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agiftedbaker:
His head immediately lifts, his eyes wide.
…Oh, right.
“Oh my God, Ray!”
As startling as it had been, he can’t help but giggle.
“I was gonna get up!…Not that I mind this.”
“It’s still five hours until the sun comes up but that’s okay.”
He sets the bear, and the blanket, down. And then he crawls into the blanket because it’s chilly outside and he doesn’t have his coat. It was thankfully a really big blanket.
“We will wait here for five long hours.”
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“Guess who took tomorrow off.”
“but we must awaken we have to watch the sunrise.”
“Mmhm. Only if you carry me.”
It was an absentmindedly joke, as he tried to wake up enough to get up. It slipped his mind that Ray could actually carry him.
He does just that. He picks the bear up, blanket and all, and is now on his way out the door, into the chilly night air.
Not that someone like Bark would have been able to feel the chill.
agiftedbaker:
“You’re not dying.”
“But I haven’t had enough time to sleep.”
Puppy eyes.
agiftedbaker:
“I could. But we both know that can’t happen.”
Crawls under the blankets.
“Leave me to diiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeee.”
agiftedbaker:
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“my off days are over” turns into a ghost and…
“I have to go to death tomorrow.”
“It’s not death.”
“You try it for a day and tell me it’s not death.”
agiftedbaker:
“But I’m too sleepy to dance. Or get up at all.”
“Then give me something exciting to do.”
agiftedbaker:
“But it’s time to sleeeeep.”
Whines.
“I’m too excited to sleep. And there’s nothing for me to do.
So we must dance.”
agiftedbaker:
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“I get two days off.” Transitions into the…
Rolls around. “Two days of absolutely nothing.”
“Sleeping and eating aren’t nothing.”
“We must dance to celebrate this momentous occasion.”
agiftedbaker:
That smile earns a kiss on the lips. He loved that smile, and now he didn’t have to hold back. Sure, it’d been nearly a year, but he still wasn’t over it.
“You can lie down on my belly, if it helps.”
He climbs atop the round, jiggling mass.
And face plants. It would help.
“I hope I’m able to get some sleep. I’m sorry for waking you up so very late.”
agiftedbaker:
“Mmm…Just think about the times that it isn’t lame then. Like when you get paid, or when you order pizza. Maybe it’ll help you feel better?”
And now that the squirrel has turned back around, Bark takes the opportunity to leave a kiss on his nose.
“Having money I earned all on my own is pretty great.” It got him to smile. Not having to rely on his parents’ wealth was one of the greatest things he could have ever asked for.
“I guess I should try to get some sleep. The sun will be coming up soon. A tiny bit of sleep is better than no sleep.”
agiftedbaker:
“We’ve been doing that for two days though. And I honestly hope we’ll keep doing it for as long as we can tomorrow too.”
He moves, just a little, so he can rest his head right next to Ray’s.
“Two days just isn’t enough.”
He turns around again. He missed the days when they could spend all day lying in bed. Granted, they weren’t together back then, but he still missed it.
“Sometimes having a job is really lame.”
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“I can’t sleep. I’m too nervous about tomorrow.”
“I’m always nervous about Sundays. It’s the worst day of the week. I really don’t wanna go.”
“Oh. You always turn out alright though. This time won’t be any different.”
“I hope so.”
He buries his face into the pillow.
“It’ll be such a long day. I just wanna stay home and be under a ton of blankets.”
agiftedbaker:
“I bet we’d scare someone if they overheard us.”
He lets out a snort. Jumping off a cliff wasn’t the best thing to do, in most cases.
He follows after the squirrel, and knew exactly where they were headed.
The air was cold. He was wishing he’d worn something a little warmer for walking in this kind of weather. Wasn’t it supposed to be warming up already? So where were the warm nights?
“Only if they didn’t know who I was.”
Thank goodness it wasn’t a long walk. He was getting cold.
agiftedbaker:
“Well something extra good came out of it, at least!”
Now that the surprise had passed, he felt quite excitable and happy.
“Okay!… Are we going to be jumping off a cliff? Or is just flying off normally enough now that you can pick me up? Uh…I’m not very familiar with how flying works…”
“Let’s just jump off a cliff. That’s the easiest way to get some wind behind us.”
He opens the front door. He knew exactly where he planned on going. That old hill they used to visit as kids, back when they were young. He hadn’t been there in such a long time.
agiftedbaker:
“…A heavy case of syrup. You’re cute.”
There was something he’d never been compared to. He leans down, and gives the squirrel a kiss on the nose.
“…I’ve always wanted to get picked up that way. It’s romantic.”
If you wanted it to be, anyway. And that’s what he chose to see it as in this case.
“Didn’t think I’d ever get the chance though. Sure proved me wrong.”
He lets out a snicker. So many of those cheesy movies he loved where that little moment happened, and now it happened to him.
“I’d love to go flying with you. We haven’t done that in a long time, have we? I miss it.”
“That’s what they are. Mixing syrup, for creating slushies. They come in two, three, and five gallons. I used to hate the heavier cases, but now I can lift them just fine. Came with doing it a lot, I guess.”
He hated that job, but it was a job. He got paid for it, and he didn’t have to rely on his parents’ money. He was able to support himself, and that’s what mattered to him. Proving to the world that he wasn’t some freeloader. He could work hard, and make his own money. He didn’t have to rely on his status to do so.
“Then we should go flying. It’ll be something to do, rather than sitting here and watching the clock slowly inch forward.”
agiftedbaker:
“OH–!!!”
Well, he never expected that. He’s covered his mouth in surprise, his eyes wide and his face a little red.
This was definitely a first, since he’d been a child anyway.
He uncovers his mouth a little bit, peeking down to make sure that, yes, he was indeed being picked up.
“W-well then, I take it back. You being a-able to pick me up like this, coupled with, um, with w-wind currents means you could definitely hold me up…!”
He sets the bear back down.
“You’re not light, but you’re not so heavy that I can’t pick you up. You’re like a heavy case of syrup. I pick those up regularly every single day, and sometimes, I have to carry them far distances. It’s just part of the job.” He shrugs. During the beginning, he hadn’t been able to do it at all. But over time, and constantly working at it, he’d become really strong. Strong enough to lift a polar bear, anyway.
“We should go flying through the night.”
agiftedbaker:
“…We can go do that, if you want to.”
It could be nice. They’d done it many times in the past, after all.
“You sure you can still do it though? I’m much, much bigger than you now.”
He raises an eyebrow, and picks the bear up, bridal style.
“Doing heavy lifting all day five days a week has only strengthened me.”