Open your eyes and see you are outnumbered, honey

Quill hummed vaguely and uncrossed his legs, shoving his hand in his pocket and pulling out a handle of quarters. “I have to finish this book by tomorrow so I chugged a Redbull. My roommate is screwing his girlfriend in our dorm. ” He handed the quarters to her, and then muttered as an afterthought, “Don’t buy the Poptarts. They’re stale as fuck.” 

The white blond chuckled and gave a small scoff, the sound apparently playful by the way she gave a lopsided grin to the boy as he began to fish out some coins from his pockets “Well, that sounds at least the tiniest bit interesting, did they at least put a sock on the door?” Admya asked as she shifted her binder to one hand and leaned into the space behind the vending machine, holding her hand out so the other could drop the coins into her palm “Ah- looks like it’s a bag of chips for dinner again then” she muttered with a small shrug as she moved back to the front of the machine and began placing quarters inside “What book you reading? Seems like you’ve been here for a while so either you didnt want to read it or you have sever procrastination” she continued grinning as she pushed a few buttons

“Interesting is not the word I’d use,” Quill’s lip curled, “They put panties on the door.” He watched as the girl put coins in the machine and blinked in realization. “Oh, shit. I haven’t eaten since last night,” he frowned and managed to wrangle out a crinkled dollar bill and a few more quarters out of his pockets. “I guess chips are dinner for me too,” he let his book slide to the floor as he hopped onto his feet and stretched out. At the girl’s question, he snorted, “I’m reading Thus Spake Zarathustra by Friedrich Nietzsche, in between staring off into space in what I’m sure is microsleep. Who woulda thought I can’t function purely on Redbull?” 

Quill hummed vaguely and uncrossed his legs, shoving his hand in his pocket and pulling out a handle of quarters. “I have to finish this book by tomorrow so I chugged a Redbull. My roommate is screwing his girlfriend in our dorm. ” He handed the quarters to her, and then muttered as an afterthought, “Don’t buy the Poptarts. They’re stale as fuck.” 

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Antonio leaned into the soft affection. “I’m sorry, Papí. I just didn’t want to worry you.” He looked up and smiled a little at his boyfriend. “You have so many other things to worry about…”

“I like having to worry about you. Either way, I’d be less concerned knowing you’re eating actual meals,” Quill teased. “Just try and tell me next time, please?” He pulled Toni over to his bed. “How about you stay over and we watch a movie or something?” 

Antonio immediately curled up next to Quill, situating himself in the familiar crevice under his shoulder. He nodded with a smile. “Should we put up the Cock Sock?” He laughed a bit as he referred to the sock that they left hanging on Quill’s door knob whenever Toni stayed the night. It was to kept Quill’s roommate, Wesley, out of any awkward encounters.

Quill raised an eyebrow and grinned, “I don’t know, babe, should we put up the Cock Sock?” 

Antonio felt himself blushing as he smiled. “It might best. You never know what could happen.” He pulled a very serious face, “It’s always better to be prepared.”

Quill adapted his serious face, “You’re right,” he cleared his through very seriously and picked up a striped sock from an open drawer in his nightstand. He handed the sock to Toni. “Wanna do the honors?” he smirked. 

Antonio jumped up and ran to the door, opening it. As he placed the sock on the handle, he saw Wesley walking down the hall toward him. “Sorry, Wes! Go hang with Gale!” He giggled and shut the door, cutting off Wes’ reply. He leaped back into the bed and made grabby hands to Quill. “Cuddles!”

Quill laughed airily as Antonio came running in, pulling him into a hug and kissing his cheek. “So what are we watching tonight?” 

The new voice cuts through her anger, making her flinch and rush a spin to face the stranger, all at once. She’s surprisenly elegant for having been caught out. She bares her teeth, knees bending as she braced herself, “Anyone with eyes could see that” she bites out, though makes no movement to attack. She lets her eyes roam him for a silent moment, her snarl weakening as she takes in the stranger. She sniffs the air, then pulls a face “Great. One of you”

Quill raises an eyebrow at the woman’s defensive stance, but otherwise looks undaunted. “One of me? I was under the impression we were both rather the same. Well,” he looks at the scene with distaste, lips curling, “Maybe you’re a little less... skillful.” 

@quill-rp

Quill flushed slightly and wordlessly threaded his fingers into Toni’s hair again. He returned the blue-haired boys smile as he put on earplugs. He was still in awe of how calming an effect Antonio had on him. It was very much unlike Sarah, who always required a lot of emotional energy and constant pleasing. And he only felt slightly guilty at thinking that. Which made him feel guilty. But he pushed it aside and enjoyed the moment, his emotions lifting as they announced that Wesley had won the competition. “Fuck yeah!” he accidentally dropped his 7 dollar pretzel dog in his excitement. Charlie stood in his seat and hollered in typical embarrassing-parent fashion.

Antonio leaned toward Quill’s hand, enjoyig the sensation. When the annoucer shouted that Wesley had won, the smaler boy stood up on his chair to cheer, throwing his hands in the air. He was glad for his earplugs because the roar of the crowd was almost overwhelming, but he felt swallowed up by the energy. He smiled widely at Quill, giving him a impulsive kiss on the cheek in celebration.

Quill shrugged at his fallen hot dog. His eyes widened slightly as he felt Toni’s cheek kiss, recovering quickly and giving Antonio a lopsided smile. “Well, I should take you out more often.” The statement ended up being more flirty than Quill had meant, but he merely anxiously ran a hand through his hair and smirked, going along with it. 

Antonio blinked as the realization of his action hit. His face heated up quickly and he let out a nervous giggle, fluffing his hair. “Maybe you should-” He was cut short by a large guy in the seat in front of him accidentally elbowing him in the stomach. “Oof-!” He fell against Quill, having been knocked off his feet, and looked up at him.

“Woah,” Quill caught Toni by the shoulders, “You alright there?” he smiled as they made eye contact. “Didn’t know you were this desperate?” he gave the boy a wink.