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Reed Moore. 19. actor slash director slash writer slash cripple.

[peter-notpan]

Did … did we just get engaged?

[w-reedxmoore]

Seems like it, yeah. 

[peter-notpan]

Of course.

[w-reedxmoore]

‘kay, cool. Count me in. 

[peter-notpan]

[Peter’s hand stopped rubbing Reed’s arm abruptly. He turned the boy around so he was facing him, their faces kind of close together as Peter surveyed Reed’s face.]

Are you saying what it sounds like you’re saying?

[w-reedxmoore]

Depends. Is the offer still on the table? 

[peter-notpan]

[Peter let his hands run lazily up and down Reed’s arm as he listened to him talk.]

“Remember the time I actually did get kicked in the dick by the kid who tried to set his partner on fire?” 

[Peter kind of laughed at himself as he listened to the last thing on Reed’s nostalgia list.]

“Yes, I remember that.”

[w-reedxmoore]

Of course, it’s still on YouTube. 

[ Reed said, smirking, before the silence took over again. Then he just sat there for a longer while, trying to decide if the next thing he wanted to say would be the right thing. I mean, they had been dating for a while now, were going to live together, things had been looking good this far. But on the other hand, what if something would happen and everything would go to shit? Reed frowned just thinking about it, but finally decided to stop silently debating with himself and spoke again. ] 

Yeah, well, we’re not in high school anymore. 

[peter-notpan]

Hmm … yeah, maybe we can just get her a cat scratcher thing to preoccupy her.

[As Peter talked, he pushed Reed’s chair over to the couch, helping him sit down, so Reed was leaning against him.]

To hell with North Shore, amiright?

[w-reedxmoore]

A few toy mice as well. She could use some entertainment— maybe improve her hunting skills also.

[ Reed rested his head on Peter’s chest, before grabbing one of the pillows and tossing it towards the open suitcase. He then sighed when the pillow landed on the floor, far from the suitcase, and crossed his arms. ]

Yeah.. 

[ He mumbled, waiting a moment before speaking again. ] 

Hey, remember that one time in chem when this kid lost his shit and attempted to set his partner on fire? Hah, or that time you nearly got punched in the dick by a freshman? Also, when you thought it would be a good idea to ask me to marry you, despite the fact we were still in high school? 

[peter-notpan]

Kind of weird. Mostly amazing. 

[Peter leaned down, kissing Reed lightly on the cheek.]

Hey, maybe, we can buy Boo a friend for the new apartment. 

[w-reedxmoore]

I don’t know, do you think an egoistic, spoiled kitten could handle company? 

[peter-notpan]

[Peter wanders into the bathroom, opening the drawers, which were mostly empty as he’d packed up the stuff in the bathroom yesterday]

Hakuna your fuckin’ tatas, babe, you left them in the medicine cabinet.

[Turning back to Reed, Peter placed the glasses on his face for him before letting his hand linger in the boy’s hair.]

One more day til New York, man.

[w-reedxmoore]

I fucking didn’t –– did I? Maybe I did. 

[ He muttered the last bit, grabbing a few books off the bookshelf and dropping them into the open suitcase that lay on the floor, next to his chair. ] 

Fuck. 

[ He mumbled impulsively when the boy put the glasses on his face, though once his vision wasn’t blurry anymore, he smiled gently, fixing the glasses, before grabbing a hold of Peter’s wrist. Still looking at him, Reed slowly moved the boy’s hand out of his hair and to his lips, before gently kissing his palm. It was okay. They were leaving Evanston, they were excited. So, he was allowed to be a little cheesy. ] 

Feels pretty weird, eh? 

[peter-notpan]

Check the drawer by my bed? Or … maybe the bathroom. Wait, who’s room did we sleep in last night?

[w-reedxmoore]

I’m pretty sure your, but they aren’t there? Or any-fucking-where? This is fucking ridiculous, I’m literally half-blind. 

[w-reedxmoore]

Okay, where the fuck did you put my glasses? 

[danixdaniels-deactivated2015100]

“And if you have a problem with that, well, you can fuck off.”

[w-reedxmoore]

Oh, whoa. Don’t worry, that’s fine, you’re allowed to like your body. 

[w-reedxmoore]

@RMoore: its truly scary how a bunch of 13 year olds can form some sort of a cult and attack people

@RMoore: but then again its 21st century

[w-reedxmoore]

@RMoore: ???tbh

[honeyandpluto]

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i’m a young one stuck in the thoughts of an old one’s head when all the others were just stirring awake, i’m trying to trick myself to fall asleep again. my head’s in heaven, my soles are in hell let’s meet in the purgatory of my hips and get well.

[theshyradiorebelcrys]

That’s good to know then.

[w-reedxmoore]

How are you coping–– or whatever–– though? 

[auroraplasticheart]

Please why would I want the respect of peasants?

[w-reedxmoore]

Isn’t that pretty much what it’s all about? 

[peter-notpan]

Man, Keira just knows. I should date Keira.

[w-reedxmoore]

I couldn’t agree more. 

[peter-notpan]

See, you finally admit it. 

Perfect. All I look for in wardrobe choices is how much they make me look like the Hulk. 

[w-reedxmoore]

Yeah. Actually, you should thank Keira. She thought it would “bring out your eyes”.