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MAXXIE: I'm talking about Jae's parents

MAXXIE: And then about his father specifically

MAXXIE: Is this normal

HOSEOK: uh... idk?

HOSEOK: not an expert on homophobic dads

MAXXIE: It's been over two weeks.

MAXXIE: That cannot be fucking normal.

MAXXIE: Please talk me out of going to the hospital and strangling him.

HOSEOK: wait, who? what? where?

HOSEOK: who are you strangling?

Eric: I think I may have misplaced my favorite pen.

Eric: I remember using it the last time we saw each other.

Eric: Do you have any idea what I'm talking about?

Hoseok: did i put it in my pocket?

Hoseok: so sorry

Hoseok: it's a habit to just put everything in there

Hoseok: i mean, usually just my phone or my keys

Hoseok: uh... i'll get it back as soon as possible

Hoseok: as soon as i find it

“You’re not holding me up at all,” Ender reassured with a soft smile. “If anything, I should be the one apologizing to you for holding you up. Or at the very least, thanking you for your kindness. Doesn’t take a rocket scientist to know that most of the people passing by us right now would have just let me go down.” This world was unfortunately quite the cruel one  or maybe it was just the people in it, but that was a question for the philosophers when they had time. His gaze flicked around before he spotted a nearby restaurant and turned his attention back to Hoseok.

He was worried that it was too early to call an anxiety attack even though he’d experienced his fair share in his younger years. “Hey, you alright?” he gently questioned. While it was a stupid one in hindsight, that didn’t matter much to Ender right now. What did, however, was making sure that the other would be alright once they parted ways. “I think I see a cozy little cafe just up ahead,” he started. “Do you want to head up there together? We can get away from this hustle and bustle, catch our breath?”

Though Hoseok wanted to disagree, he knew very well that the other was right. People probably hardly cared if someone tripped and fell -- though he was constantly paranoid about people looking at him, the truth was that everyone minded their own business. His therapist tried to reassure him of that every time; no one is going to remember you five minutes from now. Still, crowds made him nervous. Maybe it was some sick kind of god complex that made him believe that he was important enough to have everyone look at him, no matter how hard he tried to fade into the shadows. Was he egotistic to worry so much about people giving a shit about him? To assume they knew about his fucked up past, just by looking at him?

While he struggled to answer the question, he opted for a weak nod at the suggestion to go up to the cafe. Not that he expected it to be less horrible to be out in the open out there, it sounded like a good idea to at least be able to sit down. He felt really dizzy. “S-S-S-So-Sorry...” How many times had he apologized in the past few minutes? He felt like he’d lost count. Hoseok pulled his sleeve down further over his head so he could wipe it across his forehead, feeling the sweat clinging to his skin. “I-- Um... ‘m not good with... with... crowds.” 

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June took a couple of steps backwards hiding their hands behind their back along with their instrument. The immediate and flooding thought was that they were busted for singing to the plants again. They were proven wrong by the bumbling young man in front of them. June waited for the speech to sort out itself. There was no way they were going to interrupt that process.

“  Just because? That’s sweet of you.  Who are they for?  ”  June turned on their heels, motioning the other to follow them down the aisle of aloe and into the proper direction for flowers for just because reasons. “  We can start by defining who for, then we can narrow it down by color, or smell if you prefer. You don’t have allergies do you? We’ll need some time to find the perfect scent.   ”  The two of them finally stopped in the appropriate section, a fond gaze overlooked the selection of .  “  Unless, of course, you know the person’s favorite flowers? Then that would help a lot. We could even organize an arrangement depending on your budget.  ” Setting their ukulele on a spare shelf they began their spiel. “  We could also pick out something extra unique and out of season if it’s a special just because.  ”

Hoseok felt his cheeks flushing hotter and was glad for the slight distraction of having to follow the other down the aisle. “Um, fo-for my girlfriend...” He awkwardly admitted, feeling himself growing shier by the second. This had been a bad idea -- he didn’t do just walking into shops and asking for help, but he really had no choice but to go through with it, right? It would look even weirder if he just dismissed the entire thing now and ran out, just to avoid having to talk more. “I, ah... don’t think I’m allergic?” He didn’t know; had never really had a chance to find that out. But since one of his foster moms had an entire greenhouse that had never caused him any issues, he guessed he should be fine. “I don’t.. think I know her fa-fa-fave-favorite flower.” He stammered. “Um... wait...” He fumbled to grab his phone and messed with it a little until he’d found the message he was looking for. “Uh... Roses and tulips and marigold and sunflowers and dandelions and lilies and cherry blossoms.” He read out. “Ah... Sorry that’s-- that’s a lot.”