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Post by Michael Cousteau on Jun 6, 2017 20:59:49 GMT
Michael shifted a little in his seat a bit awkwardly, his dark blush still evident on his face as he looked down at his food. Well, at least it wasn't a complete bust... He looked up again as his boyfriend spoke and managed a small smile before a light laugh escaped the blonde, easing the tension that had crept up on him for this moment. "Hey, don't forget they're the best lovers too!" He added with amusement showing in his eyes as he smiled a bit more and began to eat the food he had made a little. He was quiet for a few moments as he glanced down again, thinking about what to say. "Er.. Did...is it... Um... Did I do...fine for planning a date..?" He asked him, poking at his food a bit in embarrassment as he shifted in his seat a little. Right, right...he still had that important topic to ask of the albino as well... All in due time though, all in due time... But...he did say he was tired so... "Er... Amos..?" He asked, looking up again to look at his boyfriend. "I heard a dance is coming up... What do you think about it..?" He asked him, tilting his head to the side slightly. That was a good way to ease into asking him to go, right? Yeah, that would do it... Plus he'd really get to know if the albino was actually thinking about it or not or...something. [googlefont=Alice][googlefont=Lobster]
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Post by Amos Vang on Jun 6, 2017 22:08:30 GMT
I felt the darkness as it tried to pull me down | [attr="class","scroll"] The albino smiled a bit and nodded, sampling the food in front of him. A soft blush crossed his face when it was mentioned that the French were also the best lovers. "Yeah.. It's.. It's pretty good." He took a few more bites before setting his fork down. "Sorry I can't enjoy it more.. I uhh.. I sort of.. Ate a lot at work.. Boss was there and sort of... Made me.." Well, it was true at least. His boss always was commenting about him being too skinny, and always shoved food and milkshakes at him until he finally caved in. "I just uhh... I wish I would've had a bit of warning, you know? I mean.. I love it. It's a wonderful surprise. I just uhh... I'm not dressed and... Already.. ate... so.." He blushed a bit darker and tapped his fork a bit.
A few moments passed before the blonde asked him a question, causing him to look up a bit. "Yeah?" His head tilted to the side a bit, causing some of his hair to fall into his face. Gods he needed to get it cut again. "Huh? The.. The dance?" He looked a bit confused. Wait.. Did Mister Antisocial really want to go to the dance? "Uhh.. Well.. I.. I tend to avoid social gatherings if I can.. Plus.. I uhh.. I can't dance." He was a man of many talents, but dancing was definitely not one of them. Though, he bet that his boyfriend was probably a fairly good dancer being from a high class family.
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Post by Michael Cousteau on Jun 7, 2017 1:55:25 GMT
The way his hair fell into his face when he tilted his head to the side made the albino look quite...attractive, if not adorable. The blonde blinked and shifted in his seat again as he heard his response, nodding a little. "Well, uh... If you ever think about going for at least a little bit... Would...would you like to go with me?" He glanced down as his blush returned to his face, playing with his fork a little. Well, that was just a lame way of asking, wasn't it? "Er, um... You don't have to that is. I mean, Lucian is going anyway and he wanted some help in finding him a date too and I just... Thought it'd be nice to see what it'd be like going with you...as my date." He added in as he leaned back in his chair and looked off to the side as he rubbed the back of his neck a little. He then glanced over to his boyfriend after a few moments to see how he was taking it, soon leaning forward again. "B-but uh, you don't have to decide right away! Maybe just..um, a day or two before the dance..?" [googlefont=Alice][googlefont=Lobster]
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Post by Amos Vang on Jun 7, 2017 2:34:08 GMT
I felt the darkness as it tried to pull me down | [attr="class","scroll"] The very thought of going to the dance made him shiver a bit. No way in hell would he be caught in a place like tha- Lucien? Lucien?! LUCIEN?! Oh hell no. "You... Why do you even want to go? I mean.. You hate people don't you? So.. Why?" Was it because Lucien was going? Gods he hated that kid. He needed to die. "I mean.. I'll check and see if I work that night but.. I guess I can go if you really want to.. I just.. Didn't really think you were a school dance kind of guy..." Gotta be because of Lucien. He couldn't help the rage boiling up inside of him at the very thought of that kid around... Wait a minute. "He... He helped you with all of this, didn't he?" Damnit. He knew he had smelled that shitty ass cologne. He had to keep himself from growling. After all, maybe it was Michael's idea. Maybe he really had just needed some help getting things situated from a notorious player who probably had his hands all over places they shouldn't have been. Gods! No. Michael wouldn't do that... But what if... No. That was stupid.
