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[jarvisthelittleandroid]

[sms: bones] Yeah, see you then.

[ sms; antal ]:😘

[jarvisthelittleandroid]

[sms: bones] Yeah...love it. It's at 7 so we can leave at 6:30pm

[ sms; antal ]: hmm. sure, see you in the living room then?

[jarvisthelittleandroid]

[sms: bones] Heard the ballet academy are presenting some student's work. Besides, a little fresh air could do good to me.

[ sms; antal ]: huh. didn’t knew you liked ballet.[ sms: antal ]: okay. what time?

[jarvisthelittleandroid]

[sms: bones] Yeah, it's at central park.

[ sms: antal ] central park? what for?

[jarvisthelittleandroid]

[sms: bones] do you have plans for tonight?

[ sms: antal ] nope, any ideas?

[jarvisthelittleandroid]

things you said at 1 am (like rn, for Bones)

things you said... || accepting

First there is silence. And darkness. Breathe in and breathe out, slow and steady, eyes closed, mind racing and yet, focused on nothing. What an odd thing, to be together after all this time, in the middle of the night but here we are.

“Do you ever miss us?” A moment of bravery or stupidity, a chuckle. “Don’t answer that. I’m not sure why I even asked.” And silence again, a frown and searching for your hand in the dark. Intertwined fingers, how dumb can I be?

“I want you.” Very dumb. Incredibly dumb. But there is no way back.

Silence again as I look at you, still in the dark, moving closer, kissing your cheek, down your neck, like I used to. Do you still remember what is like to kiss me? I vaguely remember what is like to kiss you. Like a faded photo, smudged ink on a notebook long forgotten.

“It doesn’t have to mean anything.” I whisper in your ear, soft and only half sure, breathing you in, getting drunk on this, on you. “I just want you.” And I know I shouldn’t, I know this is a stupid mistake, that I it might get messy but I can’t bring myself to care, I just miss...I miss kissing someone, I miss feeling someone close, warm body against my own, deep kisses and hands everywhere. “S’mon, Antal....Stay.”

[primusfilius]

[sms: prince bubblegum] Uhm maybe you won't like the story but hurry up!

[ sms; bmo ]: you punched antal, i feel alive no matter what the story is

He sent the last text with a grin before letting Sebastian know he was leaving to see Howard, chuckling softly as he walked out of his apartment and into the street, getting impatient after walking for a few minutes before teleporting to a spot near the tower, running towards there and into Howard’s room, no knocking.

“Tell me everything!”

[primusfilius]

[sms: prince bubblegum] I punched Antal. I'm in my room.-Howard

[ sms; bmo ]: .........what the fuck.[ sms; bmo ]: i hate teleporting but damn, this deserves it.