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"Even if you play by the rules, nothing gets solved!"
“That is true most of the time amigo. Or things simply blow up in your face that’s never good.”
definedefiance:
“Who said anything about me wanting you to walk faster?” Alfred tried to feign innocence, but the shit eating grin on his face was more than obvious. This time Alfred didn’t reply, only leading him towards the back of the store.
“But you just said we were walking slow…”He commented as he followed behind the other. He kept his eyes on the other as he made the trek to where ever Alfred was taking him. “Everything is so cool in here.”
"Mhm, yup, yeah," Alfred was busy scanning the aisles for the glue they needed, "Tell me if you see the glue. Or the pipe cleaners for that matter."
"Want some of my cotton candy?"
Abel raised an eyebrow at the other, lips pursed as he thought about it. Usually, Abel would want to reply ‘no, I’m sweet enough’ in the most bitter tone, just to be awkward; luckily, Abel actually wanted to have some.
“Sure, danke je.”
Even if Abel had felt like being difficult, Alfred probably would've found it hilarious, and seeing as this boy's laugh was bordering on obnoxious, it was probably better for everyone involved that Abel hadn't.
Alfred grinned and held out the fluffy blue candy towards the other, "Have at it, my guy."
"Hey, I made you something."
Roderich paused what he was doing, glancing up at the other man with a small frown. “…Really? Well, I can’t deny that I’m a bit surprised.”
definedefiance:
Alfred held out his hands which were cupped around something. As he pulled off the top hand, a little wooden piano model was revealed to be perched on his palm, “It’s a tiny piano.”
Like it wasn’t already obvious.
When the object was revealed, Roderich was a bit surprised, and he looked at it with an awed expression. After a moment, he looked up to Alfred once more. “…Did you make this yourself?”
Alfred grinned easily, trying to play off how long cutting out the pieces had taken, "Yeah, I did," He paused, looking uncertain for once in his life, "Do you like it?"
"You did this for me? Thank you!"
“Mmhm!” Mei grinned proudly. “You just seemed so worn out recently, I thought you could use a good, home cooked meal!” She paused. “…Well, as home cooked as I can get. I’m not the best chef, but I hope this is all right!”
definedefiance:
Alfred was pleasantly surprised. He hadn’t gotten good homemade food in ages, and on top of that it being a nice, cute girl making him food? Sign him the fuck up.
He beamed at her, looking overjoyed by the sight of food, “I’m sure you’re a wonderful cook, Mei! This was so sweet of you. Like oh my god, dude– you don’t even know how much I love food.”
Mei giggled behind her hand at the sight of Aflred’s excitement. “If you like food even half as much as I do, then you must love food a lot!” She handed him the container that was still warm, a clear sign she’d just made the meal recently. “Well, dig in before it gets cold!”
He took it eagerly, popping off the top of the container and inhaling the delicious aromas that escaped. With a contented sigh, he smiled at her once again, but before he ate, he did want to know what it was, "It smells amazing. What is it?"
"Even if you play by the rules, nothing gets solved!"
“That is true most of the time amigo. Or things simply blow up in your face that’s never good.”
definedefiance:
“Nahhhh, we were just walking slow as fuck,” Alfred walked up to the door of the store, pulling the door open for Antonio before gesturing inside dramatically, “After you, my good sir.”
“If you wanted me to walk faster then you should’ve said something,I was just following your pace.” Why did Antonio have a sinking feeling that he might be running back now that he said something. “Gracias.”He smiled as he walked into the store. “Okay, now where to amigo.”
"Who said anything about me wanting you to walk faster?" Alfred tried to feign innocence, but the shit eating grin on his face was more than obvious. This time Alfred didn't reply, only leading him towards the back of the store.
"Hey, I made you something."
Roderich paused what he was doing, glancing up at the other man with a small frown. “…Really? Well, I can’t deny that I’m a bit surprised.”
Alfred held out his hands which were cupped around something. As he pulled off the top hand, a little wooden piano model was revealed to be perched on his palm, “It’s a tiny piano.”
Like it wasn’t already obvious.
"You did this for me? Thank you!"
“Mmhm!” Mei grinned proudly. “You just seemed so worn out recently, I thought you could use a good, home cooked meal!” She paused. “…Well, as home cooked as I can get. I’m not the best chef, but I hope this is all right!”
Alfred was pleasantly surprised. He hadn’t gotten good homemade food in ages, and on top of that it being a nice, cute girl making him food? Sign him the fuck up.
