♧Charles Smith♧

All of a sudden, Sherlock heard movement a few yards off. He tried to scramble into a tree, but climbing was never his strong suit, and he fell back to the ground just as the person approached.

:>

❝I'll never understand why you wanna go out in the rain...❞ Dylan grunted as he held onto Chances reigns, limping beside him. Hie hair was soaking wet, sticking to his forehead, getting in his remaining eye. But Chance seemed happy, trotting along and giving a huff.

Dylan sighed, pushing his hair up, kinda slicking it back, looking up, eyes narrowed. Least the rain wasn't heavy, more so a drizzle. He could deal with that better; rain wasn't bad, he'd been in it plenty, he'd just gotten comfortable to not being wet. More used to that now.

He heard sone noise and looked over quickly, on alert. His eye scanned the area, head tilting slowly as he began to walk in the direction to inspect; what did he have to lose?

As he stepped into the little clearing, someon had fallen out of the tree they apparently had been climbing. Dylan internally winced and hoped they hadn't fallen far, but he halted a few feet away, looking down at them, head still tilted, blinking with curiosity.

❝....You ok there??❞

He laughed a bit, sitting down on his hunches, still facing the other. ❝Truth be told, I dunno really... I had this whole thing with the Devil, technically sold my soul to him 'n when I got it back fair 'n square, he wouldn't let go, multiple times. So, in the end I stole my souls contract after I uh, died the first time.❞

He hummed, ❝Since then my looks have changed 'n that's when I could shapeshift. It used to jus' happen when I was like, frightened or panicked, now I can have it happen randomly.❞

Dylan shrugged and turned back to his normal form. ❝... it is what it is, really my own kinda fault. I've died more times than I can count, 'm jus' stubborn.❞

❝Certainly has it's moments.❞

As they walked inside, it was a pretty cozy place... a fireplace, a couch, a rocking chair, a small shelf of books, a kitchen to the right, and a hallway to the left of what could be assumed rooms. There was a gaint dog bed in the living room, where three hounds were asleep curled up with each other, occasionally kicking one another. A cat lay on the top of the couch, purring.

Dylan assumed Scrap, Bata were with Huron and Buck in their room, and Vulcan and Fang, the mice, pip were in the shared boys room. He turned to Sherlock, smile still on.

❝Ya want the couch or I can get a mattress out for ya? Oh, are ya hungry at all?❞

Dylan looked to the hounds, blinking. He was silent for a moment then smiled sheepishly and looked back to Sherlock. ❝'m gonna be so honest, I only remember the girls name, Pandora... I do NOT remember the others.❞

Dylan chuckled, rubbing his neck, ❝The hounds 'n I have a bit of a past, so I honestly jus'... kinda ignore them. Not that I don't like 'em particularly, jus' ain't my thing. 'M not a dog person really anyhow.❞

Dylan chuckled, maneuvering to the kitchen. ❝Fair. Yeah, the hounds are pretttyyy calm. If you were ta see Scrap 'n Bata, they'd be all over ya. They're the pups, But I think they are in Hurons and Bucks room.❞

Pandora leaned her head up and tentatively sniffed Sherlock; upon realizing they were ok, she gave a simple lick to their hand.

❝Uh-huh!❞ Dylan keep your voice down, please, there are folks trying to sleep! ❝Oh, Hurons my older brother, the one I was talkin' about before! Buck is his husband, my brother-in-law i think it's called! Buck owns Scrap 'n Bata, Scrap is the kid of his um, old dog...❞

Dylan hummed, watching the pan then looking iver and getting distracted by needing to put away utensils- oh hey the napkins are still out too! Do those cups need to be put away?... what was he doing?

He looked to Sherlock and smiled, ❝I thinkkk everything's pretty much clean... oh! If you wanna get the drinks from the fridge that'd be great! Any you can take, besides the lemonade. That's mine.❞ is this the greed they talk about from the Bible.

