Moe looked over at Ally and shook his head, "no, it's fine, Ally, it's just I'm deystvitel'no chertovski staryy, which, is Russian for 'really fucking old'." He said with a small smile, "I haven't had a relationship in a long time, of course, I am not apposed to the idea, just, it may take some time. It's been a while since I've even had a friendship." He said in a gentle tone, "but don't worry, not much makes me uncomfortable. I've, how do you say this? 'Been through some shit', so, not much is off-putting to me anymore."

Ally nodded in understanding, smiling when they got to the park. He immediately headed for the swings, yelling "Push meeeeee!" as he sat on one. He kicked his legs, laughing and turning around to wait for Moe to push. "I'm actually 5 years old, don't worry about it. Swings have always been my favourite, minus the time in 3rd grade where I jumped off one to show off and I broke my leg. Not doing that again. Not at the top of the swing, anyways."

Moe walked forward and sighed, shaking his head.
"You're rather reckless, you know that?" He said with audible amusement. Walking forward he started pushing Ally on the swim, careful not to push him too high, if he pushed with all of his might he could probably get him to twist around the bars, despite his outward appearance he was actually rather strong, just, being a sage his body never changed, sometimes that was a good thing, he never gained weight (not that he ate anyway), but he also never got taller, and scars never healed. Wounds healed of course, but the scars would never fade. If you looked closely you could see many scars covering his entire body, they gleamed in the sunlight and seemed to almost shine, it was a constant source of anxiety for him, he had gotten in many fights with many people, and those scars would never go away, he knew where every scar came from, and what he had done to deserve it.

Ally whooped, laughing happily as he swung, he took his hands off of the swing slowly, then held them up in the air while giggling. "Look ma, no ha-" He was cut off by sliding off the swing with a startled "Oof!" and landed on his butt. He laughed in pain, sitting on the ground while his eyes watered slightly. "Ha, that was stupid. I fell."

Moe gasped in alarm as Ally fell off the swing, fuck fuck fuck, but as usual he was too shocked to respond, frozen in place he couldn't move until he heard the "oof!" the signaled that Ally had landed, he rushed forward and knelt beside Ally.
"Yebat' yebat' YA tak sozhaleyu, chto dolzhen byl otvetit' bystreye yebat'." He said quickly, not even realizing he was talking in Russian before he finished speaking, he sighed and looked at Ally with extremely concerned eyes.
"Are you alright? Jesus fuck." He whispered, you could almost say he was winded if you didn't know any better. (Not knowing any better meaning, unknowing of the fact that he didn't need air.)

(translation: fuck fuck fuck i am so sorry i should have responded faster fuck)

Ally looked up at him, unfazed, unaware of the tears in his eyes. "Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. Just let me sit here for a moment and make sure I didn't break my butt cause it sure as hell feels like it. That's what I get for not landing on my feet, I guess." He sat for a moment, sighing before attempting to stand. He immediately cursed and started falling, his arms pinwheeling as he attempted but failed to regain balance.

"Fuck." Moe realized now was not a time to freeze up, he plunged forward and caught Ally, "be careful, lyublyu," he said with a slightly exasperated, slightly relieved sigh. "I supposed this means I'm going to have to carry you? Not that I mind, of course."
He honestly didn't mind at all, more he was worried about Ally getting too cold, he radiated cold. He was always wearing a sweatshirt, he often got stares in the summer, but he was just always cold, always numb. So, he always wore his hoodie.

Ally fake-swooned, laughing weakly. "My hero." He deadpanned, eyebrows raising at the nickname. "Honestly, what are you even calling me? I hope it's not derogatory." He reached his arms up around Moe's neck, giggling and waggling his eyebrows suggestively. "Yes, I do suppose you're going to have to carry shirtless old me bridal style through the town. Oh, what will the neighbours think? By the way, I am like in love with your temperature right now. It's hot as balls out and you're cold and I just. Yesss."

