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Steam

"It was wonderful. God knows I couldn't have stayed awake all day after waking up at 6. I really need to change that alarm." Ally muttered the last part as an afterthought, making a mental note to do it later. "Wanna head out to the park now? It's a lot hotter." He got up, taking off the longsleeve shirt he was wearing. "I'm sorry, but I just can't wear that shirt in this weather. Too fucking hot." Taking off the shirt revealed his slightly muscled torso, though mostly he was just skinny. Playing two years of varsity basketball plays off, he supposed. He was well in shape, and was actually very confident about his looks. "I'm just gonna walk around shirtless and tally every teenage girl that giggles at me. I'll get myself a slice of pie for every one."

Steam

Ally woke a few hours later, uncomfortable in the stifling heat. He sat up, panicking for a moment when Moe wasn't on the bed with him. He looked around, relaxing when he saw the other sitting in the window. "Hey." He sat up, getting up a moment later. He got a head rush from getting up so fast, and stumbled into the doorway and hit his head. "Fucking hell," he muttered, steadying himself. "Remind me to never get up that fast again." He stood behind Moe, wrapping his arms around the other's neck. "Pay attention to meeeee."

Steam

Ally giggled, kissing Moe's cheek and smiling. "It's perfectly fine. I don't mind at all. Never really pegged you for the nickname type, but it's certainly endearing." He closed his eyes, breathing slowly. Soon, he fell asleep. As was to be expected, because nobody who wakes up at 6 in the morning can stay awake all day. Pretty sure it's a cultural norm to nap at least once.

Steam

Ally sat on the bed, sighing and leaning his head on Moe's shoulder. "Oh yeah, I'm just dandy. What does that mean, by the way? Dorogaya? I've always been weirded out by people calling me nicknames in languages I don't know, because for all I know they're either calling me something sweet or a total shitface. That's gotta be Russian though. I took ASL and Spanish in High School, so I don't really know anything else."

Adopting Family

Taylor shrugged, sitting up straighter. "Well, I guess. If anyone gets hurt, or is really upset about something, PLEASE come to me. Believe me, I can help. I will help."

Steam

Ally hiccuped, struck with the sudden realization that he was crying into Moe's shirt. "I won't. God, I promise, I won't." He hiccuped again, now crying openly. "I'm so sorry. I'm sorry. I won't d-do it again, I swear." He pulled back, sniffling and wiping his nose, and staring at Moe with an unrecognizable look. After awhile, it shifted to fondness, and he laughed weakly. "God, aren't I pathetic?" He took Moe's hand again, tugging him towards the hotel. "It's chilly out here. We should go in."

Steam

Ally nodded solemnly, voice weak. "Yeah. Sorry. I didn't mean to upset you, I just. I don't really know why I did that. I honestly didn't care whether or not I was in danger, was the weird part. I just did it. It's terrifying." Ally shivered, leaning forward to bury his head in Moe's chest. "I'm terrified. I don't even know what's going on with me. I don't really want to die, but I feel like some parts of me wouldn't mind it if I did."

Steam

Ally hissed in pain at the wind, feeling it sting his skin before they were safe and grounded. He flinched, eyes wide as Moe yelled at him. He shrunk back, taking a step away from Moe and whispering quietly. "I'm sorry. I just wanted to help, I didn't think that would happen." His face was beet red, while he was fighting himself to not cry too. "I'm sorry." His voice broke, and he knew his face must have looked pathetic. "I'm an immature idiot, I know that already. I didn't mean to trouble you like that."

Steam

Ally snorted, shaking his head. "Honestly? I'm not sure myself right now. I just wanted to know what you thought, and I can't say I'm diappointed by your answer." He followed Moe, and if you paid attention you could see him being careful to avoid any cracks in the pavement and step over them. He saw a stray cat, and immediately all of his attention was on it. He saw the creature on one side of the road, obviously wanting to cross but seeming terrified about doing so.
"Okay, hold on for a second." He said to Moe. "I really gotta help that cat."
He stood directly across from the cat, watching the road. Four lanes. A car going by them in each lane every seven seconds, with all of them being staggered at different times. Like, there would be a car on the first and the last lane around the same time every seven seconds, but the middle would be clear. Ally planned his stunt accordingly. He made it to the third lane, about to cross the last, when a miscalculation caught up with him. Coming towards him from the left on his current lane, a semi. 9 seconds to impact. He swung his head around. Both forward and behind him, cars coming from other lanes with the exact same time of impact. With the time it takes him to move between lanes, he wouldn't be able to get out of the way in time. Finally, eyes flickered to Moe, and a sad smile lit his lips. 3 seconds until impact.

Steam

Ally smiled widely, taking Moe's hand and squeezing it tightly as he spoke. "That's amazing. Thank you." They walked in comfortable silence for a few more minutes, while Ally thouht to himself.
Today, I got kicked out of my house and decided to travel the world with a god of winter. Take that, teachers who said I'd never succeed in life. Ha.
"Hey Moe? I really like you. And I feel like you really like me too. Where do we go from here? Both physically and choice wise, because I also don't remember the rest of the way to the hotel."