#baseballbaka80

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@baseballbaka80.

                          kinda drunk as hell and low - key breaking in through his                           boyfriend’s bedroom window, to take a nap with his face                           pressed against his pillows ------ no big deal, right ???

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@baseballbaka80.

                           smooches his dumb - ass face when nobody’s looking.

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baseballbaka80 said : “If that means I can be your hot water bottle soon, that’s fine too?” His attempt at being sheepishly playful to see how much that helps him or not. But at least Gokudera didn’t say ‘no’ immediately after he asked, that’s always a positive.

               “Shaddup. Yer sleepin’ on th’ couch alone.”

                            Again with that ‘ space heater ’ nonsense; what a frickin’                             idiot. It made him reach out again ------ only this time,                             to clamp the tip of the fool’s sun-browned nose between                             the calloused grip of his thumb and forefinger.

               “Don’t get cheeky. Yer not outta the dog house, yet.”

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continued from here.

Yamamoto was out not even a minute after that thought, drinks ready to go. “Hey, sorry for the wait. Didn’t mean for it to take that long. Ready to go?” he asked, smiling gently as he spoke and clearly quite excited that they were spending time together today. He’d missed him coming by and all the busyness they’ve been stuck with… well, he’s especially happy.

               “------ took you long enough.” He meant to say, it’s fine, but of course,                it came out sounding like this was a chore. ( Which it wasn’t ---- he’d                deny until he was blue in the face, but it wasn’t. He was kind of really                eager to get away from everything for a few hours ------ in a way that                was actually ... good for him. What a concept. )

               Pushing a hand into his jeans pocket, he retrieved a bent stick of gum,                which he unwrapped and popped in between his teeth. Yeah, yeah, so                he didn’t feel like polluting the air right that very second ---- whatever.

               He blew a small bubble -- thin, pale, ballooning -- and let it burst quietly.                A step here, a step there, and he was a bit closer to Yamamoto’s warm                center of gravity. A glance at his phone ------ five minutes to go. Ugh.

               Snapping the cinnamon flavor across his taste buds, he fidgeted. The                crowd at the other end of the bus depot wasn’t big, but -------- he could                feel eyes on him. Pissed him off. Made him twitchy. Hadn’t been out                in God knows how long, so ---- he was uncomfortable. People sucked.

               “Hh ---------- how’s your dad?”

                                                                  Small talk. He was trying to ignore                                                                 the muttering ------ help him out here.                                                                                 ( Jesus H. Christ. )

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---- baseballbaka80 replied : He knocked again, when the first one went unanswered. It was firm, strong, and mildly insistent. He wasn’t sure if he’d get much of a response though, but he’ll do what he could. He had his key if he needed it, but he did kind of hope he wouldn’t.

            Odds are ---- he was probably going to need that key, yeah.

            Because all that knocking served to do was add even more             weight to the fucking disgusting headache pounding his poor             skull like a goddamn bass drum. It certainly didn’t make him             want to leave his bedroom any time soon; he just cursed, and             rolled over, burying his face into the pillows. Fuck.