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Post by Amos Vang on Apr 11, 2017 5:04:32 GMT
I felt the darkness as it tried to pull me down | [attr="class","scroll"] Everything felt so surreal to him in that moment, returning the kisses he received with every ounce of heat and passion that was given. But soon enough, Michael broke it, pulling hims even closer. Gods that felt good. Pressing against him like this... He wanted more. His body nearly ached for it, in a way that he had never experienced before. Another soft moan left him as Michael kissed down his neck, and he felt his head slowly tipping back. Everything was so hazy... But still, the albino pulled himself together, listening to Michael's words. Slowly, his head tilted a bit. He had thought they couldn't get any closer, but gods was he wrong. Skin to skin like that... Wait.. Was that even safe? But he shook the thought away, bringing his crimson gaze to that wonderful icy one.
"In... But what about Lily..? I should.. But..." The albino groaned a bit, shaking his head to try and clear it as much as possible. "I want to... Stay with you..." He leaned back forward against the other, pressing them together as much as he could, wrapping his arms around his lover's bare flesh and resting his head against his chest. Why did everything have to be so complicated? Still... There was plenty of time for this. What if one of them changed their mind by then? No. He couldn't think like that. After all, if anyone was going to back out it'd be him. He knew that. Surely Michael had thought about that too... But.. At the words of making it special, the albino blushed even further. He supposed that was a pretty damn good reason to stop this... "S-special...? For..." He hadn't ever really thought about how it would happen, let alone if or when. Amos pulled his head up and kissed the blonde again, but it was as gentle as it normally was. Careful, tentative... But Loving all the same. "You treat me so.. well.. So much better than.. I could ever have imagined..." Him... The son of a whore.. Being treated with such thought... The albino nuzzled his face into his boyfriend's neck again, tears softly falling onto it. Gods, he was such a baby...
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Post by Michael Cousteau on Apr 11, 2017 15:05:02 GMT
The blonde smiled gently as his boyfriend wrapped his arms around his bare flesh and rested his head against his chest, the albino surely able to hear how quickly his heart was currently beating. He gently ran a hand up and down along his back under his shirt, shifting his head to kiss the albino's gently. It still felt so good to be this close to his boyfriend, but he wouldn't take advantage of where they were or how much they both wanted one another. He didn't want the albino, nor himself, to regret anything that could happen, especially since they had never gone this far before. True they had been dating for over six months at least, but Michael was fine with just making out with Amos at most if that was what he was comfortable with. Even he couldn't deny the lustful thoughts he had about the albino, but never would he want to force such thoughts onto the boy. When Amos spoke but trailed off, Michael smiled a bit and nodded a little. "Yeah... Special... I don't want it to be something akin to a whim." He spoke softly to him, kissing his temple gently. He pulled his head back slightly when the albino had pulled his head back only to be met with a gentle kiss that they normally shared. Michael sighed through his nose in contentment and returned the gentle but loving kiss until it was broken. He smiled fondly to the boy as he spoke, soon tilting his head to the side slightly when the boy had nuzzled his face into his neck. The blonde boy continued rubbing his back gently once again, happy to be there with him. Though as he felt those tears falling onto his neck, a small pang shot through his chest and he just hugged him a little closer. "I'm never going to take advantage of you. You deserve more than what you could possibly think you deserve. I know, now at least, of how you grew up and where you came from... But that doesn't define you, Amos. You define yourself here and now." He spoke to him, nuzzling his head gently against his boyfriend's head. "I love you for who you are." Michael then just sat there cuddling and comforting his boyfriend as he let him release all those tears, content to just stay there with him in his arms as he gave him time to calm down. He didn't care about getting their shirts all buttoned up again or looking presentable, all that mattered was his boyfriend and where they were now. He had resumed to comfortingly rub his hand against his back as he hugged him, quiet falling over them as no other words needed to be said. This moment in time was theirs and theirs alone, nor did the blonde teen want it to flee quickly either. Word count: --- Tag: Amos Vang
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Post by Amos Vang on Apr 11, 2017 16:26:39 GMT
I felt the darkness as it tried to pull me down | [attr="class","scroll"] The albino clung even more to his boyfriend, burying as much of his face into Michael's neck as he could as the blonde spoke such comforting words to him. "That's the reason why... I never wanted to be seen like that... I mean.. I know it's normal but.. The last time someone accused me of sleeping with someone I put them in a coma. I just can't stand the thought of being compared to her... That if.. I got close to someone like this.. That it'd make me like her..." But he knew that Michael was right. He'd never be taken advantage of by the blonde. But even his sister thought that he was already sleeping with Michael for money, even though both of those points were very wrong. But if she thought that... Then what did everyone else think? Then again, Luka and Adrian both knew better than that, and it wasn't like their relationship had been public for very long. Still, the thought of it ate at him a bit.
