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Adam stands by idly while the other backtracks for the tickets, a tiny enthused smile twitching up the corners of his lips. Once Matthieu gets back, he laughs. “Got it? Rad.” He beings to shuffle again towards the theater, distracting neon signs lighting up the entrance. “Seems fun --” he murmurs as they arrive to the ticket usher. Though, admittedly, his thoughts are distracted by the snacks behind the woman. “Guess snacks aren’t really needed at a dinner theater.”

Matt tagged along behind Adam quite like a duckling. When Adam stopped abruptly, he had to  avoid bumping right into him. He patted his pockets to try to feel for the tickets, but he couldn’t feel any so he stuck his fingers in his side pockets and his back pockets to find them empty. “Oh, yeah, I don’t have them. That would probably be an important thing to have,” he mumbled, turning to quickly retrieve the tickets.

#p: mat #mat: the force awakes

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#when adam is passionate oh boy is he passionate #development: musings

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matbieste:

Matt smiled at him as he got out of the car. “No problem,” he replied casually. He chewed on his lower lip a moment, standing awkwardly. He wasn’t sure if he should start walking, or wait for Adam to start, or what. He tried to revert back to his planning in his head, but he didn’t recall anything about actually walking to the movies. Just giving the tickets, finding the theater, during the movie, and so on. He had thought of intermediate conversation starters, but at later times, not right now. If he used those now, then what would he use later? His entire plan would crumble up. “Yep. Erm…” He scratched the back of his head and glancing at the ground unhappily. “I guess we should get going, so we are not late.”

Matthieu seemed to be acting... strangely? Adam cants his head to the side, appraising the other silently for a moment before he straightens up, giving the other a nod and a chuckle. “Yeah -- guess we should, Matthieu.” He starts their walk off, trying not to walk too fast (he was really excited for popcorn). “I think we should be fine.” He pauses for a second, stopping them in their tracks. “Oh -- wait, did I have the tickets? Or did I give them to you?” He thinks, trying to remember what they did with them in the car. “Was I supposed to keep track of those?” 

#matthieu #p: mat #mat: the force awakes #no i'm worse

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matbieste:

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“Yeah, I know I didn’t have to look nice,” Matt replied, taking his eyes off of the road for a moment to look at Adam. “I just wanted to.” He felt like at least an effort should be made. After all, it was the first date in months. Matt wanted to start out right and make this as special as possible, and just this once avoid the usual t-shirt and jeans combo. “The last thing I would want to do is make you uncomfortable, though. If you want me to, I can throw on that hoodie in the back seat or something. Whatever you would prefer.” He turned his eyes back onto the road to pull into the large parking lot, rows of cars separated by thin medians of trees. Pulling into an available space, Matthieu shut off the car and got out. The night was cold and crisp, a slight breeze enough to make the boy shiver. His breath was hot and visible when he heaved a sigh. The stars were out, but not overwhelmingly bright. Despite Matthieu’s typical collected demeanor, he was extremely nervous. In fact, it was probably good that it was cold, because otherwise he would be sweating. He wasn’t nervous to be around Adam, that definitely wasn’t it. He simply felt an overpowering obligation to make everything run smoothly and perfectly. No unforeseen bumps or turns. Matt had spent a good while lying in bed for the past couple of nights, rehearsing his actions in his head. As practiced, Matthieu strode over to Adam’s side of the car before the boy could get out, and opened the door for him.

The younger boy had been secretly pleased with how the other had dressed. Ever since they had called off dating, Matthieu seemed to stop caring about himself. However, he knew that this adjustment would only come with time, so it tickled him to see Matthieu sprucing himself up for their little date. "No, no! It's... it's nice. You look nice." Adam only initially mentioned it because he didn't dress especially nicely. He wore some new clothes he had gotten for Christmas, but it was generally the same stuff he normally wore. Though, he supposed, the winter made him dress a little bit nicer. Black corduroy slacks, with a green, vaguely festive sweater. No collar or anything. There was only a heavy bomber jacket for added protection against the cold. Once the other had pulled over, Adam felt his nerves begin to fester. It seemed so trivial, too. They had been so close at some point, and now how he felt and their interactions reminded him of when they first started dating. He was thinking of this right up until the other was opening the door for him, a little bit shocked by the gesture. "Oh --" he murmurs, stepping out of the car and into the chill evening air. "Thanks," Adam nods, then furrows a brow, glancing around for the tavern. Finally, his eyes fall onto a large venue with bright, neon signs. “Welp... found it.” 