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Post by Michael Cousteau on Jun 10, 2017 1:42:28 GMT
Michael blinked at Amos' reaction about the dance. Why did he want to go if he hated people..? Well, hadn't he just mentioned that he wanted to go because he wanted to see what it'd be like going with the albino as his date? He shifted in his seat as he glanced away, lifting a hand to run it through his hair. However, at the albino's next words he glanced back towards him and offered him a small smile. "Heh... Well...I thought it'd be interesting if we, um, went together.." He spoke up with a small blush crossing his features as he gave him a sheepish grin. Though at his question about Lucien helping him with all of this, his grin faded and he shifted awkwardly in his seat again. "Uh... Y-yeah he did... I mean, I've never planned a date before and he has so..." He trailed off as he glanced away again, not sure what to say next. He then got up and took care of their places, not sure if this date was going well or not. "Um... So, uh, do you want to stay over tonight?" He asked him after a few moments of silence, soon looking back over to him as he shifted his footing before he approached his boyfriend. He leaned down and placed a hand on his cheek as he gave him a gentle kiss, not really wanting him to feel upset if he was. "Sorry...if this date didn't turn out okay. Always next time, yeah?" He spoke, offering him a small smile then as he straightened up and held out his hand to him. "I'm sure you're tired and my bed is surely more comfortable than yours anyway. You deserve a good night's rest." [googlefont=Alice][googlefont=Lobster]
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Post by Amos Vang on Jun 10, 2017 1:55:29 GMT
I felt the darkness as it tried to pull me down | [attr="class","scroll"] Amos blinked towards the blonde a bit. Had he upset him somehow? Sure, he seemed way more nervous about this than he really probably needed to be. The albino sighed and shook his head. "I.. It's great. Okay? I.. I do appreciate it. All the work you've put into it.." He stood and wrapped his arms around the boy's waist and pulled him closer, kissing his cheek. "I do really.. I'm sorry.. I didn't mean to make it seem like I'm unappreciative of all you've done for me tonight." He hugged him a little tighter for a moment before he pulled away a bit, just letting his hands rest on Michael's hips. "And sure. I can stay here tonight.. I'll.. I'll think about the dance okay? They're just.. Not really my thing."
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Post by Michael Cousteau on Jun 10, 2017 5:33:35 GMT
As he was given a hug from the albino, the blonde quickly returned it and managed a small smile as he was given a kiss on the cheek. He listened to his words and nuzzled his face against his hair before he allowed the albino to pull back a bit. "It's fine Amos but...thanks.." He responded to him, his smile then growing as he agreed to stay over but that he'd think about going. "Yes, that's just what I wanted you to do! Not decide right now! It's sudden I know, so I'd.. Um, thinking about it would be fine." He responded, soon giving his boyfriend another hug before he grabbed his hand and led him over to his bedroom that they occasionally shared every other night. "You can go ahead and get into bed, I'll just get ready real quick and then join you." He told him as he then pulled away to get get himself ready for bed. Once he was, he moved over to his bed and joined the albino, pulling the covers over himself before he moved closer to his boyfriend to cuddle him. "Mmm... I love you, Amos..." [googlefont=Alice][googlefont=Lobster]
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Post by Amos Vang on Jun 10, 2017 8:15:22 GMT
I felt the darkness as it tried to pull me down | [attr="class","scroll"] The albino couldn't help but shake his head and smile a bit at how excited the blonde appeared to be about him thinking about it. If he was like this just at the possibility.. Then maybe actually going to the dance wouldn't be so bad... He let out a soft, contented sigh as he moved to the bedroom, sliding in under the sheets and blankets. Gods.. So soft... He often forgot how soft this damn bed was. He rolled onto his back and rest his arms up under his head as he waited for the blonde, just thinking about all the trouble he had to have gone through for this evening. Of course, it had passed just a little quickly for him, but in the end, it was okay. He was still staying here and spending time with him, after all. He did really hope that that would be good enough.
