#roman.starts

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he looked at the other and kissed their forehead gently, "i'm sorry, not tonight," he said explaining briefly why he couldn't have them over. he left out that there was a five year old waiting for him at home that he didn't want to introduce them to just yet. he didn't want to bring someone into his life that wasn't going to stick around for a long while. "maybe next time?"

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@bcdlvnds

he'd lost the fight then went to mcdonalds and bought one of everything. he's pretty sure everyone at the mcdonalds thinks he's like an assault victim but whatever. when he gets back to their apartment he drops the many bags of food on the table and takes out a carton of fries, "art, i'm home," he called banging around in the kitchen getting the first aid kit and a bag of frozen anything to put on his face as he stuffed it with fries. "brought you your fucking maccas."

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"are we seriously still having this conversation? i fight. it's how i make money. it's how i support my kid right now. it's what i do and it's not changing. if that's going to be a problem, and it looks like it is, then we might as well call it quits now before you get more attached. i'm not having this conversation every time i have a fight. so figure your shit out before we go any further."

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he ruffled the boy's hair before sending him to play as the other practically scolded him for taking the boy to the gym to train. "i don't see what the big deal is. he wanted to go train, i took him to train. he's starting to learn how to box. he's not even a little bit hurt. why are you so up tight about this?"

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imsg;; open

roman: i'm at the hospital

roman: they won't release me without someone to drive me home

roman: come pick me up i'm tired of being here

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imsg;; open

roman: kid at the gym was singing a fucking song about raining god damn fucking tacos

roman: and now that shit is stuck in my head what the fuck is my life

roman: i curse when i'm angry. can you tell?

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it had been going on for a while. it had started when roman was nearly flunking out of school so he'd hired a tutor. he used hired loosely because he had gotten a tutor, yes, but he hadn't been paying money in months. he'd grown frustrated with school and lessons and tutoring and had snapped one day pulling his tutor across the table so he could kiss him and shut him up from whatever math shit he was talking about. it had worked too. he'd made the other swear on his life that he wouldn't tell a soul about what had happened. from there it had just progressed from kissing to touching to sucking to fucking and now roman spent more time getting off than gaining knowledge. well, okay, he gained some knowledge, but he preferred when he could get the other all bothered and needy so he could fuck him and not study. it's what he was doing now as he listened to the other talk on about math, he thought at least. he sat beside him with his lips against their neck sucking a large mark against his light skin clearly meant to be seen in the coming days. @museformen

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roman barely looked over when the other walked into the apartment they shared. he heard them drop their keys and ask about the fight but he could tell their voice was not happy to have learned that he'd gone even after they begged him not to. 'you're going to get hurt, you're going to end up dead, you're going to get caught' were the usual arguments that came from their end. he was preparing for what they would say when they saw him with cuts and bruises littering his face and torso. "look," he said when he glanced up and saw them staring at him with what he was guessing to be horror but he's also a little blurry eyed so he could be wrong, "it's not as bad as it looks. i'm icing it. don't worry about me, okay?"