#matthieu #mat: the force awakes #as in their force awakens am i right #p: mat

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matbieste:

It was so hard not to kiss him. It was actually legitimately difficult for Matt to keep to himself. He wished desperately that things were like they used to be so he could wrap his arms around Adam and hold him indefinitely like he used to. But that was out of the picture, and it made it bittersweet when he opened the envelope. “Yeah, I love it. Really.” 

Adam could very much say the same. It had become so instinctual that, for the first several times hanging out with Matthieu since they’ve broke up, he’s had to actively push aside natural thoughts to get closer to the other. “Are... are you sure? You don’t sound very... uh, enthused. I can’t return them if it’s  too much -- if, like... a date is too much.” He murmurs, feeling his cheeks and the tips of his ears quickly grow red.

#matthieu #p: mat #mat: merry christmatts #oh ISN'T IT CUTE #LIKE DINNER +MOVIE #also that gif is how adam feels on the inside

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matbieste:

Matthieu got a lot of joy out of watching Adam open his presents. He thought he picked them all pretty well, he’d given each one a lot of thought. Seeing any sign of the old smile on the boy’s face was rewarding enough, he didn’t need much more. “Yeah, a hug is more than okay,” he said, scooting over and leaning his upper body forward so that the two could embrace.

It wasn’t nearly as long as he liked, but the feeling was persistent. It was an old feeling. One that made him sleepy and happy, like cookies and milk. Once the two pull away, he’s left with a shy grin on his face. “I got you something too, and it should answer a few questions.” He pulls out an envelope from his back pocket. There wasn’t much written down besides his name written messily on the front of the envelope. Inside were two tickets for the Movie Tavern -- dinner and tickets to see a very popular film together that came out only recently. “I -- uh, hope you like it.”

#DIN DIN + STAR WARS #mat #p: mat #mat: merry christmatts

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matbieste:

“You go first.” Smiling, Matt placed the card on top of the pile of presents and sat on the couch adjacent to the armchair, watching Adam’s face excitedly. He really hoped that what he had gotten the other made him happy. That’s all he wanted.

“Me? Well -- alright.” Wide grin plastered on his face, he follows the other to the opposite end of the room. Presents were always a fun time; especially with Matthieu, he figured, since Matthieu knew so much about him. He starts with the card, and looks at each presents as he reads its description. “Aw, Matthieu. This is all so sweet.” He pauses, hesitant as he turns towards the other. “Is, uh... is a hug okay?”

#matthieu #mat: merry christmatts #p: mat

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matbieste:

“Merry Christmas,” Matt returned, and closed the door behind him. “Your presents are on the coffee table over there,” he nodded to the table situated before an armchair which faced towards the lit fireplace. “And your card is right here,” he added, holding up the envelope.

“Okay,” he says, glancing around the room. It all seemed very... neat. Very warm -- welcoming. It was nice, but it also made him sad, in a weird way. “Yours is in my back pocket. I don’t know if you’d like it very much, and I’m not really great with words, as you know...” He trails off, suddenly feeling a little bit bashful. “Should we take turns, or should one of us go first?”

#matthieu #p: mat #mat: merry christmatts #look that's just what he's wearing rn #a cute lil button down he cleaned up for this

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matbieste:

Hearing the familiar voice at his door, Matt hurriedly scooted from the couch to the door, twisting the knob and pulling it open. For a split-second, Matthieu leaned forward a few inches, almost as if he were to place a kiss on Adam’s cheek out of reflex, but he quickly- and with a small pinch somewhere in his chest- stopped himself. “Hey,” he said, stepping aside to let the boy in.

It’s been a while since he was in one of Matthieu’s room. They change it so often around WDU, so it’s not like you grow too attached before moving on, but still; he’s anxious regardless. The motion forward leaves a pang in his chest and a frown on his face, but he decides to quickly dismiss it. “H--...Hi. Merry Christmas.” He murmurs, forcing a small smile as he steps into the other’s room.