After a few more moments he pulled himself away from the blonde, still sitting in his lap, but just sitting up now. Another gentle kiss found it's way to Michael's lips before the albino stood and stretched. "We probably should get back... I mean.. I'm grateful for Luka taking my sister for a bit but... I probably shouldn't leave them like that.. I can't even imagine all the trouble she's giving him." After all, their morning with the girl had been rather difficult. But Luka could handle it right? Though, he found himself thinking that maybe she tied him up somehow and ran away again. Flight risk. That was what she was. No better than he was really. Only... Now at least... He had something to stick around for.
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Post by Michael Cousteau on Apr 11, 2017 18:31:51 GMT
Michael allowed Amos to cling to him more and to bury his face into his neck as best as he could, just hugging him a bit more. At his words, Michael shifted his head, careful to not move Amos' head away, and gently kissed his head. "You'll never be like her... You're way better than her, and you'll be the most amazing chef ever." He reassured him, just holding him close to himself still. After a few moments his boyfriend had pulled himself away from him, just simply sitting up now while remaining on his lap. His hands slid down to rest on the albino's hips, scanning his icy blue eyes over his face. He smiled as he was given another kiss, happily returning it before he allowed his boyfriend to stand up and stretch. He couldn't deny that his eyes had almost greedily taken him in and traveled over his body as he had stretched, especially since his shirt was still open and unbuttoned. At his words, Michael smiled and nodded before standing with a stretch of his own. "Mm, yeah that would be good. Are you going to go see how she's doing once we get back to the dorms? I can get things set out so we can make dinner tonight in my dorm. Feel free to invite Luka as well to probably keep her..." Michael trailed off with a small shrug, a hand going to rub the back of his neck. "I guess to make her feel more welcomed?" He spoke after a few moments of thought. He shrugged again and moved closer to Amos, grabbing his shirt with both hands and pulled the albino closer to himself to give him another kiss, this one a tad longer than the other tamed ones they had recently been sharing. Once he broke the kiss he began to button up Amos' shirt with a small blush crossing his features. "But first...let's get to looking like we weren't just dying to tear our clothes off." He mentioned with a chuckle, not yet bothering to button up his own shirt until he had Amos' all buttoned up. "Oh, do you want to stop by your dorm and pick anything up since you're spending the night at mine?" He asked, tilting his head to the side slightly as he finished buttoning the albino's shirt. Word count: --- Tag: Amos Vang
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Post by Amos Vang on Apr 11, 2017 19:01:48 GMT
I felt the darkness as it tried to pull me down | [attr="class","scroll"] A dark blush came across his face as Michael began to button his shirt up for him. Really, he could have done it himself. But something about it was just... But the albino looked away. "Uhh.. Uh huh.." A small squeak came from him as Michael made a comment about their appearance being the way it was, his blush darkening even further. But still it seemed to nonchalant for the blonde, going on to ask if he needed anything from his room before heading up to Michael's. "Err.. Not really. I mean.. I'm alright.. I'll probably.. Erm.. Shower first and.. Change before I go.. I can just umm.. Meet you up.. There..." Yep. That seemed like a great idea. "Besides I... I already picked up a bunch of ingredients for dinner so I'll bring those too. And i'll see if Luka's back at his dorm yet or not.." Besides, all of that extra time would give Michael plenty of time to take a nice cold shower himself if he really needed one. Amos returned the favor of buttoning up by grabbing Michael's shirt and proceeding to do just that, though he couldn't help the dark blush in his cheeks as he did so.