Once Michael came to bed as well, he smiled a bit and looked towards him, moving to wrap an arm around him and pull him closer. It was still odd for Amos to be so close to another person, and it wasn't often that he actually enjoyed cuddling, but he figured he owed it to him a bit. He shifted onto his side and draped an arm over the blonde's waist, resting his forehead against his. "I.. I love you too.." At least he was pretty sure that he did. What he felt for the blonde was unlike anything that he had ever felt for anyone or anything in his life before. After a moment he smiled and tucked a bit of hair behind Michael's ear before placing a soft kiss to his lips, something else he hadn't really been too confident about or comfortable with. After a short moment, he at least tried to deepen the kiss, putting just a bit more passion into it, tilting his boyfriend's chin up a bit to make it easier. A few minutes later, he pulled away, a soft blush across his face as he panted lightly against his lips. "I.. I really do appreciate everything you do.. You know that right..? No one has ever.. Cared for me like this before.. And I.. I'm still afraid that somehow.. You'll be swept away from me... And I don't know what I would do if that were to happen... I'm too afraid of losing you.."
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Post by Michael Cousteau on Jun 10, 2017 22:20:05 GMT
Michael smiled as Amos wrapped an arm around him and pulled him closer, their foreheads resting against each other. He felt happy, truly happy, when he heard the albino return those words of love. Even if they had only been dating for a few months, he knew how the albino was with such things like this and the fact that he was doing this as well on his own accord made him happy as well. However, when the albino tucked some hair behind his ear and gave him a soft kiss, the blonde blinked in surprise at the action. He'd never witnessed Amos doing something like this before, but he smiled and returned it, even letting him tilt his chin up a bit to deepen the kiss. After the kiss was broken a light blush crossed his features as he panted lightly against his boyfriend's lips. A small smile crossed his features as he listened to what his boyfriend had to say about appreciating everything he did. Michael kissed his boyfriend again before he nuzzled his face against his neck, breathing in his comforting scent. "I know, Amos... And I'm just happy that I can do something to surprise you or to make you happy too." He told him, gently kissing his neck lovingly but nothing more. "I don't ever want to not be your boyfriend, Amos... I don't ever want to stop caring about you either. I want to continue being your first for a long time." He told him, lifting his head to give him a gentle smile. "If it eases your mind... Lucien and I are just friends. And that's all we'll ever be. You're both attractive yeah, but I love you, not him. And you're the only one I will date." He told him, giving him another gentle kiss. "Even if you don't want to go to the dance or if you wind up busy... I'll still be happy to spend time with you. The dance is nothing more than that. A dance. That won't have any impact on our relationship negatively, I promise." He added as he lifted a hand to gently brush some of his pale hair out of the way as well. [googlefont=Alice][googlefont=Lobster]
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Post by Amos Vang on Jun 11, 2017 0:09:14 GMT
I felt the darkness as it tried to pull me down | [attr="class","scroll"] He couldn't help but smile. All of this was so nice... The albino let out a soft sigh and nodded before scooting down a bit and getting himself more comfortable, pulling the blonde in closer against himself. "Well.. I can't promise that I won't be jealous of him.. I mean.. He's.." Definitely prettier.. More charismatic, and probably much less of an asshole. As well as in the same upbringing as the blonde, all the way down to the mafia part. "He bothers me." That was just all there was to it. No point in explaining his jealousies or insecurities to the blonde. At least not right now. "But.. It's not like I don't want you to not have friends. I just.. Don't like him." He shrugged a bit. Still, his eyes drifted closed and eventually his breathing slowed. Gods he was tired...
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A week had passed, and the dance was only a few hours away, and he sat there, chewing on the end of a pen as he took notes in class. God damnit. Why did his boss have to purposely give him the night off? Now he really didn't have an excuse not to go. He had promised if he had the night off that he would go.. Wait. Did Michael bribe his boss? No. That was ridiculous. He had never even been to where he worked. An almost irritated sigh left him as he sat there.
Once class was over, he made his way to his locker where there was a rose taped to the front of it along with a small note. Both of which he questioned for a minute. Michael knew he didn't like roses... "Ehh.." e growled a bit and his expression flattened.
'Come to the dance with me, my sweet flower'
Amos crumpled the note and tossed on the floor, taking the rose and finding the nearest garbage can to toss it in. Fucking asshole. He really should just have found a way to stuff it down his throat. "Yo. Amos." He growled as he turned around, the other, older, albino blinking in confusion. "My my, someone's grumpy today hmm? I just wanted to say that you don't have to worry about your attire for the evening. I heard you were actually going to the dance, so we had a suit prepared for you." Still, Amos looked entirely unamused.
