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Ally frowned, firing away and sitting up in bed.
try me.

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huh, ok. i hope you didnt expect me to forgot the whole steam rising when i spilled hot coffee on you thing. because i didnt forget. what was that about?

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Ally smiled to himself, giggling a little before sending the next texts after closing out of the game.

oh, im glad! 20 huh? youre only a year older than me, thats cool. howd you get a name like mortimer if you were only born 20 years ago?

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Ally stared after Moe, grabbing the napkin off the table and running out the door. He looked around, sighing in exaspersation when he saw no sign of Moe. Dinner forgotten, he headed home with the napkin clenched in his hand. Naturally, he didn't notice the car trailing him all the way home and speeding away after he walked inside. Because god forbid a main character ever notice something that will be crucial to their plotline later on. Ha. Anyways.
Ally laid in bed, staring blankly at the ceiling for a moment. He had already entered Moe's number into his phone, and held the mobile device above his head. He opened up texting, and sent a single text to Moe before playing a game to pass the time.

hey old man!! Its ally the guy who ruined your sweatshirt with stolen coffee.

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Ally nodded, ordering salad and ice water for Moe. When the waiter left, his voice took a softer tone. "When I still lived with my birth mother, my stepdad was abusive to her. Me too, but especially her. He'd do the most awful things to her, amd I.was so young I could never do anything about it without fearing for my own life. Now that I can do something, I will.whenever I get the chance." He rubbed the back of his neck in embarassment, eyes trained to the table as the volume of his voice slowly decreasd. "I'm really not that brave, just impulsive and passionate about certain things. Like you. You're different, and I'd like to get to know you better. CanIHaveYourNumber?" He exhaled the last part all at once, worried Moe would reject his request. Boy, that'd be awkward.

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"What was I supposed to do, sit there and let it happen? It may have been a stupid decision, but I'm a stupid person, and of the things I don't tolerate sexual harassment is #1 for personal reasons." Ally shrugged, grinning after a moment. "You think I'm noble?" He ordered hot chocolate and macaroni and cheese, shortly after being informed personally by the manager that in light of what Ally did, his and Moe's bill would be paid in full by the woman. Ally fist pumped, ordering two more plates of mac and cheese for takeout. "What're you having, Moe?"

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Ally blinked for a moment, processing and making a mental note of this information. "Oh, okay! I'll try to remember that, correct me if I mess up!"
He got them a table, and while they waited for their server Ally leaned towards Moe. "Yeah, conversation starters like "How's the weather today?" Or, "How are you?" Have always seemed kinda bland and pointless to me. Instead, I like to randomly blurt out facts about myself. Like. Uh. Shit. See, now I'm drawing a blank." He frowned, sighing. "I don't do well under pressure and I really hope I'm not giving you a terrible impression because I personally don't think I'm a terrible pers-" He was cut off by a woman letting out a cry of "Don't touch me!". He swiveled his head practically at the speed of light, eyes narrowing in on the situation. He saw a man shoving his hand up woman's skirt, and edging closer to her when she slapped his hand away. Ally got up with a start, with a whispered "Sorry excuse me," to Moe. The brunette made his way to the man, words low. "I swear to god you bottom feeding jackass excuse for a human being if you don't take your hands off of her and leave right now I will shove my fist down your throat pull out your inner intestines and stuff them back up your hairy shriveled asshole." Literally every word of that was bullshit. Ally knew that. He could take maybe a few punches from this man before he was down for the count. Ally just hoped the man didn't know that. The older, larger, man stood up. He towered over Ally by a good foot and a half. Ally stood tall, scowling at the man. The woman ran to the other side of the restaurant. The man pushed Ally into wall face first, causing a nasty nosebleed and slight dizziness. By the time Ally turned back around, the man was out the door starting his vehicle, then gone. Ally grinned proudly, turning to walk back to his table as he stuffed pieces of napkin up his bleeding nose and spoke nasally to Moe after sitting. "I still look hot like this, right?" He winked.

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Ally nodded to himself for a moment, before gesturing in the direction of a restaurant a short walk from their current location. "I'm really sorry about that, I probably should have been looking where I was going." He started off towards the direction, continuing to talk to Moe. "My foster mom really only cares about whether or not I'm around when the social worker comes to visit, otherwise I can basically just roam about. Since I'm over 18 I'm not a ward of the state anymore, but she's the only home I have right now so I opted to stay in the program." He approached the restaurant, bowing over dramatically and opening the door for Moe. "Good sir."

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Ally grinned, smile friendly despite Moe's icy demeanor. "Cool! I'm Ally, and I'm sure that it stood for something cooler sounding at some point but I can't remember." He held out his hand, eyes pleading. "It's only customary to shake hands, as I'm sure someone with a name as old-fashioned as Mortimer knows. Again, can I take you out to dinner? It would make me feel better about it all, even if you don't want to. Are you really gonna deny a cute face like mine?" He smiled widely and cheekily, tilting his head a little as he continued to extend his hand.

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Ally frowned watching him run away, and stifled a laugh upon seeing the boy trip and fall. He really shouldn't be laughing, that looked like it hurt. He followed him into the ally, raising his eyebrows and chuckling a little. "Okay, so maybe you don't want me to replace your jacket. Can I at least buy you dinner or something to make up for knocking you over and stuff? I feel awful about that." He looked behind the blonde to see that where he was headed was a dead end, and told him so. "Either way, there's nowhere for you to run away from me. Wow, I meant for that to come out a lot less creepy than it did. I just want to know your name, at least? Humour me?"