Dylan put the napkins away- oh he should get plates! Did he grab the cheese already?... what was the cheese for again?...

PAN! THE PAN!... wait was he cooking cheese? OH PEPPERONI! He moved to the fridge and after Sherlock moved, he grabbed the pepperoni packet, tongue sticking out.

Dylan paused at the mention of Arthur, blinking then smiling again and nodded, moving to the pan to check on the bread before smacking another one on. ❝No kiddin', his is like, what, 5,000? Woof.❞

[Huron had never had a crush before....okay scratch that, he once had a crush on this girl Helena but she laughed when he asked her out, so he never had any experience with dating or love, he knew what it could look like but ultimately believed that he would never have that for himself....then Buck came around, his best friend, his only friend, and soon he felt weird around him, he knew what it meant but knew he could end up losing Buck because of it so he pushed those feelings down.

The two of them were laughing on Huron's bed, ever since their conversation, Buck seems to have been doing better, and Huron was glad

But he wore his heart on his sleeve ...and Buck could read him like an open book, so it probably won't be long until he puts two and two together]

Buck wasn't a dull boy; he could pick up on people's emotions pretty well, their faces and reactions, even the ones that just lasted a second. It was just something he did subconsciously.... Huron made it fairly easy too; the other was easy to read, wearing his emotions out and about. It's what Buck appreciated about him.

He started realizing Huron was acting a bit odd around him a few backs back; Hurons lingering glances, more words occasionally stuttered over, more smiling than just friends. Buck the first week had gotten tense about it, wondering what was up, was something wrong? Buttttt he soon realized, and was more surprised than anything.

He even began to debate with himself; do I like Huron like that?... yes? Or is it just friendship I'm feeling? Sure sometimes his heart raced a little more when around his friend, but that happens to everyone right? Sure he thought back on their hand holding, but it was just... normal. Right?

Buck hadn't ever had a crush; it wasn't that he didn't see the point in having one, he just never met someone who strikes him that way. All Angelos friends were snobbish brats or much too young. One girl, Sarah, had the hoots for Buck and often made moves, but he never paid much mind, simply for the fact of... dating a girl wasn't his type. He knew he liked men. But no man he came across was anything he wanted to date.

But... None the less he said nothing to Huron, not yet. Maybe he was reading too deep into it, or maybe Huron didn't want to say anything in fear of something... I mean. Being a Gay man in this time wasn't exactly accepted... So, best not to push his luck for right now.

Bucks chuckle faded a bit as he sat back up, wiping his eye. ❝Shit man, you tryin' to make my lungs explode with all this laughin'?❞

❝NEVAAAA! OHHHHH THIS IS PAYBACK, DEAR BROTHER!❞ Dylan snickered, almost tripping over a shoe but catching himself and skidding into the kitchen, ❝WHERE ID EVERYONEEEEE!?? I HAVE NEWSSSS!❞

Buck laughed a bit then cleared his throat and quickly followed after Huron.

[Huron skidded after him, Huron clamped his hand over Dylan's mouth as their mother and grandmother looked at them from the stove]

❝HUR AND B- MMPF-❞ Dylan jumped as a hand was over his mouth and he struggled; drastic measures must be taken. He stuck out his whole tongue and licked slowly upwards on Hurons palm.

All of a sudden, Sherlock heard movement a few yards off. He tried to scramble into a tree, but climbing was never his strong suit, and he fell back to the ground just as the person approached.

:>

❝I'll never understand why you wanna go out in the rain...❞ Dylan grunted as he held onto Chances reigns, limping beside him. Hie hair was soaking wet, sticking to his forehead, getting in his remaining eye. But Chance seemed happy, trotting along and giving a huff.

Dylan sighed, pushing his hair up, kinda slicking it back, looking up, eyes narrowed. Least the rain wasn't heavy, more so a drizzle. He could deal with that better; rain wasn't bad, he'd been in it plenty, he'd just gotten comfortable to not being wet. More used to that now.