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Post by Michael Cousteau on Apr 11, 2017 22:28:14 GMT
Michael nodded to his boyfriend's words, smiling as he used his hands to just smooth out the albino's shirt. "That sounds good, maybe we can watch a movie after dinner too. Or anything else that comes to mind." He spoke, his hands falling to the albino's hips to just rest there lightly. His light blush had grown a little darker as his boyfriend moved to button up his shirt then, glancing down in some embarrassment but continued to let him do that. He let him do that until he was finished, soon just wrapping his arms around the albino and pulled him close into a hug. He nuzzled his face against his hair as he breathed in his scent. Okay, so maybe he wasn't quite ready to act like they hadn't just been making out in a heated fashion a few minutes prior. "You're special to me," he uttered after a few moments. He eventually pulled back a little to look at him, giving him a fond smile. "I almost don't want to head back to the dorms..." Word count: --- Tag: Amos Vang
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Post by Amos Vang on Apr 11, 2017 22:43:24 GMT
I felt the darkness as it tried to pull me down | [attr="class","scroll"] Amos didn't particularly want to leave this moment either, but he knew they had to. After all, how long could Luka really last against his pain in the ass little sister? Still, he gladly wrapped his arms around the blonde's waist as he was pulled into a hug, resting his head lightly against his shoulder. This moment was still perfect..
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Eventually they did make it back to the dorms, and Amos had checked in with Luka, who was apparently doing fine, and mentioned that they would just meet up with him for dinner later, which was fine he supposed. So he went straight to his dorm and took a shower. He had a pair of black pants on, but nothing else as he toweled off his hair, staring at the shirts he had laid out on his bed. Did he want to be casual? Or did he want to be more... Fancy. Maybe somewhere in between...? It took him much longer than he had originally anticipated to get ready, making sure he looked and smelled about as fantastic as he really could.
The albino went about collecting various things, mostly food and spices that he kept hidden away, as well as his own cooking pan and utensils. Of course Michael's were nice... But they weren't his. Amos looked around his room a bit and wondered if he really even lived there anymore. He already had a lot of his cookware in Michael's room, and had put some spare clothes tucked away in a closet. He rarely spent much time in his own room anymore aside from sleeping. But he supposed that was still much better than the alternative.
Once everything was gathered, Amos took a deep breath and made his way up towards Michael's room. He wondered whether or not Luka would already be there with his sister, but he doubted it. The albino smoothed his clothing again before knocking on the door. He was sure Michael would definitely be ready by now with how long he took.
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Post by Michael Cousteau on Apr 12, 2017 3:14:57 GMT
The duo had eventually made it back to the dorms, Michael dropping his boyfriend off at the lower levels and went up to his own dorm to get ready. He took a nice, cold shower to further cool himself off from earlier before he got ready the rest of the way. He was currently wearing some dark pants with a black undershirt on, a cream sweater over that and showing just the straps of said undershirt. He had spent the rest of the time getting everything mostly ready for his boyfriend to come over, along with Luka and Lily, and for him to stay the night. A few times he had, indeed, had to go stick his head in the freezer due to some certain thoughts. However, he wouldn't press for anything that the albino didn't want. Eventually everything was mostly ready. The table was set for them to eat, when dinner was made that is, and his dorm clean. Well, yeah there wasn't really much for him to do in getting everything ready for guests to come over. Though at the knock to the door, Michael hurried over and opened it, staring at Amos for a moment before he grinned. "Almost thought you were going to bail on me." He teased his boyfriend as he stepped aside to let him in, waiting until he was all the way inside his dorm to shut the door. He took a step towards him and gave his cheek a kiss before he just led him over to the kitchen area that he frequented whenever he was over. "All we need to do now is get dinner ready! And for Luka and Lily to arrive if they decide to." He spoke, helping his boyfriend unload the things he had brought. Once that was done he just moved to hug his boyfriend from behind, resting his cheek on his boyfriend's shoulder as he kissed his neck a bit. "You look nice..." Word count: --- Tag: Amos Vang
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Post by Amos Vang on Apr 12, 2017 3:56:17 GMT
I felt the darkness as it tried to pull me down | [attr="class","scroll"] Amos was dressed rather nicely himself. Maybe too nicely. He really should have changed into something else. But damn did he look good in such dark clothing. Nice black pants, a dark red t-shirt underneath a silky soft black button up. It really accented his albino features quite nicely. But still he stood there, trying to straighten his already straightened clothes, trying to flatten his annoying fluffy hair. It didn't take long for Michael to open the door and the albino just blushed a bit as he had literally been caught trying to flatten his hair. "Err... I'd never bail on you..." He quickly moved past the other male and towards the kitchen, pausing only long enough for his fevered cheek to be kissed. He quickly went to work taking out the things he needed to make for dinner.
