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yo my muses are sleeping

all of them

so im gonna skedaddle and stuff

holdtoday:

takemexaway:

”..Ye’h..” he agreed, and again with a nod, “sure, c’mon.” In silence, he shuffled himself— along with Alfons, as he still grasped his hand— to the pair of nearby chairs. Hesitating for a moment, he let go, and sat down.

It was great to see Edward smiling like that. While small, it was real. And anything real was surely adored. Alfons sat himself down carefully. His muscles always hurt. It was a lack of oxygen that usually made them ache so. A little sigh left him when he sat down, and turned to him. “I missed hanging out with you.”

“Ye’h.. ‘s been a long time, y’know, and—” he paused, “seems like it, ‘nyway.” Edward shifted his position a bit, so that he was turned somewhat to the side and could easier look at his friend.

It was awesome, though— seeing him, and the thought of the both of them doing well (as well as they could manage, anyway), kept his smile going.

He enjoyed smiling, when it was real.

holdtoday:

takemexaway:

“Mhm,” he agreed, slowly his fingers latching onto the other’s hand, then intertwining said fingers with Alfons’s, “an’.. guess y’could say that. Stuff’s been.. okay.”

Okay. The word seemed like a blessing. He exhaled softly, squeezing the palm warmly. “I’m glad.” He muttered. “More than glad.” He looked to some chairs. His chest hurt still. “Y’wanna sit down?”

”..Ye’h..” he agreed, and again with a nod, “sure, c’mon.” In silence, he shuffled himself— along with Alfons, as he still grasped his hand— to the pair of nearby chairs. Hesitating for a moment, he let go, and sat down.

holdtoday:

takemexaway:

”..Guessin’ tha’s s’posed t’be good.” Which, well, it was, in a sense— but that didn’t necessarily clarify whether or not Alfons was well. It still, however, meant he was trying.

And trying was good.

Not only that, but he liked seeing Alfons smile.

“M’kay.”

“It is good.” Alfons assured. He was silent a brief moment. “Very good.” He gently reached for the other’s hand. “How is it in Edward verse?” He asked.

“I mean, like, have you just been working a lot or?”

“Mhm,” he agreed, slowly his fingers latching onto the other’s hand, then intertwining said fingers with Alfons’s, “an’.. guess y’could say that. Stuff’s been.. okay.”

holdtoday:

takemexaway:

”..M’too, really,” he cleared his throat, “an’ ‘m.. y’know, decent?” A shrug.

“How y’doing, by th’way?”

Really. He liked the really on the end like some people liked cherries ontop of things. Alfons couldn’t help but smile.

“I’m uh. Working on it.” 

”..Guessin’ tha’s s’posed t’be good.” Which, well, it was, in a sense— but that didn’t necessarily clarify whether or not Alfons was well. It still, however, meant he was trying.

And trying was good.

Not only that, but he liked seeing Alfons smile.

“M’kay.”

holdtoday:

takemexaway:

“‘Fons..” he exhaled, his smile remaining small but not unusually so. “An’ he’s pr’tty good. Think he misses y’too.”

Alfons managed a smile all his own. “I miss you.” He announced. “How’ve you been? I feel like I haven’t seen you in months.”

”..M’too, really,” he cleared his throat, “an’ ‘m.. y’know, decent?” A shrug.

“How y’doing, by th’way?”

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holdtoday:

takemexaway:

“Uh, ye’h, ‘s been s’metime since ‘ve been.. ‘ere, ‘n all.” A pause. “Hey.”

“Stuff’s been.. nuts. ‘Sides, Allen’s a handful. Y’know, babies ‘n stuff..”

“Hey.” He’d been guilty of not being here and being-other-places.

Bad places.

Bad decisions.

“How is the little fella’ ‘nyways? I miss’m.”

“‘Fons..” he exhaled, his smile remaining small but not unusually so. “An’ he’s pr’tty good. Think he misses y’too.”

Heh.

I know you would, ‘Fons.

I.. thanks.

Uh, right back at you.