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@athletiics | continued from here |  “Who the fuck cares?”

    ᴄʀᴀɪɢ;; – He was shocked to hear that coming from Robert. He had to wonder though, what did he say to suddenly spur this on? A worried look crossing his face, Craig silently moved in front of Robert. ‘ Robert, bro, what’s wrong? Why are you acting like this? ‘ 

“Joseph”, he said immediately, darkly, and dropped the cigarette he’d worked through far too quickly to the ground and ground it beneath his heel. It was an answer on several levels that Craig wouldn’t understand yet, but that he would soon enough if he didn’t back the hell off, and that was the thing - Joseph got under your skin and he fucking stayed there, and that was part of what had Robert riled up and tense and hostile. 

And sure. Yeah. He could recognise that Craig didn’t deserve to be snapped at because he’d allowed himself to be charmed, except actually, yeah, maybe he did, because Joseph was married and Craig was supposed to be better than the rest of them. Certainly better than Robert. 

Maybe not so much, huh. 

Fuck this. Fuck them. 

Fuck Joseph. 

He looked back up from the ground and the ashes, jaw clenched. 

“Your thing with him. Trust me. Get out of it.”

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@athletiics | Contin.

He jangled the keys he held up in his hand, “I just realized I forgot to lock the studio’s front door before we left”. He let out a rather long, drawn out sigh. Damn, he was gonna have to walk all the way back. “Maybe you should go on ahead and I can meet you at the park?”. Quirking his brow slightly at the other male in question. 

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He watched Craig patiently eye trained on him as he started to break and when he finally did--all the while wearing that same blank face. Eventually, when the other started speaking, he smiled and nodded. “Yeah, well, to be fair, my night starts around sunrise and involves a few hours of drinking and wandering around the woods before hand. It’s honestly harder to stay awake at that point.” 

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@athletiics // it’s my steady diet of blackened souls and mcnuggets

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    ᴄʀᴀɪɢ;; – He gave the woman a curious look. He hadn’t seen her before, not as far as he could recall, but she did seem familiar. ‘ Umm– Thank you? I don’t think you want that. I hit pretty hard. Wait, you’re Robert’s girl, aren’t you? ‘ Oh lord– Why was she asking him to fight? Hopefully she was joking. He didn’t want to hit her, and Robert would tear his head off if there was so much as a scratch.

She breaks the deadpan stare into a shit-eating grin. “Nah, I don’t want to fight you,” she grinned. “Just giving you shit. Yeah, I’m Robert’s daughter. Val. Pleasure to meet you,” she smiled, extending her hand. Well, if this rehabilitation of a shitty childhood nonsense was going to start, she could at least (probably) make friends.

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@athletiics | continued from here | ‘ hey, you cry every time somebody talks about the titanic. ’

    ᴄʀᴀɪɢ;; – Whoops, looked like he was caught red handed. He couldn’t help it that he got so emotional over something like that. He was just way too into it, too much for his own good, actually. Hell, there were days he’d silently cry when “My Heart Will Go On” started playing… Anywhere!

    ‘ Look, Robert, dude, bro. ‘ He took in a deep breath, his hands placed together in front of his mouth. As he pointed them in Robert’s direction, he spoke again. ‘ Rose and Jack had a more tragic romance than that of Romeo and Juliet. And the fact it was actually a thing doesn’t help either. Have you seen the museum thing that comes to the science center? I cry at that too! ‘

Robert gave an amused snort and shook his head. 

“Listen, Rose and Jack are expys of Romeo and Juliet. Look at the damn initials. Forbidden love, everybody dies? Sound familiar? You wouldn’t have had them without the classic. Back off it.” 

Didn’t have to be a bad thing. Robert could recognise Titanic as a groundbreaking cinematic masterpiece while still noting its similarities to works before it. Hard not to rip off Shakespeare, anyway. Guy’s stories were staples for a reason. Even Disney got in on that game. 

But well, yeah, the difference was in the rest of the story of the Titanic being all too real. Definitely a tear jerker, all combined. 

Robert could hardly blame him. He’d cried himself. He was mostly giving Craig a hard time for fun.

“What museum thing?”

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@athletiics | texting starter

[text, 2:45 pm] hey [text, 2:45 pm] hey craig [text, 2:45 pm] your baby [text, 2:45 pm] is she still short on stuffed capybara body parts [text, 2:46 pm] I think yes [text, 2:46 pm] cause I found some

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' Robert, bro, Robdob, ' he gave a warm smile and patted the other on the back. ' Was wondering if you wanted to but up a bar or something tonight? I'm buying. ' //look he did it XD he said the thing

Not commenting on the nickname implied tacit acceptance of it and Robert knew it, but he still didn’t protest. Not that, not the touch, and not the invitation. 

He lowered his sunglasses to give Craig an overly searching look because this was overabundance in some small way, even for Craig of the Affection. But, hell. As if he’d pass it up. And if Craig was in a particularly good mood, who was Robert to bring him down?

(Weird to think that Craig would include Robert of all people in whatever had him all worked up. Robert’s entertaining as hell and he knew it, but he knew equally well he didn’t exactly tend to … match anyone’s penchant for sunshine. 

Craig the human labrador was nothing but sunshine. Hence the sunglasses.)

“You got an occasion?” he asked in honest curiosity, which was Robert speak for ‘yes’. “You look like a man who has an occasion.”