#driftingautumns

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Dinner was a good time for bonding. That, and movies. Steve was a wussy when it came to horror movies, but it was about the time spent clinging to the other person rather than the movie, right?

Regardless, he was just turning the stove off and shoveling stir fried chicken and rice into two large bowls, turning around and handing one to her. “Hope it’s not too salty. I’m still working out the recipe.”

“Thanks for coming over too. Hope you’re into horror movies.”

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Oh. That’s why.

He had stopped paying attention to the flow of newcomers for a while in the past, but when he realized Casey and Mae had shown up, he’d been watching in anticipation that maybe another hometown friend would show up.

Another person from Possum Springs? Yes.

Friend? Uh...

The toothpick in his jaws nearly slides out the gap created by the emotion on his face.

Bea Santello. Oh fuck. Holy fuck. What the fuck.

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He’s snickering, calculating his next move with his prank. Then, there’s something that makes him stop and do a double take.

Was that...Beatrice Santello? No. Must be a mistake. Bea didn’t dress like that. Weird resemblance though. Actually, almost identical. Her face, he meant. Not all that...weird cutesy stuff. That wasn’t her. Was it?

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He’s in the shopping district, mostly so he can smirk and gloat at how good he looks on the occasional clothing ads that pop up. Damn he’s a stud! He thinks so at least.

It’s been a couple days since his weird emotional outburst. He honestly feels so much better. Maybe he’s bottling up his emotions but on the outside, he feels better.

She’s not hard to pick out of the crowd. A crocodile in a sea of humans. At least this time it’s not awkward.

“Hey hey. Got that pack I owe you.”

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“Not uh...not a good day for you I take it?”

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He has absolutely zero clue what he’s doing. He’s only good at flirting when it achieves nothing but gagging jokes. Regardless, he’s picking his teeth with a toothpick, looking just moderately irritated. Man, he hopes this set up would go perfectly.

“Ah, damn it. Got something stuck in my teeth. This is why I hate popcorn, y’know? Got the kernel stuck in my teeth? Gross, I know but, help a guy out, would you? You see it?”

He gives her a smile, mostly so she can get a better look. A well calculated better look. He’s definitely faking.

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He’s not going to lie, he flinched. But he recovers flawlessly.

“Aw, you really think so? I think I have a very punchable face if I’m being honest.” He kisses her cheek softly, chuckling. “You’re cute when you’re about to wreck my face. I mean, you’re cute all the time but the added danger of a surprise fist-kiss when I sneak up on you is a bonus.”

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Go ahead. Kill me and prove yet again that you have no control over your emotions. Vivaldi was a stuck up cunt, and Bea's just fucking depressing.

Oh. He's mad. Oh man, he's steaming. He's fucking pissed. He's upset in general but god damn is he mad above all else.

There's a fist that slams into their face, before he grabs their now bloodied face with his other hand. "I could, pal, I really could. Instead, I'm gunna leave you to the people that care about me. Since you're so keen on picking on them, I'll let them have a crack at you."

There's the sound of shattering bone as Steve kicks their knee in, their leg now facing the way that legs certainly should not. And then he drops them. "Travis, Rosa, enjoy. Bea too, if you wanna hit somebody."