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[flirtatioustea]

August 8th

[So it's Laslow's birthday.

Yay.

He finds a park in Edge and just sort of. Flops on the nearest bench after work at a nearby club where he dances. There's still some kids playing, but they're far enough that Laslow can stare into the middle distance and not be considered a creep]

Some birthday.

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[werehusband]

G... good! B... but please don't cry!

[He moves his hands to Laslow's cheeks to brush away the tears.]

Only happy thoughts today, okay?

[flirtatioustea]

[He laughs a little, reaching up to cover Keaton's hands with his own]

They're good tears, I promise you. You're amazing, Keaton.

[werehusband]

H... heh... you really mean that?

[His tail starts wagging a bit now.]

No one ever tells me that...

[flirtatioustea]

You did all of this for me. It's been years since someone went to all this trouble just for my birthday.

[Oh noooo it's cute.]

[werehusband]

Everyone should have a good birthday, right?

[Faster wagging, and Keaton's face is all red.]

[flirtatioustea]

They should.

[He leans up and presses a kiss to Keaton's cheek]

[werehusband]

[His face heats up more and he moves Laslow's face... and without a word, kisses him right on the lips for only a second.]

[flirtatioustea]

[Oh.

Laslow blinks, red, and chuckles]

You know, I told a very cute young girl that I was taken today when she tried to flirt with me.

[werehusband]

Oh... wait... does that mean... we're dating?

[flirtatioustea]

If you'd like to be, I...wouldn't mind giving it a chance.

[werehusband]

I... I'd really like to...

[flirtatioustea]

Then we are. It's been almost two months now, I've had plenty of time to think it over. And I haven't had tea with a single cute girl.

[werehusband]

So, then... I should claim you as mine?

[aka sex. lots of sex. lots of sweaty, hardcore, rough sex.]

[flirtatioustea]

...the way you say that makes me wonder what you mean, Keaton.

[werehusband]

...Humans call it sex?

[right? right.]

[flirtatioustea]

...oh.

[He is so red right now.]

I. Ah. Hm. I should, ah, probably tell you that I....have never...with anyone.

[werehusband]

I haven't either! But it... it feels like the right time.

[Right?]

[flirtatioustea]

I...perhaps. But after dinner and everything, yes? You got me a cake, Keaton, and I would like to eat it.

[werehusband]

...Oh... I... I forgot to buy dinner... and I ran out of money...

[Shit, he failed, didn't he?]

[flirtatioustea]

Then I will buy dinner. And tea.

[werehusband]

A... are you sure? It's your birthday, you shouldn't have to buy that.

[flirtatioustea]

I'm sure. After all, it's our money. I'm not making it just for me--we live together and you would hate working here.

[werehusband]

...Sorry...

[flirtatioustea]

Don't be. That's what we do when we're thrown into strange new worlds: we help and support each other however best we can.

[werehusband]

...Am I doing a good job at that?