"I would never call you anything derogatory, do you really think I, an agendered pansexual sage would be able to muster up anything derogatory without somehow offending myself?" He said questioningly, "besides, I'm old as fuck remember, I'm not really 'with the times', so I don't even know any late-of-day derogatory terms." He was trying to get better at speaking, he wasn't hiding his accent either, he was trying to be more open because he realized Ally liked it better when he was open, and he wanted to make Ally happy, his subconscious did anyway, he didn't really realize it himself, honestly.
"Oh the neighbors will be 'all over my shit', I think that's the term? But, of course, I don't give a shit about what the neighbors think." He said with a small smirk. He picked him up and winked down at him.
"And if you get too cold, just tell me, we can take a break and you can get a few feet away from me to warm up."

Ally squinted, punching Moe's shoulder playfully. "Hey, you're avoiding my question! You never told me what you said." He exclaimed accusingly. Ally leaned against Moe happily, absentmindedly playing with one of the drawstrings on his hoodie. "I need to go back to Alaina's house and get clothes and stuff, my jeans are gross from falling. Once I've got everything I need, I'll civilly say goodbye and we'll leave for good. Sound like a plan? On the way there we can get to know each other better, yeah? We could just ask each other questions and the other has to answer completely honestly."

Moe sighed, "...I'm not avoiding the question..." He said, fucking avoiding the question. Then he nodded, "sure, sounds like a plan, and if you need any, uh, moral support? I'll be here for you." He said, slightly questionably, mostly because he was trying to decide if he should have said 'moral support' or 'support' in general, because he was afraid Ally would take that to mean physical backup, he didn't say that because he didn't want to imply there would be any fighting.
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"I...I suppose, sure, why not." He said, a little nervously, he didn't like to talk about himself too much, but, again he wanted to make Ally happy, so he agreed against his better judgment.

Ally whined in a high pitched voice, borderline screeching. "Tellllllllllllll meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!" He flailed slightly, nearly falling out of Moe's arms as he practically threw a fit.

Moe widened his eyes as Ally started flailing around, his glasses slipping down his nose as he shook with Allys force.
"Okay okay!" He said, slightly panicked. "I said 'love'...Happy?" He said, shaking his head.

Ally smiled giddily, kissing Moe's cheek. "Considerably. If you don't mind me asking, what timeperiod were you born in?"

Moe rolled his eyes at Ally's giddiness, then he thought for a moment. "the 17' hundreds." He said quietly, he knew this all too well, he counted every single year, he knew every date, he never forgot these things.

"I suppose that means it's my turn to ask a question?" He mused, "how many people have you dated before?" That was really the first thing that popped into his head, he didn't know why, but he was curious.

Ally laughed nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. "Ha. That's uh. A good question. Let me think for a second." thats always a good sign
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"Probably about 8? Only three of them lasted more than 5 months though. Where do you want to go when we leave here?"

"That's an awful lot." He said, not really disapproving, more impressed if anything. "More proof that your irresistible in every way." He said with a wink.

"Alaska, there's thing beautiful place, Mendenhall Ice Caves, in Juneau. I've always wanted to go, but, never been able to bring myself to for some reason." He said, slightly trailing off during the end.

"Well, we should definitely go!" Ally spoke enthusiastically. Honestly, at this point, he wasn't in much pain anymore and could stand on his own. He just liked being carried.
"I really hope you don't mind me asking, but I'm curious. You mentioned your wife and daughter dying, can I ask how that happened? It's totally fine if you don't want to talk about it."

Moe paused for a moment, "well, I don't see a reason why not to tell you." He said quietly, "as you've probably noticed, I don't really react to shocking situations very well, more than not I freeze up. This...This wasn't too long ago, actually, well, from my prospective. It was in 1930's, me and my wife and daughter were driving to a musical, my wife she loved musicals so..." He said fondly, unable to meet eyes with Ally as he was telling this story, "so we in a car and a drunk driver smashed right into my car, I was driving and...I had so much time to swerve out of the way but I just froze. I still remember my daughter screaming at me to get into the next lane, but I just couldn't move, so, we crashed. My wife died on impact and my daughter died in the hospital hours later." He said, he was trying to keep his voice from quivering, he had told this story many times as he didn't keep his past too secret, but every time he told it, it seemed to effect him worse and worse with every retelling.

Ally was quieted by this, and looked down. He saw they were approaching Alaina's house, and spoke quietly. "D'you think you could put me down... dorogaya?" He spoke the last part questionably, trying his hardest to pronounce the word correctly. He wasn't sure he got it right, but he knew Moe'd know what he meant.