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 Posted: Sun Nov 04, 2018 7:02 pm
( backdated to 10/31 )He was curled up on the couch in Lysander's (his? their?) apartment, legs drawn up underneath himself, a pillow resting against his stomach, a book sitting atop the pillow. Emmett's head was tilted sideways to rest against the back of the couch, and the book was very interesting, but he wasn't quite taking anything that it actually said.
Mostly because he was distracted by the knowledge that it was Lysander's birthday and a) he hadn't actually known that before this morning, and b) he had yet to actually figure out what exactly he was supposed to have done for it. The only reason he had even known about it in the first place was because he'd seen a piece of mail proclaiming one free birthday sundae in bright red letters.
Emmett could not recall ever having celebrated birthdays properly before - his own, let alone someone else's. He hadn't ever really seen the point, but it felt...special somehow, this time. Lysander was a very important part of his life, and he had taken Emmett in, cared for him, made sure he was okay. Let him stay here at his (their?) place while Emmett got used to being...well, Emmett.
It felt strangely uneasy. Emmett's eyes were slightly unfocused, staring into nothing, a tell tale frown on his face as he contemplated the situation at hand.
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Posted: Mon Nov 05, 2018 2:44 pm
[ Text to Emmy ] Hey darling, be home in about twenty. Boss tossed me out of the office cause she remembered i'm not supposed to work todayLysander sent a text off to Emmett before shutting off his computer and shooing his boss out of his office so he could leave like she kept pestering him to do. She was more concerned with his birthday than he was but he wasn't really going to complain about her telling him to take the rest of the day off. He'd never really cornered himself with birthdays. He got used to it when he was a kid and never got to actually celebrate his birthday on the actual day. No one was going to a birthday party on Halloween unless it was a Halloween party and that got old after the first time. So he hadn't bothered to telly anyone, or remind anyone, that it was in fact his birthday.
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Posted: Tue Nov 06, 2018 10:15 am
He read the text with a faint flush to his cheeks, both at the nickname and the monniker. Emmett still wasn't used to either, though it had become a routine; it felt more intimate than he was used to, more...private. He had not ever experienced that sort of thing before.
It would not take that long for Lysander to be home, though Emmett still hadn't quite decided what he was going to do for him. If he was going to do something for him. He absently turned the phone over in his hands, mentally running through a list of possibilities, then wondered if Lysander would even want anything done for him.
He liked him. A lot. More than he had ever liked anyone before, at least that he could recall, and in spite of his convoluted, hazy, confusing memories. He wanted Lysander to be happy, but Emmett was not experienced in how exactly to go about doing that.
Maybe he was overthinking it.
Probably.
He sent a text back.
Text to Lysander: Okay.
And then, after a moment, he painstakingly typed out the "<3" that he had seen other couples add to texts (they were a couple, weren't they?) and sent that too.
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Posted: Tue Nov 06, 2018 3:20 pm
[ Text to Emmy ]Have you had lunch yet? Wanna go get something if you havent?He was pretty sure Emmett had spent most of the morning on the sofa where he'd left him but there was the chance that he could have gotten up to get lunch already. Lysander hoped he hadn't so they could go get something good but if he had it wasn't like there wasn't food at the condo. He could eat something there. It was still funny to him though how Emmett texted. He knew the other man wasn't all that familiar with that sort of thing so it was cute in a way how he did it. It was also cute how he seemed to often send things as an afterthought. He'd probably have to explain to him at some point he didn't have to put on a show for him.
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Posted: Wed Nov 07, 2018 4:17 pm
This was another text he contemplated for a while, debating on what to answer. Lysander would have grown used to the long silences by now when it came to anything electronic; Emmett was a careful and meticulous responder, even by text, and he took a great deal of time to compose whatever he wrote.
Did he want to go out to lunch? Shouldn't he be doing something for Lysander instead of the other way around?
Emmett considered this, then replied.
Text to Lysander: Lunch would be great. Where should I meet you?
And then, again, because he was pretty sure it was the right thing to do, he sent another text with the same "<3" symbols.
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Posted: Wed Nov 07, 2018 4:36 pm
[ Text to Emmy ] How about the sandwich place on the corner? Wont take me too long to get thereThe little shop was family owned and did some of the best sandwiches in the city, as far as he was concerned. They also offered salads and whatever soup of the day they decided to make so it was always a good place for lunch when you didn't know what you wanted. Plus at this time of day no one ever stayed there to eat so if they did sit there it would be quiet enough despite the place selling a lot at lunch time. Plus if they were out and Emmett wanted to explore or go for a walk or something they could do that easily enough. When he noticed the second text he laughed, sending back an emoticon of a beating heart knowing Emmett wouldn't know how to send that back but would like it either way,
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Posted: Wed Nov 07, 2018 4:53 pm
For some reason, the little emoticon of a heart that was sent back to him made him flush a little, Emmett's cheeks flushing slightly. He replied with something nondescript, but accurate - Meet you there - and then slowly unfolded himself from the couch to get ready.
His mind kept reverting back to the question of what to do. What to say. What was supposed to happen when your...whatever Lysander was...had a birthday that you hadn't known about. Emmett pulled on a fawn colored jacket and wound a dark blue scarf around his neck, frowning in thought, and then finally made his way out the door and down the stairs.
The corner shop was easily accessible, only a block or two away. Emmett made it within minutes, standing outside in the frigid air, instead of inside, scarf tugged up over his face, his hands in the pockets of his jackets.
He still had no ideas.
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