"Uhh. No thanks. I've got it covered really." He muttered. Well, he did. He had tailored his own outfit like he usually did. Sure, it wasn't anything fancy, but he wasn't exactly a fancy guy.
"Nonsense! Just come by my room and we can-"
"I said no. Just go away. Don't you have someone to fawn over?" He turned and tried to leave, but unfortunately the Italian stopped him, pinning him to the lockers. He really shouldn't do that.
"Look, I get it, alright? You're threatened by me for whatever reason. But lashing out won't get you anywhere. I'm not a threat, I swear. I would not dare tread in your territory. I have no interest in stealing my friend away from you. He's far too happy. I merely want to help where I can, do you get it? Whether you show up or not, it's waiting for you. Just try and put his wants ahead of your ego, would you?" Lucien let him go and walked off, instantly into a group of people that he began to flirt with. Gods he hated him. So damn much.
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The day continued, and each hour, there were more roses and more notes on his locker, until he did decide to go and find his obsessive stalked and punch him in the face, shouting some sort of obscenity about hating roses, and that if he really paid that much attention to him, that he would know that. Of course, this earned him detention, but that was alright. It wasn't like the dance started until later that evening anyways. Still, the closer it got, the more he wanted to just to try and find a way out of it. But during detention, he really pondered Lucien's words to him. Was he really being selfish by not wanting to go? He sighed a bit. Michael had been so happy... Shit.
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"Ah! Molto bene mi amico(very good my friend)! Fantastic! Come come. Look hmm?" How he had even managed to stay this long and let the other albino help him get dressed and whatnot was really beyond him. Still, he had to admit that he did a good job. "Do you have a gift?"
"Huh?"
"A gift. For your date. Ahh.. Is it not customary here? Most people present gifts, like flowers, or chocolates, no?" Shit.. Was that true? He just stood there, blinking about it. But what the hell would he even get for the blonde in such a short time? "Ahh, no worries, mi amico. I've got you covered. I went a little over board when I bought the corsages. So now I have too many. This one will match your suit, and this one will look fantastico on your boyfriend!" He moved over and pinned the small red flower to Amos's jacket, as he just watched.
"You really do know a lot about this kind of stuff.. Don't you?"
"Si. I do. I love the social scene, truly. Being around people is so energizing for me. Here, you can give him something special too." He blinked as a box was handed to him. "It's a watch. I was going to wear it, but... It didn't match."
"No.. I've given him one already." He shook his head and pondered for a few moments. "Can I use your kitchen?"
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It was another hour or so before he found himself before the blonde's dorm. Lucien had long since come to bother the blonde, getting him just as ready to go as he did for the albino, before leaving to go and find his own date. Amos stood there for a few moments, just looking at his feet. Why was he so nervous about this? It was just a stupid dance, right? Still.. Before now, they hadn't really been seen out together.. He shifted uncomfortably, tugging at the tux he was very unused to wearing. After he took a deep breath, he knocked on the door.
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Post by Michael Cousteau on Jun 15, 2017 16:29:44 GMT
While cuddling with Amos, Michael listened to his boyfriend speak about Lucien. The blonde managed a small smile as he kissed his head and got a bit more comfortable "I'm sorry he bothers you... I can see about making sure you don't have to be around him much." He spoke, yawning as he eventually closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep as well. ~~~~~~ A week had gone by and it was only a few hours until the dance would take place. Michael had become quite excited, if not nervous, when his boyfriend had told him that he would go should he not work that night. The blonde had went about his day like normal, well perhaps with a bit more of a smile than what he usually wore. He had also, eagerly, told Lucien about what Amos had relayed to him about going to the dance. Needless to say, the blonde was exceptionally happy to be doing something with his boyfriend, and out in public as well. He had been so cautious and wary about bringing their relationship out in public, but after a certain incident he'd rather not remember he figured he'd take the chance and show everyone he was dating the albino. He wanted people to know, whether they cared or not, that he was happy and not afraid to be seen with his albino boyfriend who was of a so different class than he was. ~~~~~~ Towards the end of the school day, Michael made a few more rounds to make sure no one was screwing around before he headed back to his own dorm to get ready. Lucien had come by to help him finish getting ready, to which the blonde was thankful for the albino's knowledge about this kind of stuff more than he was. Eventually the albino had gone off to go find his own date and Michael remained at his dorm