#interactions: short

[loserleader]

"Oh no, nuh uh. You're sick, you need to stay in bed."

[henrymademedoit]

@leechvict continued from [xxx]

Patrick hummed swaying a little before smirking. “What kind of supplies? Knives?” He seemed to look around before grabbing Vics hand and practically dragged him off. “There’s a shop that sells knives.  Only I know about it.  If you tell anyone then well…  We’ll have a problem.”

Due to his lanky frame he was more or less striding than actually walking but his grip on Vics hand seemed to loosen up and he did eventually end up holding his hand like a normal person yet remained calm about what he had just done.

The supplies Vic had been referring to were not knives, or weapons of any kind really, but he was being dragged off towards them anyway, “Jeezum, Pat, I’m not a cart, you don’t have to drag me.” He dug his heels a little bit, but Patrick was pretty strong and he didn’t put too much effort into fighting the taller boy. 

Before he knew it, they were holding hands, which was something he specifically chose to not mention in any way. He wouldn’t even think about it, if he could help it. “I meant explosives, yanno. M80s, some bottles maybe. And beer.:

[henrymademedoit]

@leechvict continued from [xxx]

“Well I mean , behind that horrendous bad boy attitude of yours…” He leaned forward smirking , nothing about the smirk was inviting or friendly. “You got aa pretty damn cute face Bowers.”

There was no way that Patrick wasn’t just making fun of him, Henry was sure; he just couldn’t accept this kind of affection; there had to be a motive. “Fuck off, Hockstetter.”