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@fagregud
graham: *chucks gummy bear at baldur while he isn't looking*
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā ā¦.ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā heās cold, fingertips idly dancing across the curve of his right thigh as light blues fixate upon them. theyāre busy, and heās cold, almost shivering where he sits. a rosy flush adorns both the tip of his nose and the apples of his cheeks all the same, and when he licks his lips heās almost surprised his tongue doesnāt turn into ice. breezy summer nights are only cute in rom coms.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āĀ i think iām about to freeze me bum off. ā
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messageĀ ā© baby š
graham: [ he's giggling softly, amused to an extent that could have easily been achieved, thanks to baldur, even if he were sober. it dies down, a few seconds passing before he hears the other's words. it makes him smile all the more. ] yeah, i guess. [ he chuckles. there's a beat and wavering of his smile as his mind focuses on the one place he wants to be that moment. ] hey, you think you got room in that bed for one more? what movie are you watching anyways?
baldur: [ he's twirling a curl around his finger, bottom lip pulled between his teeth whilst he nibbles in thought. figures there's no reason to joke around, because in all honesty, he misses his friend. the call only serves as a reminder of how he's very much alone. ] you already know i do. [ a little shuffling, and a heavy exhale. ] it's, uh, one of the home alone films. i think.
textĀ ā poohead.
graham: what are you gonna do arrest me?
baldur: i'm going to tell the nice security guy to not let you in, bully
kiss me!!!!!! hold my hand!!!!!!!! buy me flowers!!!!!!!! date me!!!!!!!!!!!!!! go on picnics with me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! lay in bed with me!!!!!!!!! cuddle me!!!!!!!!!! go on road trips with me!!!!!!!! cook with me!!!!!!!!! do cute couple things with me!!!!!!!!!!!!!
everbleakĀ !
heās dripping wet, but thereās yet to be a chill that overcomes him. the weather is one that benefits him, staying at an endurable temperature as he flashes a smile to baldur. he wonders what the other looks like completely soaked, imagines it may resemble that of a wet dog with long fur.Ā ā Ā yeah?Ā ā he repeats, sitting down beside the other.Ā ā well how much time do i have before it kills me?Ā ā dork was something heād never had used to describe him; idiot, dumbass, stupid, reckless, no good, worthless ā had all always seemed to suit him better.Ā
heās much too sweet, much too gentle to use harsher words. even the said one lingers sour upon the tip of his tongue and thereās a particularly silly guilt that tugs at his heart. envelops it entirely and baldur feels as if he needs to ask for forgiveness.Ā ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā i lied. youāre too cute to die. besides, who would listen to me ramble on and on about trolls, plants and everything between the heavens and the earth if you left me?ā he wants to embrace him, but grahamās wet and heās not and heād rather not be wet. so he keeps his distance. opts to send off a cute smile and swing his legs instead.
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graham: is that so? [ he squints slightly, even though the male is fully aware baldur can not see him nor his expression. ] nothing about a curly haired boy, brown eyes, wrecking havoc to people's eardrums? he's about four feet, five inches.
baldur: i do not have brown eyes! and i'm not four feet you dork! [ it takes him longer than a moment to completely comprehend that he's outed himself, but when he does, he finds that he doesn't care. is more astonished by the fact that his friend has the audacity to be /so/ rude at such a late hour. he shuffles briefly, and the sound of duvets grazing skin interrupts the line. ] you would be the rudest officer.