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Well. That sends a pleasant shiver up Kyle's back.
He looks over at David with almost painful sincerity. "It's your BIRTHDAY. Even if I couldn't have seen you, I could have called. Sent a card. Hired a strip-o-gram. Something. Instead I got your best friend texting me about what a shitty boyfriend I am for forgetting."
“The only strip-O-gram I want is you,” David assured Kyle. “And I’ll talk to Tommy. But I was intending to wait until your life let up an bit more to make it up to us both. Speaking of: classes tomorrow. Should I ask a teleporter to come by to get you back to campus?”
"Don't." He holds a hand up. "Nope, stop right there. One: no worrying about me and my classes. This is David's night. I won't have it.
"Two: please don't talk to Tommy. He did me a favour, telling me. Even if it was partly because he was pissed. He talked to your boss to help make this happen." With he HATES to admit, all things considered.
“I’m thinking about tomorrow. I can’t not do that. I think,” David shrugged. So he will worry about tomorrow and classes.
Still, David was impressed to hear Tommy helped. He bit his lips to keep from pointing out that Tommy had never remembered it when it mattered. Better not to compare the two.
Kyle nods. "It was, but." He struggles with the truty for a moment, but he can't lie. That's always been his problem. "He loves you, David. He was protecting you."
“I’ll try. But you better believe I’ll ask in the morning,” David warned his boyfriend. “Now, hotel for water for the flowers, or right to food? I’m not picky on that.”
Ugh. Not the L word. He didn’t want to hear that in relation to Tommy. So David chose to ignore it.
Small doesn’t bother David. Or old. Or ghosts. Small is cozy. Old is quaint. Ghosts are real and he knows how to deal with them. It’s Kyle that matters.
And that is why David is still beaming when his boyfriend comes back down.
David winked and went to one knee, clear instruction that Kyle should hop on. Come on, they both know he's the stronger one, let him do this. It's fun.
David laughed and curled his arms under Kyle's legs, holding him easily as he straightened.
"Arms around my neck," he instructed, smiling, laughter in the edge of his voice but not fully there. And then he was walking. He thought he remaindered a lovely little shop around here, from Remy's mind.
"I'm happy because I'm with you," David answered as he kept them going down the street. Almost there. Just one more corner to turn to the best sandwich and chip place in the city.
"And maybe because of the Club. Fuck, man, I can't even begin to explain how excited I am for this."
"This is really special," David promised, smiling as he grabs Kyle's hand and pulls him toward the door of the restaurant. "I've never done this before."
"You really should. I want a bite," David asked as he moves to grab a menu. "Remy's memory says this place is great for lunches. And not too expensive. I want to try something like a dry rub."
Kyle snickers. "I'll give you a dry rub," he mutters.
The place is the sort where you order at the counter and then find a seat. The gentleman behind the counter is huge and jovial and calls Kyle 'red' and David 'brother.' The table they sit at is yellow formica, and the seats are hard. Kyle takes David's hand when they sit.
You're bad. David's face says 'you're horrible'. But he moves on to the order and smiles, talking with an accent that is all creole when he orders. When it's over he's happy to move with Kyle, settlign into a seat and leaning against him.
"Remy," David confirms with a nod. "I can replicate just about any accent actually. It's one thing I get from everyone I meet. I do really good impressions."
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11/4/21 23:14 (UTC)He looks over at David with almost painful sincerity. "It's your BIRTHDAY. Even if I couldn't have seen you, I could have called. Sent a card. Hired a strip-o-gram. Something. Instead I got your best friend texting me about what a shitty boyfriend I am for forgetting."
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11/4/21 23:19 (UTC)(no subject)
11/4/21 23:35 (UTC)"Two: please don't talk to Tommy. He did me a favour, telling me. Even if it was partly because he was pissed. He talked to your boss to help make this happen." With he HATES to admit, all things considered.
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11/4/21 23:37 (UTC)Still, David was impressed to hear Tommy helped. He bit his lips to keep from pointing out that Tommy had never remembered it when it mattered. Better not to compare the two.
“But the idea was yours. Credit where due.”
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11/4/21 23:42 (UTC)Kyle nods. "It was, but." He struggles with the truty for a moment, but he can't lie. That's always been his problem. "He loves you, David. He was protecting you."
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11/4/21 23:45 (UTC)Ugh. Not the L word. He didn’t want to hear that in relation to Tommy. So David chose to ignore it.
“Friends watch each others’ backs.”
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12/4/21 00:03 (UTC)Kyle gnaws at his lower lip. There's a shadow across David's expression, but he's not sure he should ask.
Probably not.
The hotel is indeed very close, very old, and very small. Kyle runs the flowers up, leaving David alone only for a moment.
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12/4/21 00:08 (UTC)And that is why David is still beaming when his boyfriend comes back down.
“So... piggy back ride to dinner?”
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12/4/21 01:39 (UTC)"If I fall over, I apologize."
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12/4/21 01:44 (UTC)David winked and went to one knee, clear instruction that Kyle should hop on. Come on, they both know he's the stronger one, let him do this. It's fun.
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12/4/21 01:58 (UTC)"Onward!"
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12/4/21 02:00 (UTC)"Arms around my neck," he instructed, smiling, laughter in the edge of his voice but not fully there. And then he was walking. He thought he remaindered a lovely little shop around here, from Remy's mind.
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12/4/21 02:27 (UTC)"Tonight is right for love you know...
I wanna touch you where the lights don't go..." he warbles.
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12/4/21 02:31 (UTC)"I've never heard that before."
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12/4/21 03:35 (UTC)"Oh, it's one of the songs Chef sung for us as kids, that's all." He kisses David's ear.
"I'm do glad you're happy."
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12/4/21 03:37 (UTC)"And maybe because of the Club. Fuck, man, I can't even begin to explain how excited I am for this."
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12/4/21 03:46 (UTC)"I just... wanted to do something special for you."
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12/4/21 04:13 (UTC)"I'm so trying alligator."
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12/4/21 04:40 (UTC)The place is the sort where you order at the counter and then find a seat. The gentleman behind the counter is huge and jovial and calls Kyle 'red' and David 'brother.' The table they sit at is yellow formica, and the seats are hard. Kyle takes David's hand when they sit.
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12/4/21 04:44 (UTC)"Hey. You know I've never been to N'or'lins?"
He says it like a native.
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12/4/21 05:07 (UTC)At least of accents.
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12/4/21 06:06 (UTC)"I'm so lucky to have you, dude. You know I know that, right? That i know how good you are?"
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Posted byoh wow just realizing that Kyle's a SMIDGE older than David
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