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untruemu · 11 years ago

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I DID IT

TW: None Pairing: TrueCanadian/BajanMU

Mitch doesn't expect Jason's reaction when he brings the alien to an ice rink. He also didn't expect the fact that no one bat an eyelash to the suited man who is suddenly skating with them without any sort of roller-skate on.

"Oh, we have these on my home planet!" Jason had said before suddenly taking off into the ice.

"Jay- Jason!" Mitch calls out to him now, but he can't just run into the rink without slipping on his butt and being told off for walking on ice without the proper gear. "Jeez, are aliens always this hasty?" he mutters to himself as he pays to rent a pair of ice skates.

Soon enough, Mitch hits the ice as well. It's a surprisingly big rink, and he doesn't spot Jason right away. The canadian warms up by doing a round or two around edges where most of the children clung to with their big coats and long scarves. He's aware of his increasingly pink cheeks because of the drop in temperature, but this is one of the few places where he feels that he is in his element, so he carries on ahead.

"Found you!" he exclaims when the alien is in sight, making what seems to be complicated patterns out of ice, etched and shaved kind alike. Mitch nearly tackles Jason, and they both fall onto their butts anyway.

"Hey!" the translator distorts for a bit because of the impact, and it's so weird hearing what sounds like a human voice talk an alien language. They both stand, awkward and slightly hobbling to the edge of the rink to find something stationary to hang on to.

"You don't just take off into the rink like that!" Mitch berates him, waving his hands and nearly, nearly losing his balance again, were it not for Jason holding him steady with a hand on his waist.

"Hey lovebirds!" the two look at a random stranger who shouts at them. Curly hair, gold amulet, and black jacket that screams 'douchebag' clasps his hands and puts it around his mouth. "Keep the quarrelling off the rink!"

Mitch looks at the guy weirdly before shaking his head and looking at Jason again. "Just… don't be so hasty sometimes, okay?"

Jason nods slowly. "Okay," and slowly takes his hand off Mitch's waist. He's trying very hard to convince himself that he doesn't like it and he doesn't want it and he doesn't miss it. Nope, not in the very least.

They do a few rounds on their own until Mitch is fighting the tremors on his body just to get to Jason. "J-J-J-Jay," he says, putting his hands on Jason's shoulders, hoping the alien gets what he's saying before he falls again. "W-w-w-e need t-to leave n-n-n-n-ow."

"No problem!" Jason says nonchalantly and skates them both off the rink, with Mitch behind him, hands on his waist.

They go to a cafe near the rink, warm and cozy, and two hot chocolates making fog gather up on the glass panes. "Why were you doing that thing with your consonants there earlier?" Jason asks out of the blue.

Mitch reaches out for his hot chocolate before answering. "That, Jason, is called stuttering. It can happen either by genetics or by a sudden drop in body temperature. I don't know what you guys have in those suits," he eyes the blue outfit for a moment. "But we humans don't normally shield ourselves from the cold or heat with advanced technology. We leave that to the spacemen."

"Spacemen are like me, correct?" Jason asks, unconsciously putting his hand on the logo on the front of where his pockets are supposed to be.

"Yup!" Mitch replies, blowing on the hot chocolate to let off a bit of the heat. "So we have this tendency to be more susceptible to body temperature change because - well, we aren't as protected. I'm used to going out with my regular clothes in the cold with not much but a jacket, but even I have my limits."

Jason doesn't speak for a while, which gives Mitch enough time to drink his hot chocolate. "Yeah, it says here! Homo sapiens sapiens have a regular body temperature of 36 to 37 degrees celsius, and effects of sudden changes in body temperature can cause harmful and even destructive effects on their body."

Sometimes Mitch wonders why he even bothers domesticating the alien, and then he remembers a few of the incidents that have happened when he left him alone in the house with nothing but that damn encyclopaedia for company. Chaos.

The sudden brush of rough material brings Mitch back to the real world, nearly spilling the hot beverage on him. "Whoa!"

"I'm sorry," the alien says, withdrawing his hand. "Your body temperature still isn't in the normal range, just a few centidegrees shy of 36."

"No, no, it's okay," Mitch puts down his hot chocolate. "I can return to my regular body temperature on my own, it's a gradual process."

"But it's my fault you've had to wait around for me for a few more minutes than your body could handle! Just give me your hand," Jason pleads, stretching out his own. "Please, I want to be able to do something right, for once."

Mitch thinks about it for a moment or two before finally placing his own hand on the glove-like appendage of the suit. He looks outside the window and then suddenly hears whirrs and a 'shhhick' of what could be- a surge of warmth courses through his body. Jason lets his hand fall limp on the table.

"Wha- what did you do?" Mitch looks at his hand, long enough for the glass guard on the suit to reestablish itself again.

Jason's comms reestablish as well, the tail end of a cough making its way though a speaker. "I… in your human terms, kissed your hand. You seemed to produce the right reaction to it, so," he exhaled. "I made the liberties."

"Produced the right reaction to-… Oh, okay," Mitch freezes up for a moment.

"Did I do something wrong?"

"No, no you didn't, it's just…- nothing. I think that hot chocolate is cold enough to drink, you should try it."

Jason's looking at the cup as if it was something he hadn't seen before, and Mitch looks out the window to contemplate on what the alien's action implicated to him.. He’s falling in love with the freaking alien isn’t he? Dang it. God-dang it. Just his freaking luck, eh?

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