Roof - Sunday Morning - 1-27-08

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He'd had an odd night.

The whole experience in the in the common room had left him thinking too much and he'd ended up pulling the great black cloak down from it's hanger and using it for a blanket. It had left him with strange, hazy dreams that it made him blush to think of and waking up had been almost more refreshing than sleeping.

Hence why he was on the roof, wrapped in the cloak Karal had given him, sitting and watching the sun behind the clouds. He needed some air, would have gone flying... except he thought it might worry Teddy so soon. And he really needed to learn how to deal with things normally. After all, what would happen when he moved to some other place where such a thing wasn't allowed?

Thus the roof.

Which, really, was nice enough.

[ooc: waiting for someone specific, but as roofs are, nice and open]

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He pulled Andrew the rest of the way 'til the other boy was resting on him. It was less awkward, more sure.

"I didn't want to upset you anymore."

But I missed you.

"But I missed you," he said after a minute.

And today, I wanted you to kiss me.

But he didn't say that.

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Andrew settled his head against Liir's shoulder.

"I missed you, too," he said. "I would like it, I mean, unless you don't want to, but I would like it if we could be friends."

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"Of course," he said.

"Of course," he said more softly.

"I definitely want to be friends."

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"That's good," he replied, feeling a little of the weight lift off his shoulders.

Andrew wasn't sure where to take the conversation from here. He didn't want to burden Liir with the details of yesterday, and he didn't want to just launch into one of his random tangents like he normally would because it somehow seemed insincere.

Instead, he just stayed quiet and enjoyed the closeness and the view.

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He didn't want to say anything. It was a perfect moment, and he drank it in for what it was, the feel of Andrew and the scent and the warmth and everything that was this moment. He remembered it then and kept it and stored it in the safest place possible.

Then he spoke, before he did something stupid. Especially since he wouldn't be able to blame Peter's dancing.

"I did laundry," he said. "Yesterday."

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"Yeah? Did you get someone to show you how to use the machines or did you just figure it out on your own?" he asked.

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He shuddered at the very thought.

"I got a soap and a scrub brush and washed them," he said, looking a little perturbed. Did everyone just do everything by tick tock? A stove was simple enough, just gas or wood set aflame with a metal rack to cook on. But something to wash your clothes?

"In the bathroom. On my hall."

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"Really?" The thought made Andrew smile and chuckle a little. "Well they smell very clean," he said, nosing his shoulder a little. "Not that they shouldn't or anything. I'm sure washing them by hand is very effective."

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"These aren't the ones I cleaned," he admitted with a faint blush. "These are my clothes from when I came. I try to keep the nice things for class and work."

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"If you want me to show you how to use the machines sometime, I will. They save you time, which seems to be something we're obsessed with here. Or," he added as a second thought, "if you wanted to show me how to wash my clothes by hand sometime, that could be kinda cool."

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"I'm fine with my scrub brush," he admitted. "And if you'd like to learn, I suppose I could show you."

He thought he should add something to sweeten the lesson.

"And those cookies, if you'd like. They're simple, but if you liked them, I could show you. Unless you already know how to make cookies like that."

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"I've never seen cookies like that," Andrew said, "and I would love to learn how to make them. They were really tasty."

He reached over and placed a hand on Liir's knee, it was a calculated move, and he was totally prepared to pull it away if the other boy seemed at all uncomfortable.

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Anything but. In fact, it made him smile. He slipped his own hand over Andrew's.

"Miss Lulu's are better, but I didn't have time to get the hazelnuts and get them chopped up."

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Andrew smiled and shook his head gently. This was going so much better than what he had kept imagining.

"It's all a mater of taste. Your cookies were much prettier. Almost too lovely to eat."

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He didn't have anything to say to that, so instead he slipped his arm between Andrew's back and the cloak and gave a brief squeeze, letting his head rest on Andrew's shoulder now.

"So," he said, not moving for the moment, "when did you want to-- I'm pretty clear, schedule-wise. So whenever is good for you."

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He was very glad they were going to be friends. Very hands on kind of friends. He was fine with that. Very fine.

Andrew nuzzled the top of Liir's head and then rested his cheek agasint it. It just seemed like the thing to do.

"I'm pretty flexible. What are you doing on Tuesday, like after class?"

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Oh.

Oh.

Joy.

"Teaching you to wash clothes and make cookies," he said. And he barely recognized his own voice. It was softer and slower, relaxed and on a slightly lower register.

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Andrew laughed. "So do I need to bring anything other than dirty clothes and a positive attitude?" he asked.

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He shook his head.

"I've still got some of the candies left from the last time and the flour and everything," he said. "So unless you'd like a different color, there's not much else you'll need."

The ones at Kiamo Ko had been clear, since they'd only had sugar. He'd done the color since he'd thought it would look nice.

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"I thought the color was very nice," Andrew commented. "I don't see any reason to mess with perfection."

And, quite without thinking of it, Andrew turned and kissed the top of Lirr's head.

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He leaned up against Andrew's lips, just a little, and felt himself drift for a moment. Out of his body, beside himself (quite literally) watching himself cuddled up with Andrew. It was nice to see. It was entirely nice.

After a second, he threw himself back into the right place and gave Andrew a faint squeeze.