He heard sone noise and looked over quickly, on alert. His eye scanned the area, head tilting slowly as he began to walk in the direction to inspect; what did he have to lose?

As he stepped into the little clearing, someon had fallen out of the tree they apparently had been climbing. Dylan internally winced and hoped they hadn't fallen far, but he halted a few feet away, looking down at them, head still tilted, blinking with curiosity.

❝....You ok there??❞

He laughed a bit, sitting down on his hunches, still facing the other. ❝Truth be told, I dunno really... I had this whole thing with the Devil, technically sold my soul to him 'n when I got it back fair 'n square, he wouldn't let go, multiple times. So, in the end I stole my souls contract after I uh, died the first time.❞

He hummed, ❝Since then my looks have changed 'n that's when I could shapeshift. It used to jus' happen when I was like, frightened or panicked, now I can have it happen randomly.❞

Dylan shrugged and turned back to his normal form. ❝... it is what it is, really my own kinda fault. I've died more times than I can count, 'm jus' stubborn.❞

❝Certainly has it's moments.❞

As they walked inside, it was a pretty cozy place... a fireplace, a couch, a rocking chair, a small shelf of books, a kitchen to the right, and a hallway to the left of what could be assumed rooms. There was a gaint dog bed in the living room, where three hounds were asleep curled up with each other, occasionally kicking one another. A cat lay on the top of the couch, purring.

Dylan assumed Scrap, Bata were with Huron and Buck in their room, and Vulcan and Fang, the mice, pip were in the shared boys room. He turned to Sherlock, smile still on.

❝Ya want the couch or I can get a mattress out for ya? Oh, are ya hungry at all?❞

Dylan looked to the hounds, blinking. He was silent for a moment then smiled sheepishly and looked back to Sherlock. ❝'m gonna be so honest, I only remember the girls name, Pandora... I do NOT remember the others.❞

Dylan chuckled, rubbing his neck, ❝The hounds 'n I have a bit of a past, so I honestly jus'... kinda ignore them. Not that I don't like 'em particularly, jus' ain't my thing. 'M not a dog person really anyhow.❞

Dylan chuckled, maneuvering to the kitchen. ❝Fair. Yeah, the hounds are pretttyyy calm. If you were ta see Scrap 'n Bata, they'd be all over ya. They're the pups, But I think they are in Hurons and Bucks room.❞

Pandora leaned her head up and tentatively sniffed Sherlock; upon realizing they were ok, she gave a simple lick to their hand.

❝Uh-huh!❞ Dylan keep your voice down, please, there are folks trying to sleep! ❝Oh, Hurons my older brother, the one I was talkin' about before! Buck is his husband, my brother-in-law i think it's called! Buck owns Scrap 'n Bata, Scrap is the kid of his um, old dog...❞

Dylan hummed, watching the pan then looking iver and getting distracted by needing to put away utensils- oh hey the napkins are still out too! Do those cups need to be put away?... what was he doing?

He looked to Sherlock and smiled, ❝I thinkkk everything's pretty much clean... oh! If you wanna get the drinks from the fridge that'd be great! Any you can take, besides the lemonade. That's mine.❞ is this the greed they talk about from the Bible.

Dylan put the napkins away- oh he should get plates! Did he grab the cheese already?... what was the cheese for again?...

PAN! THE PAN!... wait was he cooking cheese? OH PEPPERONI! He moved to the fridge and after Sherlock moved, he grabbed the pepperoni packet, tongue sticking out.

[Huron had never had a crush before....okay scratch that, he once had a crush on this girl Helena but she laughed when he asked her out, so he never had any experience with dating or love, he knew what it could look like but ultimately believed that he would never have that for himself....then Buck came around, his best friend, his only friend, and soon he felt weird around him, he knew what it meant but knew he could end up losing Buck because of it so he pushed those feelings down.