#matthieu #p: mat #mat: merry christmatts #im hilarious

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It was a bold move. His present could have been a disaster, but he was willing to take that risk. It was a pass/fail, and since he was already knocking on the door of the other’s dorm to meet up and exchange presents, it seemed like it was already too late. Thinking about the possibility of the other not liking his gift caused him to hide deeper into his hoodie as he waited for the other to answer. “Matthieu--” he calls out, looking through the peephole as if there were some chance he’d see the other on the other side. “It’s Adam!” 

#matthieu #p: mat #mat: merry chrismatts #get it #chris/matt/s

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“Speaking of which,” Matt perked up a little. “I bought you a few presents. Nothing extravagant, but you will get them on Christmas, I hope you like them. I didn’t know if you wanted anything specific…”

Adam’s cheeks were quick to flush with light red, perking up at the sound of the other getting him presents. “Y-You did?” He hadn’t thought that was happening -- since the other seemed so... distant lately, but it was definitely in his ability to shop at the last minute. 

#matthieu #c: mat

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anyone online who wants a starter or something?

#i high key dont wanna sleep #like this!! #ooc

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matbieste:

“Yep, I’m fine,” he replied, watching the boy take his seat. He gave him a small smiled to assure him, although not very sure himself. “So, er, how’s things?”

He wasn’t sure if that was a dismissive ‘I’m fine,’ or a real one. Either way, he doesn’t press. He shifts awkwardly in his seat, trying his best to seem as comfortable as possible. “Things are okay. Not too excited for the holidays, but, uh... I’m fine too, I guess.”

#matthieu #c: mat

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txt: adam.

GAVIN: oh fuck this

GAVIN: if i ask hallie, she'll make me actually do it and attempt at the class

GAVIN: no don't fight me. you're much bigger than me, you'll break my birdlike bones

ADAM: she sounds like a keeper ;0

ADAM: when i say "i feel like you wanna fight me," i mean with affection. fight with hugs. battle of the embrace

#gavin #txt: gavin #omfg rip im srry #also yes adam is low key rich too but #yes

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matbieste:

Matt’s jaw kept clenching and relaxing as he stood in line, pretending not to see any glance his way. “Okay, i’ll take your word for it.” His eyes were focused on the menu until it was his turn to order, and then when he did so, he moved aside to a table at the corner of the room, figuring Adam would follow him. 

After he placed his order, he quickly shuffled on after Matthieu, wondering why the other was in a rush, but after he sat down the thought was quick to leave his mind. “It takes a while,” he murmurs, glancing down at the little machine that would vibrate and light up when their order was ready. “Are you... uh, okay?” 

#matthieu #c: mat

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“what, what’s happenin’ i thought we were just going to play. i did not sign up for this.” he mumbled, staring at all the amount of food and alcohol the other had on the coffee table. “okay i brought the chips though.” he set them on the table and sat on the couch slowly. “at least you got wine because i don’t drink all that other trash. anyway, let’s play this game or not?”

“now, c’mon drak. what kind of pal would i be if i made you come all the way over here just for a game?” he asks, a mischievous grin cropping up on his features. “no, no. it’s friday night, buddy. it’s gonna be great! it’s gonna be fun.” he sits on the couch cross-legged, facing the other. “oh, you like wine? perfect! i wasn’t sure what you liked, but these are the best wines in my family’s restaurant back in paris.” as he says this, he moves to grab his laptop from the table, moving closer to the other so they could both see the screen. “ah, just, uh -- give it a second to load up.”

#drakkar #c: drakkar

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Matthieu bit his lip at seeing the crowd inside. Having to wait in the line wasn’t what bothered him, it was that so many people would be looking at him, identifying who he is and associating him with the darkness. His heart rate kicked up and his palms began to sweat, which he then wiped on his jeans. “Alright, better get in line before more people come for lunch,” he said quietly, moving forward.

Adam didn’t really think much of the nervousness that sprouted within Matthieu as they entered the diner. In fact, he didn’t really notice it to begin with. Much of his attention was pulled into the new setting they entered. He shifts towards the end of the line, squinting to read the menu that was plastered on the walls. “The burgers are good,” he murmurs, with a nod. “It’s like a vintage 80′s American grease kind of deal.” 

#matthieu #c: mat