nervously pacing around while he waited for Amos to arrive. It felt like forever when he heard a knock on the door. He paused in his pacing and turned to face the door, holding his breath for a few moments before he swallowed and fixed the tux he wore. After that he approached the door and opened it, freezing a little as he took in how Amos looked. He blinked and as a bright smile crossed his features with a light blush. "Amos... Y-you look really...handsome." He managed out, soon glancing away with a sheepish look as he chuckled slightly. He then glanced back over to him and stepped aside to let him in. "Er, I've.. I've got something for you, so..." He trailed off as he waited for the albino to enter the room before he shut the door and then quickly made his way over to his bedroom and disappeared inside of there. It took a few moments but he came back out with a wrapped box, a blush on his face as he set it down on the coffee table. "H-here... I, um, hope you like it..." He spoke, taking a seat on the couch beside his boyfriend as he was nervous if his boyfriend would like the gift he got for him or not. It wasn't much, but the blonde figured the albino would appreciate it. Word count. --- Tag: Amos Vang
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Post by Amos Vang on Jun 15, 2017 16:50:14 GMT
I felt the darkness as it tried to pull me down | [attr="class","scroll"] A dark blush stained his cheeks at being called handsome. He didn't really think so, but then again, he always thought himself as an average looking person, despite his unique features. "Huh?" Well.. Maybe it was a good thing that he listened to Lucien then... Seeing as how the blonde had a gift for him. "Y-you look.. Great too.." Then again, when didn't Michael look amazing? Always so well kept and finely suited. The albino stepped inside, the blush not ever leaving his face. "I uhh.. I've got.. Something for you too.." He pulled his hands out from behind his back and handed over a small, but fancy, drawstring bag, with the dark blue and white corsage flowers pinned to it. "Umm.. They're.. They're coffee beans... Dipped in.. Various... Chocolates.. You can just... Eat them." He had never made them for the boy before, and hoped with his extreme love of coffee, that perhaps he would enjoy them. Of course, when he finally managed to open the box that the blonde had given him, he wondered if perhaps he should have taken Lucien up on that watch...
"UWWWAAAAHH!? I CAN'T TAKE THIS!" The albino flopped onto the chair and just stared at the box for a moment before looking back towards the blonde. "I... I..." Fuck, he really should work on his thank yous. "Uwaaahhh! It's too much! I... Damn..." Now he felt really stupid somehow, like maybe he should've gotten hims something better than he did. "I... Thank you..." He just stared down at the spices, with such wonder in his eyes. Gods how he had been wanting them... He couldn't resist the urge to pop them open and sniff them, making tiny little satisfied noises as he did so. Gods... They were so good! "Waaa... I'm gonna have to make all the dishes in the world now!"
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Post by Michael Cousteau on Jun 15, 2017 17:07:25 GMT
Michael blinked and accepted the small but fancy drawstring bag with dark blue and white corsage flowers pinned to it. He opened it and looked inside, the delicious aroma of coffee beans and chocolate coming to him as his eyes widened. He looked up at Amos as he grinned, utterly happy with the gift he got. "These are amazing, Amos! Gods, it's going to be hard to make them last!" He piped up with a warm and happy laugh, pulling a bean out to eat it. Gods, it tasted great! He was damn lucky to have the albino with his cooking skills and all. He had to keep himself from just feasting on his new favorite treat as Amos opened his gift, soon grinning more at his boyfriend's reaction. He looked so adorable with the way he reacted over the spices and herbs...he loved it so much! He closed the drawstring back and took the corsage off to pin it to himself before he scooted closer to his boyfriend and reached into the box and pulled out a debit card. He turned it over in his hands before he offered it out to his boyfriend with a sheepish smile. "This.. Um, this is for you too... It's a debit card in your name. It has five-hundred dollars on it already... And more can be added on as well!" He spoke up, keeping his gift in his lap as he smiled towards his boyfriend. "And I'll buy every dish you make too! Because...they're worthy of being sold at any high-end restaurant in my opinion." Word count: --- Tag: Amos Vang
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Post by Amos Vang on Jun 15, 2017 19:42:21 GMT
I felt the darkness as it tried to pull me down | [attr="class","scroll"] "You... You know I can make more right...? Whenever you'd like..." Of course his voice was so soft and quiet about it he wondered if the blonde would even hear him. His boyfriend eventually moved over to sit near him and reached into the box to... to... "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!?" Okay, so maybe the albino wasn't really having that very much. "Nononono... I.. I can't accept! Īe(no)! I can't! Michael! That's way too much! The spices alone!" Okay so he was in total spaz mode now, standing and bowing and shaking his head. No way could he accept all of that!
