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Posted: Mon Sep 17, 2018 2:14 pm
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Posted: Mon Sep 17, 2018 2:32 pm
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Surprising, how a hangout can go from disaster to delightful in the span of a couple hours.
After Mahmud's embarrassing attempt to smother Deimos, and their heart to heart, both boys had gone back to doing activities together. For Mahmud, that had always been easy. Easygoing, he was happy doing whatever the other person wanted to do. If Deimos wanted to go for a hike out in the woods, that was fine by him. If he wanted to stay at home, that was fine too. Just as long as they were close together, that's all that really mattered.
So as they had a lull period in their activities, Mahmud nestled into the observatory's piles of pillows to look in his notebook. There were far more shameful bits in this one than he remembered, in just how sappy he'd been with his two... well... Poe was still his friend. Static it was unsure. Anyways, sappy with how he'd been with his exs' and his poetry. Euch.
"Deimos, you got a writing implement?" he called out. No matter how cringeworthy some of this stuff was, he wouldn't dare get rid of them. No, he had to write something even better inside. That way he could make up for the sins of his past.
Seriously, why did he try to rhyme "plunge" with "sponge"? Gross.
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