He beamed at her, looking overjoyed by the sight of food, “I’m sure you’re a wonderful cook, Mei! This was so sweet of you. Like oh my god, dude– you don’t even know how much I love food.”
"Even if you play by the rules, nothing gets solved!"
“That is true most of the time amigo. Or things simply blow up in your face that’s never good.”
definedefiance:
“Course, my man. There’s no denying the truth,” Alfred snickered, nearing the area where the stores were, “But we’re almost here! Come on, fam.”
“I’ll take your word for it amigo.” He gave him a smile. “That’s good, for a second there I thought we were a bit lost.”
"Nahhhh, we were just walking slow as fuck," Alfred walked up to the door of the store, pulling the door open for Antonio before gesturing inside dramatically, "After you, my good sir."
Platonic fluff meme!
SENTENCE STARTERS
“I know you’ve been feeling down lately, so I thought I’d keep you company for a while.” “Do you wanna talk about it or should we just snuggle?” “Listen… I’m here for you.” “Hey, guess who loves you? It’s me!” “I love you more than I love [favourite thing].” “I could hug you all day.” “Nobody fucks with my friends. Except me. But that’s different.” “Hey, I bought you something.” “Hey, I made you something.” “You did this for me? Thankyou!” “You’re my friend, I’m not going to leave you.” “I’m not just here for good days. I’m here for the bad ones, too.” “They don’t like you because they don’t know you like I do.” “Don’t worry about it, I’ll take care of it.” “You’re my favourite person.” “Have I ever told you how great you are?” “Do you want to do something together? To take your mind off of it?” “Look, even my parents love you. You’re amazing.” “I’m freezing, hold me.”
"Even if you play by the rules, nothing gets solved!"
“That is true most of the time amigo. Or things simply blow up in your face that’s never good.”
definedefiance:
“Mhm!” Alfred nodded, hands stuffed in his pockets as he continues to saunter on down the street, “Weeellllllll. You are pretty, but not as pretty as me. Obviously,” His smile only widened.
Antonio placed a hand on his chest feeling slightly offend. “Excuse you, that was tiny bit rude. But I’ll let it pass.”
"Course, my man. There's no denying the truth," Alfred snickered, nearing the area where the stores were, "But we're almost here! Come on, fam."
Oh, I got one! Did you hear about the kidnapping at school? Don’t worry! He woke up.
"I hear my position as Dankest MemeLord on Campus is being threatened... pal."
“Well… buddy,” Alfred mimicked the other man’s vaguely threatening tone though the effect was ruined by the wide grin across his face, “I don’t think it’s being challenged. I’ve already taken it.”
An offended gasp. “How dare you. I’ve worked hard for that title!!” Sure, it was unofficial, but that didn’t mean he just gave it to himself without any reason. His interlocutor’s smile was infectious though, and he found it hard to keep a straight face.
Alfred’s grin widened as he tapped his head with two fingers. He continued on, his tone light, “You had to work for it, but it’s effortless for me. There’s a reason why the title switched hands.”
The disrespect. "There’s only one way to settle this.“ Kristen couldn’t contain his laughter any longer and he burst out in a fit of giggles, trying to continue his threat. “A battle of the memes.” For emphasis, and because he needed to seem at least a little bit more powerful, he punched the arm of his opponent. He might have left a bruise had his laughter not weakened him.
Alfred snorted, batting away Kristen’s fist as if it was a minor annoyance. He noted the other was strong, but all the better. He’d have to challenge him to an arm wrestling contests after they got in a good deal of memeing. Meme first, think later, right? Or had it been something else? With a flashy wink, he held out his hand for a handshake, “You’re on, bro. What’s your name?”
Kristen’s laughter subdued into a confident and amused smirk as he firmly gripped the hand that was offered to him with an equally flashy wink. “Kristen. You?”
Alfred’s grin only grew as the kinship between them became even more apparent. This was a man who understood what it meant to live. He liked it. After a firm handshake he released, nodding once, “Alfred. Great to meet you, Kristen. I look forward to memeing against you.”
"I think you mean,” he paused for emphasis, “Great to meme you.” He chuckled and slapped Alfred’s back. “May the dankest MemeLord win.” Oh, he was definitely going to win this.
Open
Abel frowned, instantly, voice toneless as he questioned, “real football? Because the way I see it, your football is simply rugby for scared boys wearing protection.” A short, curt laugh, “but, yes, I mean soccer. I used to get sent off when I was a teen; apparently you can’t punch a guy in response for illegally tackling you.”
