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          tag drop //

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“Sorry, were you sleeping?”

          late afternoon light spills into his tiny bedroom; hence why his head’s hidden under the covers. he awoke to the other’s footsteps entering the apartment, trying to ignore it, praying it wasn’t some crazed axe murderer – and if it was, he hoped they’d get the job done quickly. but his boyfriend’s voice fills the room and it’s enough motivation to push the blankets away. ❝ no, ❞ he murmurs, voice thick with sleep. ❝ been awake this whole time, dunno what you’re talkin’ about. ❞ emery stretches, immediately reaching out for jonah. ❝ c’mere, what’re you doin’ ? ❞

            meme. / accepting.

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“Is that my shirt?”

          fingers curl into the hem of the over-sized t-shirt, emery’s shoulder resting against the door frame as he stands. an almost shy smile finds its way to his lips, eyes downcast for a moment. ❝ um, yeah. it is. ❞ he looks up, raising a brow as he watches the other. ❝ is that okay ? ‘cause, um, ❞ he crosses the room to jonah, crawling into bed and kissing his cheek. ❝ i can change ? ❞

               meme. / accepting.

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❛ you’re all wet. ❜

          ❝ well, i walked home, ❞ he states, tone less than pleased as he peels his wet jacket from his arms. he sets it over the back of a kitchen chair, hands running through his damp hair to get it out of his eyes. ❝ and it started raining halfway to the house. as you know, beau was supposed to pick me up, apparently something got in the way. he said he’d call you. maybe he got too busy to do so. ❞ he toes off his boots, setting them just outside the door that leads to their garage. ❝ i’m gonna go change and dry off. and probably take a nap. dunno why you insist on sending people for me, but i’m a big boy, dad. trust me. ❞

               meme. // accepting.