The two of them were laughing on Huron's bed, ever since their conversation, Buck seems to have been doing better, and Huron was glad

But he wore his heart on his sleeve ...and Buck could read him like an open book, so it probably won't be long until he puts two and two together]

Buck wasn't a dull boy; he could pick up on people's emotions pretty well, their faces and reactions, even the ones that just lasted a second. It was just something he did subconsciously.... Huron made it fairly easy too; the other was easy to read, wearing his emotions out and about. It's what Buck appreciated about him.

He started realizing Huron was acting a bit odd around him a few backs back; Hurons lingering glances, more words occasionally stuttered over, more smiling than just friends. Buck the first week had gotten tense about it, wondering what was up, was something wrong? Buttttt he soon realized, and was more surprised than anything.

He even began to debate with himself; do I like Huron like that?... yes? Or is it just friendship I'm feeling? Sure sometimes his heart raced a little more when around his friend, but that happens to everyone right? Sure he thought back on their hand holding, but it was just... normal. Right?

Buck hadn't ever had a crush; it wasn't that he didn't see the point in having one, he just never met someone who strikes him that way. All Angelos friends were snobbish brats or much too young. One girl, Sarah, had the hoots for Buck and often made moves, but he never paid much mind, simply for the fact of... dating a girl wasn't his type. He knew he liked men. But no man he came across was anything he wanted to date.

But... None the less he said nothing to Huron, not yet. Maybe he was reading too deep into it, or maybe Huron didn't want to say anything in fear of something... I mean. Being a Gay man in this time wasn't exactly accepted... So, best not to push his luck for right now.

Bucks chuckle faded a bit as he sat back up, wiping his eye. ❝Shit man, you tryin' to make my lungs explode with all this laughin'?❞

❝NEVAAAA! OHHHHH THIS IS PAYBACK, DEAR BROTHER!❞ Dylan snickered, almost tripping over a shoe but catching himself and skidding into the kitchen, ❝WHERE ID EVERYONEEEEE!?? I HAVE NEWSSSS!❞

Buck laughed a bit then cleared his throat and quickly followed after Huron.

[Huron had never had a crush before....okay scratch that, he once had a crush on this girl Helena but she laughed when he asked her out, so he never had any experience with dating or love, he knew what it could look like but ultimately believed that he would never have that for himself....then Buck came around, his best friend, his only friend, and soon he felt weird around him, he knew what it meant but knew he could end up losing Buck because of it so he pushed those feelings down.

The two of them were laughing on Huron's bed, ever since their conversation, Buck seems to have been doing better, and Huron was glad

But he wore his heart on his sleeve ...and Buck could read him like an open book, so it probably won't be long until he puts two and two together]

Buck wasn't a dull boy; he could pick up on people's emotions pretty well, their faces and reactions, even the ones that just lasted a second. It was just something he did subconsciously.... Huron made it fairly easy too; the other was easy to read, wearing his emotions out and about. It's what Buck appreciated about him.

He started realizing Huron was acting a bit odd around him a few backs back; Hurons lingering glances, more words occasionally stuttered over, more smiling than just friends. Buck the first week had gotten tense about it, wondering what was up, was something wrong? Buttttt he soon realized, and was more surprised than anything.

He even began to debate with himself; do I like Huron like that?... yes? Or is it just friendship I'm feeling? Sure sometimes his heart raced a little more when around his friend, but that happens to everyone right? Sure he thought back on their hand holding, but it was just... normal. Right?

Buck hadn't ever had a crush; it wasn't that he didn't see the point in having one, he just never met someone who strikes him that way. All Angelos friends were snobbish brats or much too young. One girl, Sarah, had the hoots for Buck and often made moves, but he never paid much mind, simply for the fact of... dating a girl wasn't his type. He knew he liked men. But no man he came across was anything he wanted to date.

But... None the less he said nothing to Huron, not yet. Maybe he was reading too deep into it, or maybe Huron didn't want to say anything in fear of something... I mean. Being a Gay man in this time wasn't exactly accepted... So, best not to push his luck for right now.

