Vantas

Steam

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.

Steam

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.

Steam

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.
((wow run on sentence shush))
"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.

Steam

"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."

Steam

"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.

Steam

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)

Steam

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.

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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."

Steam

Moe shook his head softly, "I haven't really ever thought of throwing away this sweatshirt, my uh..." He paused for a moment, "my daughter got it for my actually." He said with a nervous glace, "don't worry, I'm not married or anything, both my wife and daughter have passed away, but. Yeah." He said, his voice oddly quiet.

Steam

Moe rolled his eyes, trying very hard not to stare at the shirtless boy.
"S-Sounds like a plan." He said, shooting him a nervous smile.

He led the other teen outside, still wearing his raggedy old sweatshirt, which had many patches, holes, and now a large coffee stain. He really didn't mind though, he had this shirt for many years and he wasn't planning on getting rid of it soon.
"The park isn't that far, maybe another ten, twenty minutes." He said softly, looking over at Ally.