Oh, the good times when Abel started brawls on the pitch - good job it wasn’t professional football and simply on a school field. Still, if the ref wasn’t going to send the other off, Abel would send him off for him… with a broken nose - what was the difference?
A sigh, then Abel nodded, eyes closing, “nothing better but warmth, stops any freak accidents happening.”
"Wow, rude," Alfred huffed, looking a little miffed by the insult to his favorite sport, but at the mention of punching some jerk, He immediately brightened, "Oh snap, my bro. That's savage as fuck. Kudos to you. He deserved it."
He clapped his hands together once, nearing the building where his dorm was located, "Fire and ice, yup. Gotta find that balance, or you might become the freaking avatar without any of the control, and let me tell you this, my guy; I would not want to have that kinda power without any way to harness it."
He shot him an easy grin, "I will admit, having control over all four elements would be lit."
"Don't let them deceive you."
Lovino blinked, confused by the stupidly cryptic message that this guy felt compelled to give him.
“What.”
Edging closer, Alfred slung his arm across Lovino’s shoulders, gesturing to the sky, “They’re out to get us.”
For fuck’s sake.
Frowning irritably, Lovino slid out from under Alfred’s arm, before sarcastically copying the exact gesture that Alfred had just done.
“Don’t fuckin’ touch me.” Same stance, same intonation. All done whilst fixing Alfred with a look of complete exasperation and being just plain done.
He shot Lovino a shiny smile, dropping any pretense of seriousness he’d had before, “You sure you want to do that? Us aerospace engineers might be your only hope against…” His smiled only widenened as he continued, “The aliens.”
Lovino shot him a blank look. “If you’re humanity’s last hope then I’m laying out a welcome mat.”
Alfred pouted, giving Lovino an exaggerated hurt look, “Wow. No need to be so salty, dude. Like…” He huffed, crossing his arms over his chest, “We’ve got to try if they try to invade us– even if I’m not there. Though I will say I’ll feel sorry for y'all if it does come to that because I kind of am your best chance,” He shrugged casually, making it unclear as to whether or not he was kidding, “Not to brag or anything.”
“What, are you gonna talk their ear off until they get bored and go home?” Lovino was- he wasn’t even irritated, actually, he had no idea what to make of this.
"That's one option," It was unclear as to whether he'd picked up on the salt this time around, "But imagine the possibilities! Imagine what kind of awesome guns and ships they'd have. Maybe they'd even take us on their cool ships," Alfred shrugged, smile still wide, "'Course we'd have to be careful. I'd like to be first when it came to aliens, but I don't want to be the first alien abduction. Yeesh."
"Even if you play by the rules, nothing gets solved!"
“That is true most of the time amigo. Or things simply blow up in your face that’s never good.”
definedefiance:
“Nah, my dude, bro, fam, homie, home slice,” Alfred grinned, tossing Antonio an easy wink, “I’ve got this one. After all, you kind of look like you want to cry, and I don’t want you to cry for multiple reasons! First of all, ruins a pretty face and secondly,” He grinned, leaning in, “It’s hella awkward.”
“Home slice?” Antonio raised a brow. “I’m not going to cry, I’m not a cry baby.”He was mostly likely a huge crybaby when it came to certain things. “Wait, you think I’m pretty?” He began to bat his lashes at him.
"Mhm!" Alfred nodded, hands stuffed in his pockets as he continues to saunter on down the street, "Weeellllllll. You are pretty, but not as pretty as me. Obviously," His smile only widened.
Just You Wait || Open
“Dude, race me over that hill!” Alfred points towards a rise some ways ahead. He doesn’t wait for the poor unsuspecting individual to respond, simply crouching down to ready himself to sprint towards the goal, “The finish will be the crooked tree, alright?” He casts a brief glance towards the other, and then he turns back, his muscles tense, “Awesome. On your marks… Get set… GO!”
And there he goes.
Julchen put her hands on her hips and exhaled in satisfaction. Ah, nothing like a natural retreat to break the monotony of studying and (almost) urban life. She was just beginning to appreciate the sights and sounds when someone challenged her to a race.
Or, well, she assumed it was her–nobody else was nearby. Wasting no time, she flashed the other a determined smirk. “You’re on, slick.” She took off on his cue, and tried her best to touch the tree first.
Alfred's arms pumped at his sides as he raced over the hill, the wind rushing against his face as he did. It was a wonderful feeling to be dashing across the open ground, someone else close by at his heels. He was honestly a little surprised how she was managing to keep up, but hey, he had this.
It wasn't long before they were nearing the tree, both nearly side by side.