Bucks chuckle faded a bit as he sat back up, wiping his eye. ❝Shit man, you tryin' to make my lungs explode with all this laughin'?❞

"I dunno even remember what we were laughin' 'bout!"

Buck chuckled then let out a breath, looking back to Huron; as the other broke away from the staring, he smiled slightly.

....Huron was cute. He'd admit that, who wouldn't. Huron had charm, had kindness, everything Buck would want in a dating partner... and Huron was himself. He didn't try to change for others that didn't matter...

But how do you bring that prospect up? 'Do you like me?' 'Soooo, thinking of a relationship anytime soon?' God those were all horrible...

"so...has anyone caught your eye recently? I keep making fun of Dylan cause he likes someone so might as well do the same for you, huh?"

Buck looked back up at him, leaning on hid hands behind him on the bed. He hummed. ❝he does huh? 'M a bit surprised... but uh.❞ he smiled sheepishly.

❝....There's this one uh, guy, yeah.❞ he swallowed glancing away, rubbing his neck. Oh god how'd he go about this? Play it cool? Tell him? Just play along... ❝I ain't into girls, so. Jus' this one guy... he's... Nice. Talented. Considerate.❞ he glanced back.

Buck nodded. ❝I suspected so from when ya uh, were singing that song 'bout a month back. Said girlfriend or boyfriend, so...❞ he rubbed his neck, letting the silence linger.

.... oh fuck it. His brains mostly gone, hell. But if he messed this up? What if Huron didn't like him that way or even as a friend after he said it? What if he- SHUT UP BRAIN.

❝....it's you.. um. By the way.❞ he more or less whispered, looking away. ❝The.. Nice, talented 'n kind person...❞

...

GOD DAMMIT NARRATOR DO YOU JOB RIGHT AND FUCKIN' REMEMBER WHAT YOU PUT FOR HELLS SAKE (:,) aye aye captain)

Buck rolled his eyes playfully and laughed a bit, ❝Oh same god damn difference 'm sure... I mean. You're both so, they match none the less.❞ he swallowed and looked at Huron now.

Bucks smile grew a little more, as did a light blush on his cheeks. He felt both anxious and intrigued. Aha... so he had been right...

He chuckled faintly and smirked. ❝Really? I actually can't tell, who is it, hmmm?❞ he teased, shuffling a bit closer himself.

[Huron chuckled but looked down a bit, taking one of Buck's hands in his own like that night they shared]

"listen I...

I know I won't be the best, honestly I don't know how this or how many people work, I'm headstrong and stubborn and I don't always take care of myself but I've....never felt this way about anyone, it honestly feels like I know you more than anyone else"

[Huron looked back up]

Buck looked at their hands and smiled, gently giving a squeeze before looking back up.

he locked eyes with him, heart pounding and he nodded slightly. ❝...I know ya headstrong 'n stubborn, often put others needs before your own. 'N that's ok. It's jus' about getting slowly better in the future... together...❞

He nodded again and let out a shaky breath. ❝'m terrified, of hurting you in some way. Not jus' cause of the rabies, juat in general. I-i know 'm... rough. I'm bitter, I'm moody, it's my defense. They say don't love anyone until you love yourself but... when 'm with you, I hate myself a little less. You make me feel like an actual person, with feelings. With thoughts.... I ain't never dated, but I'd like too, if it was with you.❞

Buck tensed just for a second at the face touching, then leaned into it, feeling like he was on cloud nine. He beamed, feeling nervous all over. Oh he'd never kissed before, would he do it right?? Would huron regret it??

Buck felt dizzy, in a good way. Like a he was light as can be, relaxed in the first time... in maybe forever. He swallowed and nodded, eyes glancing to Hurons lips before back up to his eyes.

[Huron and Buck shared a look before bursting out in laughter]

Buck laughed and shook his head fondly, ❝You're sucha nerd is what you are,❞ he laughed and couldn't help himself reaching one hand up to cup Hurons cheek and gently kiss him once more, holding it a little longer.

