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Dinner and beer, then.

[He kisses David's neck once.]

Maybe Rocket League. Who knows.

[hardlydead]

[ he tilts his head to encourage a lil more of that. ]

I wouldn't trust me with a game, might break your controller.

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They're cheap online.

[Dismissive. He does take that cue, though, sweeping a soft line up the slope of his throat.]

[hardlydead]

[ oh. that really is super distracting. it takes david an extra moment or two to notice jeff said anything. ]

Dinner and beer and Rocket League then. Sounds nice.

[outerfringe]

[And then all the way back down, a cautious little scrape of teeth at the juncture of David's neck and shoulder.]

What're we doing at your place?

[hardlydead]

[ well that gets a noise in response that david tries to hide behind clearing his throat. extremely rude. ]

Honestly? [ he laughs a little ] Probably would've tried to get you into bed by now.

[ like why else would he invite someone to his place anyway? ]

[outerfringe]

[David will probably feel more than hear the surprised little snort.]

On the second date, huh.

[hardlydead]

Yeah?

[ he is very much Not A Romantic sorry jeff ]

[outerfringe]

[He doesn't seem Bothered. Kind of amused, if anything, and he hopes that comes through when he nips at that same spot on his neck.]

Date or a hookup?

[hardlydead]

[ his breath catches at that nip ]

It can't be both?

[ david frowns a little, thinking. ]

I'm a shit cook, I'd take you out for dinner. So if we were at my place...

[outerfringe]

[He is extremely aware of that little hitch of breath. He doesn't want to risk leaving a mark, so he shifts just enough to pay equal attention to the other side of David's throat.]

No board games to play, then.

[hardlydead]

[ he laughs like the idea of having board games in his flat is funny ]

No board games, no

[outerfringe]

[Jeff leans up then, kisses that laugh to silence with a bit of an abruptness.]

Then I'll bring you a couple.

[He'd been lonely, sure, but David's loneliness feels - worse.]

[hardlydead]

[ the kiss surprises him, does indeed make him go silent, and he takes a moment before he replies. ]

I promise not to spill beer on them.

[outerfringe]

[Jeff goes silent in turn, his brow furrowing slightly even as he remains basically inches from David's face. Finally, he'll mumble-]

Pretty sure I already have.

[hardlydead]

[ he snorts and it turns into a full laugh as he looks back at jeff. ]

That's fine, they're yours.

[outerfringe]

I guess.

[He ducks his head, hiding his own smile at the laughter.]

You're gonna be shocked when I actually show up at your place, huh.

[hardlydead]

Probably.

[ though the idea of jeff carting over some boardgames from canada just to play with him is almost unbearable with how sweet it is. ]

[ better deflect ]

Haven't even given you my address for starters.

[outerfringe]

[He squirms enough to return his forehead to David's shoulder.]

Yeah? I better memorize it. Probably won't be able to take a notebook outta here.

[hardlydead]

[ god he's so cute, david just wants to squeeze him real good. ]

Suppose if you just walk into some seedy pub and say you're lookin' for David King, that'll work too.

[outerfringe]

That when you show up so we can brawl?

[hardlydead]

Shit, you figured me out.

[outerfringe]

[If they make it home, he's gonna do it. He's going to find David, even if it just ends up being terrible follow through on an awful joke.]

Can't figure out what to make of you.

[hardlydead]

[ the image flits through his mind, of jeff in some shitty overpriced bar, some gormless freak keeping an eye on him until david shows up. the idea of being able to see him in a real place, where things make some kind of sense and they aren't tasked to try desperately not to die every other day. it makes his throat dry out and he swallows, unsure if that's bad or good. ]

[ he exhales through his nose, looking at jeff, eyebrows raised in confusion. ]

I'm not complicated.

[outerfringe]

[It's a strange thought. Going back to reality, seeing these people face to face when the stakes were lower. When they had a shot at normalcy. (Or would they even have that? How were any of them meant to have a peaceful night's rest knowing they might wake back up by an ever-burning campfire?)

He shakes it off.]

Most people aren't. Just meant- you're different than how I thought you were. And I'm kind of sorry I didn't try to get to know you sooner, I guess. I'm gonna kiss you again so I stop making shit weird.