#hfghhggh sorry im not good at fluff. only gore /hj

[b0mblover]

is sorbet icecream?

By: J

i uh, kinda lost motivation at the end, so this is short as fuck.

buuut whatever, only like. 2 ppl will see this anyways

(im so sorry)

Lopt and mason were sneaking out of the building. it wouldn’t excatly matter too much if they were to grt caught, but, well- homophobia was rampent in the government, even if they werent “dating” two men going and getting something to eat together was seen as taboo.

Lopt said that this was masons “payment” for the files he was shown, though mason had a good feeling that was just an excuse.

walking down the street, lopts arm draped over masons shoulders, the warmth of another human(oids) body felt quit nice compared to the crisp autumn winds. 

lopt inhaled, 

“hey~ you uh, brought youre wallet. right dear~?”

he dragged out the ‘r’ on dear, attempting to be semi quite.

“i- what!? you just said i had to go! not pay!” 

mason annunciated some of his words, though never shouting as to not draw attention, they were getting looks already. 

it was around 5 pm so there was a fair number of people going home, from work, school, it didnt matter to either of them, all they cared about was their so called “Rendezvous” (although mason didnt see a reason in calling it that considering they were /already/ with each other opposed to meeting up somewhere-) 

after around 25 minutes of walking there seemed to be less people on the streets.

a pink haired teen here, a turquoise haired drug addict there, a red haired ghost- they felt alone enough to speak to one another.

“so” mason started in

“why did you let me see those files, for the price of buying you icecream?”

“i- oh no dear, i was just kidding about your wallet, i know freelance doesnt pay that much~”

“i-“ mason stammered

“first of all, im payed fine thank you very much. second of all, answer my question”

“ah-ah- whatever you say dear~ and to answer you, -does it matter? i mean truthfully- why does anyone do anything? you couldve easily manipulated me, hell you couldve gotten into my office without me ever knowing. but you never tried”

lopt shrugged at the end of his statment.

mason paused his walking a minute.

thinking of what his partner had just said.

“ahh- now dont be like that, just- focus on what icecream youre gonna get okay?”

lopt knew he wasnt really “good” at cheering anyone up.

-he felt slightly insecure about it-

mason sighed, mentally saving the idea for later, he knew lopt was correct, he wasnt gonna get anywhere overthinking it right now, 

—————

sitting on a random bench in a desolate playground,

they ate their icecream in silence, though, at least to mason it wasn’t uncomfortable. 

(i do not understand if sorbet is like. icecream or its own thing so 🤷)

mason had decided on lemom sorbet while lopt settled for chocolate icecream. even though it was cool out, it still was nice.

they threw away the cups they had ate out of before turning around to go home.

“hey would you care if i came home with you?”

mason, shockingly in a good mood, agreed, though knowing that this was a horrible idea.