Buck felt a flash of fear, scared Dylan might now think different of him, might say they were gross, might-

But Dylan blinked a few times, then a big smirk slowly appeared on his small face. He took a small step back... another...

Then giggled and turned and ran to the living room, ❝MAAMAAAAAA!!!! MAAAAAAAAAA MA MA MA MA MA, MÁTHAIR CHRÍONNA!❞

All of a sudden, Sherlock heard movement a few yards off. He tried to scramble into a tree, but climbing was never his strong suit, and he fell back to the ground just as the person approached.

:>

❝I'll never understand why you wanna go out in the rain...❞ Dylan grunted as he held onto Chances reigns, limping beside him. Hie hair was soaking wet, sticking to his forehead, getting in his remaining eye. But Chance seemed happy, trotting along and giving a huff.

Dylan sighed, pushing his hair up, kinda slicking it back, looking up, eyes narrowed. Least the rain wasn't heavy, more so a drizzle. He could deal with that better; rain wasn't bad, he'd been in it plenty, he'd just gotten comfortable to not being wet. More used to that now.

He heard sone noise and looked over quickly, on alert. His eye scanned the area, head tilting slowly as he began to walk in the direction to inspect; what did he have to lose?

As he stepped into the little clearing, someon had fallen out of the tree they apparently had been climbing. Dylan internally winced and hoped they hadn't fallen far, but he halted a few feet away, looking down at them, head still tilted, blinking with curiosity.

❝....You ok there??❞

He laughed a bit, sitting down on his hunches, still facing the other. ❝Truth be told, I dunno really... I had this whole thing with the Devil, technically sold my soul to him 'n when I got it back fair 'n square, he wouldn't let go, multiple times. So, in the end I stole my souls contract after I uh, died the first time.❞

He hummed, ❝Since then my looks have changed 'n that's when I could shapeshift. It used to jus' happen when I was like, frightened or panicked, now I can have it happen randomly.❞

Dylan shrugged and turned back to his normal form. ❝... it is what it is, really my own kinda fault. I've died more times than I can count, 'm jus' stubborn.❞

❝Certainly has it's moments.❞

As they walked inside, it was a pretty cozy place... a fireplace, a couch, a rocking chair, a small shelf of books, a kitchen to the right, and a hallway to the left of what could be assumed rooms. There was a gaint dog bed in the living room, where three hounds were asleep curled up with each other, occasionally kicking one another. A cat lay on the top of the couch, purring.

Dylan assumed Scrap, Bata were with Huron and Buck in their room, and Vulcan and Fang, the mice, pip were in the shared boys room. He turned to Sherlock, smile still on.

❝Ya want the couch or I can get a mattress out for ya? Oh, are ya hungry at all?❞

Dylan looked to the hounds, blinking. He was silent for a moment then smiled sheepishly and looked back to Sherlock. ❝'m gonna be so honest, I only remember the girls name, Pandora... I do NOT remember the others.❞

Dylan chuckled, rubbing his neck, ❝The hounds 'n I have a bit of a past, so I honestly jus'... kinda ignore them. Not that I don't like 'em particularly, jus' ain't my thing. 'M not a dog person really anyhow.❞

Dylan chuckled, maneuvering to the kitchen. ❝Fair. Yeah, the hounds are pretttyyy calm. If you were ta see Scrap 'n Bata, they'd be all over ya. They're the pups, But I think they are in Hurons and Bucks room.❞

Pandora leaned her head up and tentatively sniffed Sherlock; upon realizing they were ok, she gave a simple lick to their hand.

❝Uh-huh!❞ Dylan keep your voice down, please, there are folks trying to sleep! ❝Oh, Hurons my older brother, the one I was talkin' about before! Buck is his husband, my brother-in-law i think it's called! Buck owns Scrap 'n Bata, Scrap is the kid of his um, old dog...❞

Dylan hummed, watching the pan then looking iver and getting distracted by needing to put away utensils- oh hey the napkins are still out too! Do those cups need to be put away?... what was he doing?

