#hgfdfghfdfgdfg slaps the post button before i gtg to bed bc i gotta wake up in like 7 hours

[kindsnob]

"how're you always so stubbornly persistent?" (@routinestripes :3c)

——— " ...Persistent? " Ted echoed, the gears in his mind coming to a halt at that one question.

He rubbed the back of his neck. Opened his mouth and closed it again. He was stalling for time; he knew this. And then he let out a chuckle, but it was an awkward, hesitant sound that he didn't know what to do with. He was stubborn, in a way, he couldn't deny that. But hearing that coming from Ozzy... was way too nice for what Theodore Huxley deserved. It just didn't make sense to him.

——— " Um, well, I wouldn't call it that... " He trailed off, searching for the right words, " I guess it's more like-- Not being good at knowing when to quit, even when I should. "

Ted shrugged helplessly, plastering on a smile that looked more self-deprecating than happy. " I dunno why I'm like this. I just... can't stop trying, I guess. That's not really answering anything, though, is it? I'm sorry... I probably sound super pathetic. "