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"I'd like to do you." he said with withering confidence, gesturing with his history book and almost taking out a freshman with thick glasses and blue hair. Ty blinks and blinks again while Kelly lowers his head, having found the dingy hallway floor infinitely more interesting. His shoulders hitch up every few seconds but that's neither here nor there because Zane's face is turning a darker color. "When you say --" "Date you! I meant date you." Zane interrupts with a touch of hysteria trailing the words. "I'd like for you to date -- um, food, you like food? We should get it -- the food -- together." Ty blinks a few more times, staring up at the taller and older boy. His mouth has gone dry but it opens and closes still. He takes on this tall, curly hair semi-nerd and ties to figure out how he got into such a situation. It isn't until Zane's face starts to fall that Kels shoves him forward into the other boy proclaiming, "He'd love to!" "Yeah?" Zane breathes, looking to Kelly and then Ty with those shining dark eyes that would give Bambi a complex. "Oh yeah, he totes wants to climb...all of that." he chirps, waving his hand and gesturing to Zane's everything. Here is where Ty regains the ability to communicate verbally. "I like games and Mexican food.." he offers with a smile. Zane grins, "I know just the place and there's that arcade on the new strip. Saturday, eight o'clock?" "Y-yeah, sounds great." Ty absolutely doesn't swoon at that smile.