"Hmm? Oh yeah. Uhh. She went shopping with one of Luka's siblings I guess. The good one. Nao is it?" he shrugged a bit and dug around in Michael's fridge, where he often kept the bigger foods like meats and scores of vegetables. Amos felt another rush of heat as Michael came up behind him, kissing his neck. Good gods. What the hell was this about. All flustered and stupid. "Err.. Th-thanks.. You... do too." Then again, Michael always looked nice. Amos often had holes in his shirts, but that was more due to the fact that he hadn't come across them yet. After all, he was pretty good at fixing his clothes if they tore or lost buttons. He was quite handy that way. Still, the heat in his body would not go away, and he felt himself shaking. Why the hell was he shaking?
The albino carefully set the knife down, trying to take deep breaths that just wouldn't come to him. This was the weirdest thing that he had ever actually felt in his life. He really just wanted to turn around and- no.. No.. he had to focus on making dinner. At least, until there was a knock on the door. Amos blinked, looking towards it. "Odd. They shouldn't be back yet..." The younger teen moved away from his boyfriend, nearly thanking the gods for the interruption as he made his way towards the door. "Umm, hi? Can I help you?"
On the other side stood a boy Michael had probably randomly seen in passing or maybe even in class a time or two, with blue and white hair and deep crimson eyes, that looked and awful lot like a certain albino if you looked hard enough. Still, the boy just stood there for a moment, blinking at the albino before him. "You're Amos.. Right? I mean.. You have to be..."
Amos blinked for a moment. "Uhh... Who wants to know?" Seriously, who the hell was this guy and why was he here, unintentionally saving his ass? Amos had a bit of a reputation to bring all sorts of trouble around. So he really wondered whether or not this guy was going to pull a knife on him or something, but his aura was more nervous than threatening.
"Sorry! I uhh.." But it wasn't like he was the most socially skilled person on the planet, and for whatever reason, the blue haired male almost seemed scared of him. "If this isn't a good time I could.."
"A good time for what?" Amos was getting a bit impatient now, but at least he hadn't actually started cooking anything, still, he wasn't just going to let some stranger into Michael's dorm room.
"To umm.. talk?" The other male noticed the flattened and unamused expression on the albino's face and nervously shifted in place. "I'm your... your... half brother..."
Amos scoffed in some sort of disbelief. "Yeah. Nice joke. Go away dude. I don't have time for this..."
The albino had gone to turn away and close the door when the other stopped him. "Your mother was Sayuri Vang. You were a product of a man's selfish need for her.. And I'm... Very sorry for that..."
Amos stopped, his crabby expression had turned into one of utter shock of sorts before going cold as he turned back around to face the other male. "How do you know that?" His crimson eyes narrowed at the other male, holding some sort of instant contempt for him. Nobody knew that. Hell, Michael only barely knew that. And absolutely no one knew his mother's name except his sister... That had to be it. Lily must have told him that. Whoever this guy was, she had to have done something to set him up like this.
"I know a lot of things, Amos.. Please.. Do you have time to talk?"
"No." The albino glared at him even more, shoving him backwards and slamming the door. He wasn't going to accept that. No way in hell. The now grumpy albino moved back into the kitchen, ignoring the knocks and pleads from the boy in the hallway and set about angrily chopping his vegetables, beginning on making dinner like he had originally planned to do.
