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───── °✧｡× : such a setting as the humble little bar he finds himself in now is familiar to the boy , all too familiar , but he revels in it instead of shying away from the questionable memories it brings forward . he slides his phone across the table , as far away from him as he can possibly get it without tossing it onto the floor , with a sigh as he hangs up the call with his sister who insisted she’d wanted to check in on him ( though he’s fairly certain she’d been tasked with it ) . he is midway through dropping his head down on the glossy table in front of him when he hears the voice. his head lifts , doe eyes hiding behind large round - rimmed glasses as he looks to the source . ❝ me ? ❞ eyebrows lift slightly and he points a finger at himself , triple - checking that he was the target of the question . ❝ sure . i mean , you don’t have to . i came here mostly to get away from all of … ❞ he gestures toward the exit . ❝ that , um , what’s it called ? festival stuff ? ❞ a pause , he thinks . ❝ fair stuff . ❞ still, he’s rising from his table and taking the few steps across the floor to the others’ . ｡⋆
TOBIAS GIGGLES A BIT, as the younger boy twists and turns in his chair, his pretty puppy-dog eyes making tobi's heart melt. just a little bit. ❝cutie.❞ he mumbles under his breath, and then waves over one of the waiters. ❝c'mon, it's no fun to drink alone,❞ he pats the seat next to his, waiting for the other to sit down. ❝hm. oh, yeah. i should probably be at the festival stuff,❞ he jokes. ❝but i don't like big crowds. too many people.❞ the waiter finally approaches the table , so tobias orders a second beer then gestures toward his companion. ❝ what would you like ? ❞
