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WHAT IN PERSON, YA FOOLS
WHERE anywhere
WHEN Day 8, evening

[ it's beginning to be summer -- or something like that, sort of. late spring? the weather has been warming up is the point and in the twilight of, well, now, the fireflies have also come out.

twinkling little stars that are actually bugs. Rather, slightly larger than the normal firefly -- in fact, perhaps they seem more like will o' the wisp sized.

But still, a lovely summer. If you follow one they may lead you (crashing into) the path of someone else.

Or the lake.

Definitely also the lake. ]

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what do you mean

I'm really easy. It's a problem.

ahaha its the worst
or it would be if i hadnt already accepted it as an immutable fact about me

Better than not caring enough about things, honestly.

or badly pretending not to give any kind of a fuck
jesus those were dark times

hahaha

Can we hang out in person yet or do we still need to keep texting like teenagers after curfew?

that depends
do you have a car to take me to make out point

Unfortunately not here. You'll have to ride my dick instead.

oh goddam i was wide open for that
anyway im in the park if you want to meet me here
we can makeout in an ant pile

wide open
wide open
wide open
ok there in a minute
no ants thanks

[Dave is just going to lie back on the grass and try not to psyche himself out about these make outs that are imminent.]

[imminently appearing, leaning over him, hands in his pockets]

Hey.

[Looks up at him

(through his sunglasses which he is still wearing even though it is full dark). His heartbeat spikes, but he doesn't really move to get up.]

Hi.

I'm going to kiss you. Stop me if you don't want it.

[oh, wow, ok. This is happening. Dave can't really get out an 'okay' because his chest is fucking stuffed with heat. He's absurdly grateful Tristan didn't start by asking him to take off his shades even though they're fucking ridiculous at this point. He definitely does not stop him.]

[eases down next to him, catching his lips in a light, dry kiss, eyes closed]

[Dave deepens it almost immediately. He's almost dying of eagerness and nerves in equal measure.]

[hums, pleased and interested, opening his mouth to that and letting Dave take the lead]

Mmh . . .

[his skin feels actually a little electric to the touch, and there's a steady sense of warmth, a little buzz, a high]

[you got it made with the guy in shades]

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