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Post by Michael Cousteau on Apr 12, 2017 4:21:13 GMT
Michael had placed a few more gentle kisses to the side of his boyfriend's neck as he hugged him from behind, his arms slowly pulling the boy closer to himself. Gods, he couldn't keep himself far from him today. Maybe just a little... But no, a knock had come to the door and his albino lover had slipped out of his grasp. Drat. He sighed and just stayed where he was, watching as Amos went to the door to answer it. He carefully watched the boy from where he was, silently listening to words exchanged from Amos and the boy on the other side. Slowly the blonde moved to where he kept a gun hidden, for safety purposes of course, and stood by that with a hand dangling near it - ready to grab it at a moment's notice. He kept his eyes on his boyfriend as he interacted with the boy until the door was suddenly slammed on the boy's face. Michael lifted a brow as his boyfriend stormed back over, obviously angry, as the boy kept pleading and banging on the door from the other side. The blonde teen remained where he was for about a minute as Amos angrily chopped the vegetable. Michael eventually moved back over to Amos to help out a bit, actually having been wanting to cook dinner with the boy for some time now. "So...who was that? Since you're like..murdering those poor vegetables now." He spoke, keeping an eye on his boyfriend and the knife he had as well. Good gods, was it even safe for the albino to have one when he was riled up like this? But then again...the albino himself wasn't safe per se so... The French teen sighed softly and moved closer, grabbing the wrist that held the knife firmly but gently. "Hey... Look at me. Are you okay..? Yeah, you're obviously upset but.." He trailed off, carefully taking the knife from his hand and setting it on the counter. "I'm here for you." Word count: --- Tag: Amos Vang
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Post by Amos Vang on Apr 12, 2017 4:35:26 GMT
I felt the darkness as it tried to pull me down | [attr="class","scroll"] Amos took a deep breath at Michael's words and stopped murdering the vegetables. Despite his rage they were cut rather precisely as he wanted them to be. Michael grabbed his wrist and he fought the dire instinct to pull away. But he shook his head. "He said he was my half brother. He knew things that... That no one knows. Not even you.. I'm guessing it's just a prank that Lily set up or something.. I mean it has to be. Just some sort of prank." He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. But hadn't Luka mentioned that someone had been looking for him before they even arrived? Was that who it was? If that was so, then how...? Again he shook his head and moved away to wash his hands in the kitchen area's sink. His head was full of what if's. And he hated that.
Luckily the knocks on the door stopped and he found himself letting out a soft sigh. "We should just... Ignore it.. I guess. Get to cooking.. Right?" After all, he was sure that Lily was his only sibling... "He knew her name.. My mother's name.. And.. What happened to her.. I mean.. I'm sure Lily probably heard those things over the years but..." There was still the what if. Amos sighed and shook his head. "What should I do?" He felt like he had been asking that a lot lately. But he was just so lost. From no family to two siblings in a single day? How many more did he have out there? "I was so mad I didn't even get his name... I have no way of knowing whether or not he's telling the truth.. Or.." He shook his head again and moved over to unwrap the meat he had pulled out, placing it on a cutting board. A soft but forced smile cross his features as he looked over to the blonde. "Let's do this, hmm?"
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Post by Michael Cousteau on Apr 12, 2017 14:35:15 GMT
Michael listened to his boyfriend speak as he explained to him who was at the door. He crossed his arms as he kept his eyes trained on his boyfriend's face as he spoke, his expression attentive and a bit serious. He was silent for a few moments as Amos moved to go wash his hands. "A half brother..." He murmured, thinking for a moment before he moved over to wash his hands as well. "Well...what did he look like? Perhaps I might know him, considering he somehow found his way to my dorm..." He spoke, his eyes following his boyfriend as he did his thing. The knocks on the door has died down at least, kid probably got chased off for causing such a ruckus up here anyway. He moved over to Amos and slipped his arms around him again, pulling him into a hug even after he had pulled out the raw meat and unwrapped it. "I wouldn't know what to do really...but all I can say is to try and let him talk." He told him quietly as he kissed the albino's temple. He then leaned his head to the side to look at him as he offered him a smile, his arms still wrapped around his waist. "Lets murder that meat, make it dead again." He spoke with a small grin as he tried to lift his boyfriend's mood at least a little. Word count: --- Tag: Amos Vang
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Post by Amos Vang on Apr 12, 2017 16:09:56 GMT
I felt the darkness as it tried to pull me down | [attr="class","scroll"] Talk to him... Yeah.. Sure.. But he didn't really want to talk. "I dunno.. Just some guy." Of course he hadn't really paid much attention to what he looked like. "Red eyes I think.. Like.. Mine.. Sort of... And.. Blue hair..? With.. Maybe some white.." Pale skin.. White hair.. Red eyes.. Right.. That whole.. Being related thing might have made some sense now. But still, it just had to be something Lily had done. It had to be. Cuz why today of all days, right? Amos let out some sort of stressed sigh as Michael hugged him. That felt good. The albino leaned back against his boyfriend a bit, resting his head against Michael's for a few moments. "Yeah.. Let's get it cut up..." A soft smile fell over his face as he gently kissed the other's cheek. "Thank you... For being so... You."