It was about then that h was interrupted by a knock on the door. Amos shook his head and made his way over, looking through the little peep hole to see Lucien and his date. "Oh wow. She's really... Pretty..." It wasn't often that he thought that about girls, but this one was. "Er. Lucien's here." He opened the door and bowed a bit to the older albino and his blushing date.
"You boys gonna join us then? Or are we gonna be late?" Lucien smiled brightly at them both. "Ah, manners manners. Miyatsuki-chan, this is Amos and Michael."
"Uwaah. Hajimemashite Miyatsuki-chan. Namae wa Amosu desu." He bowed ever so politely, rather typical of Japanese customs, his native tongue flowing so perfectly from his mouth.
The girl's eyes lit up a bit and she smiled at him. "Hajimashite, Amosu-kun. Anata wa nihongo o totemo yoku hanashimasu.(you speak Japanese so well)."
"Heh. I'm from there. My mother is Japanese, but.. My father is.. Not." At least he figured with the name that he had received.
Lucien still managed to blink at him a bit. "Talented chef, dashing looks, beautiful musician, and multilingual!? Gods Michael... I might steal him for myself..." Of course Amos blushed a bit, and the girl giggled at the comment.
"So.. Uhh.. H-how did you two meet then?" Amos was a curious person after all.
"Oh, we've known each other awhile actually. Miya-chan's family and mine go back aways. I was actually pretty excited learning that she got into the academy. At least I can go with someone I sort of know, you know?" Amos nodded a bit and Lucien held his arm out for his date to take. "We should get going before they lock us out, no?"
"Aahh.. Unn." He nodded a bit in agreement, still internally dying at the gifts that Michael had presented him with. Amos held out his arm in a similiar fashion, waiting for Michael to take it before walking with him towards the dance. Shit.. This was really happening wasn't it?
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Post by Michael Cousteau on Jun 15, 2017 20:42:17 GMT
Michael blushed at Amos' reaction to the debit card, soon standing as he shook his head slightly. "It's in your name so I can't take it! All of it is yours!" He spoke, placing the card in the box with the spices again. "I know you don't like it when I try to buy things for you so... Use that instead! It won't be me paying for anything you want but you doing it yourself. I know you need the money too but I don't want you to feel like I'm just giving you charity money, so all of that is yours whether you use it or not." He told him, unable to hold back a chuckle at his boyfriend's actions. Gods he could be so adorable. However a knock on the door distracted him from his boyfriend, causing him to blink and look towards the door as the albino went to answer it. He set his coffee beans on the coffee table and blinked as he heard his boyfriend mention a girl being pretty. Oh? Now this was unusual, so she must have been eye-catching if she got Amos, who was in no way attracted to females, then she must have been something. He walked over just as Amos opened the door and smiled as he saw his friend with his date, who was in fact quite a pretty little thing. A light chuckle escaped the blonde at the albino's first words before he introduced them both to his date, to which Amos eagerly greeted her in his native tongue. The blonde bowed a little with a hand being placed over his heart while the other went behind his back. "My name is Michael Cousteau, it's a pleasure to meet you Miyatsuku-chan," he greeted. The blonde grinned then at Lucien's words in reaction to hearing Amos speak Japanese, a proud look entering Michael's eyes. "Heh, you'd think he was raised like us!" He praised a bit, glancing towards his boyfriend with a fond look. Though his attention moved back to Lucien and his date as Amos asked how they met, to which he was curious about as well. At the answer from Lucien, Michael gave a knowing nod. Even Michael could think of a few people that he knew for quite some time due to his family interacting with others. Though at the mention of them going to the dance already before they were locked out, Michael chuckled a little and nodded. "Oui, that would be best. Let us go then!" He agreed, stepping forward to give his boyfriend a smile before he took his boyfriend's arm and gave his cheek a kiss. And then they were off to the dance. ~~~~~~ Upon arriving at the location of where the dance was, Michael paused outside with his date for several moments, taking in the sounds and steeling his nerves for a few moments. Though he turned his head to look at Amos and gave him a reassuring smile, soon looking forward to lead the way into the building. "Let's have fun tonight, Amos. Nobody else matters enough to ruin it." He told him, glancing back to his albino partner once more. "We can leave in a few hours if you'd like to get away from all of this then. I won't force you to stay the entire time." Word count: --- Tag: Amos Vang
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