breath caught in his throat as he met Jason’s sparkling gaze. Met’s mouth hung open after his sentence, and he made a faint, “aaa” sound.

(Yep. And that poor baby needs to eat!)

Jason's eyes are filled with concern. "Then we'll go and get breakfast with the ice cream, yeah? To be honest, I haven't eaten either." He chuckles and holds the door open for Met.

Met turned a faint red when he read the expression of concern and hurried through the door. Met almost ran into the door when he went to walk in, yet caught himself just barely.

Jason enters after him and smiles, "This way." He says cheerfully. He hums in thought before walking towards the back.

Met paused so he was behind Jason and hurried after him to the back. What is he planning to do? The question brought up thoughts that went to wrong places, and that made him turn a bright scarlet.

Jason places his hands in his pockets, humming as he looks around. "Alright, you mind just talking with me as I sort these?" He asks curiously.

“What? No I- Oh, yeah sure!” Met reminded himself that others couldn’t read his mind as he could.
“So… how old are you?” Met blurted out the first question that came to mind.

Jason starts then smiles. "I'm 18, I'll be 19 in two months. You?" He asks curiously. He's really cute like that… Jason offers a sweet smile.

OhMyGodpleasestopcomplientingmeican’ttakeit.
“I’m going to be turning 22 in March of next year.” Met grinned a little in response, though he was melting at the sweet look on the other’s face… the way his eyes drooped when he smiled…

Jason smiles, "Nice!" He chuckles and starts working. "Do you like to read?" He asks, looking up.

Met smiled back hurriedly. “Ye-yes yes I do.” The reading reminded him of the bookstore then the lady.
Met unconciously relayed the story of his encounter, accidently giving away the largest hint yet of how not-straight he was.

He nods and smiles. Maybe I was wrong about him being straight… maybe I have a chance… Unless of course, he already has someone in his life.

“I don’t. I’m single.”

why me

That was too obvious for Met to hide easily.

"Eh?" Jason looks up, tilting his head. "W-what did you say?"

“N-nothing. I didn’t say anything.” Met grinned like a lying idiot. “Don’t worry.”

"Oh. Okay…" What did he say? Did he or did he not? Damnit. He chuckles and returns to his work.

“I just said I wasn’t single,” Met replied upon impulse, being used to Neo communicating to him in thoughts.

fREICK ME WITH A STICK MY GOD

He blinks. "Uh… wait… are you flirting? Did you read my mind or something?" He asks, chuckling softly.

“Ye-no-yes. I was flirting.” He smiled brightly. “Flirting is what… people do.”

He blinks a few times. "O-oh… I uh-" He turns pink, looking down. Shitshitshitshit… what do I do?!

freaking kiss me

No, that is not what he should do! Met’s face exploded with red again.