Amos showed the blonde how to cut up the meat in certain ways, taking to searing it before sticking it in with the vegetables as Michael cut up the rest of it. Once everything was properly put together, Amos smiled and stuck it in the oven to keep warm until the others arrived. He took to cleaning up the dishes, washing them all by hand even though there was a dishwasher right there. Things had calmed down a bit and Amos was back to being in a decent mood. Once he was finished cleaning he made his way over to the couch and sat down and rest back against it, leaning his head against the back. "You know.. I really feel like I should be drinking a classy glass of wine right about now.. No idea why." He chuckled a little and looked over towards Michael with a smile. "Maybe even a cigar. Heheh. Not that I'd ever actually do that cuz yuck."
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The kind of dark that haunts a hundred year old house Running from my past I'm praying feet don't fail me now!
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Post by Michael Cousteau on Apr 12, 2017 18:38:30 GMT
Michael smiled to the kiss that was placed on his cheek, simply hugging him a bit more in response to his words. "Always," he responded to him after a few moments as he then returned that kiss to his boyfriend's cheek. The blonde teen had happily helped Amos prepare dinner, actually finding it fun to get to actually do such a thing with him. He watched him carefully when the boy would show him what to do before attempting to take over, granted he was far slower than the albino but he didn't think that was much of a problem as they had eventually gotten everything ready. Amos had cleaned up everything by hand and eventually moved over to the couch, the second year just finishing in washing his hands and drying them before moving over to the boy and stood behind him. He leaned his arms on either side of his head on the back of the couch to look down at him, smiling as he spoke. A chuckle escaped the teen and he leaned down to give him a kiss before he moved around to sit down beside him. "You definitely look the part to be drinking wine and smoking cigars," he commented as he flicked his eyes over the boy briefly. He then scooted closer and rested his head in his hand while his elbow was perched against the back of the couch. "You look amazing in that outfit." He complimented him, soon sitting up again. "Want some wine now? I've got some in the cabinet, red wine is good for one's health anyway." He spoke up as he moved to get up, not yet moving towards the kitchen area just so he could get a response from his boyfriend on if he wanted some or not. Word count: --- Tag: Amos Vang
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Things like absolute, never, and always don't exist. Please don't lie to me and say them.
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Post by Amos Vang on Apr 12, 2017 19:06:20 GMT
I felt the darkness as it tried to pull me down | [attr="class","scroll"] "Oh? Really?" Amos was actually kind of surprised that Michael had a bottle of wine. Though, he supposed he could see that. A fine wine for a fine-.......... Nope. His mind did not need to go there. Amos chuckled a bit and nodded. "Sure." After all, what could possibly go wrong with a single glass of wine, right? "Do you umm.. Drink it often or...?" Amos didn't really think Michael was the kind of guy to drink a lot, maybe a glass here or there. But probably still more often than his albino boyfriend. Amos always wound up using what little wine he could get from his boss to cook with, so he never actually drank any. Not even at fancy parties. Not that he'd ever really gone to any fancy parties. But Michael probably did. After all, that was a social norm for rich people right? Fancy parties... Amos shook his head a bit trying to get his brain to properly function and stop thinking about the weird habits of rich people.
The albino smiled as his boyfriend collected glasses and the bottle of wine, bringing him a glass. He swirled it about a bit before sniffing it and gently tasting it. "Mm! Wow! This is really pretty good!" He wasn't expecting to enjoy it as much as he did. Still... Moderation.. Yes.. He would have to... Or he could just... drink most of his glass in.. One shot.. Why not..? Amos blushed a bit and set the rest of his glass aside, in embarrassment.. "Er... Yeah.. It's good."
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