He looked to Sherlock and smiled, ❝I thinkkk everything's pretty much clean... oh! If you wanna get the drinks from the fridge that'd be great! Any you can take, besides the lemonade. That's mine.❞ is this the greed they talk about from the Bible.

[Huron had never had a crush before....okay scratch that, he once had a crush on this girl Helena but she laughed when he asked her out, so he never had any experience with dating or love, he knew what it could look like but ultimately believed that he would never have that for himself....then Buck came around, his best friend, his only friend, and soon he felt weird around him, he knew what it meant but knew he could end up losing Buck because of it so he pushed those feelings down.

The two of them were laughing on Huron's bed, ever since their conversation, Buck seems to have been doing better, and Huron was glad

But he wore his heart on his sleeve ...and Buck could read him like an open book, so it probably won't be long until he puts two and two together]

Buck wasn't a dull boy; he could pick up on people's emotions pretty well, their faces and reactions, even the ones that just lasted a second. It was just something he did subconsciously.... Huron made it fairly easy too; the other was easy to read, wearing his emotions out and about. It's what Buck appreciated about him.

He started realizing Huron was acting a bit odd around him a few backs back; Hurons lingering glances, more words occasionally stuttered over, more smiling than just friends. Buck the first week had gotten tense about it, wondering what was up, was something wrong? Buttttt he soon realized, and was more surprised than anything.

He even began to debate with himself; do I like Huron like that?... yes? Or is it just friendship I'm feeling? Sure sometimes his heart raced a little more when around his friend, but that happens to everyone right? Sure he thought back on their hand holding, but it was just... normal. Right?

Buck hadn't ever had a crush; it wasn't that he didn't see the point in having one, he just never met someone who strikes him that way. All Angelos friends were snobbish brats or much too young. One girl, Sarah, had the hoots for Buck and often made moves, but he never paid much mind, simply for the fact of... dating a girl wasn't his type. He knew he liked men. But no man he came across was anything he wanted to date.

But... None the less he said nothing to Huron, not yet. Maybe he was reading too deep into it, or maybe Huron didn't want to say anything in fear of something... I mean. Being a Gay man in this time wasn't exactly accepted... So, best not to push his luck for right now.

Bucks chuckle faded a bit as he sat back up, wiping his eye. ❝Shit man, you tryin' to make my lungs explode with all this laughin'?❞

"I dunno even remember what we were laughin' 'bout!"

Buck chuckled then let out a breath, looking back to Huron; as the other broke away from the staring, he smiled slightly.

....Huron was cute. He'd admit that, who wouldn't. Huron had charm, had kindness, everything Buck would want in a dating partner... and Huron was himself. He didn't try to change for others that didn't matter...

But how do you bring that prospect up? 'Do you like me?' 'Soooo, thinking of a relationship anytime soon?' God those were all horrible...

"so...has anyone caught your eye recently? I keep making fun of Dylan cause he likes someone so might as well do the same for you, huh?"

Buck looked back up at him, leaning on hid hands behind him on the bed. He hummed. ❝he does huh? 'M a bit surprised... but uh.❞ he smiled sheepishly.

❝....There's this one uh, guy, yeah.❞ he swallowed glancing away, rubbing his neck. Oh god how'd he go about this? Play it cool? Tell him? Just play along... ❝I ain't into girls, so. Jus' this one guy... he's... Nice. Talented. Considerate.❞ he glanced back.

Buck nodded. ❝I suspected so from when ya uh, were singing that song 'bout a month back. Said girlfriend or boyfriend, so...❞ he rubbed his neck, letting the silence linger.

.... oh fuck it. His brains mostly gone, hell. But if he messed this up? What if Huron didn't like him that way or even as a friend after he said it? What if he- SHUT UP BRAIN.

❝....it's you.. um. By the way.❞ he more or less whispered, looking away. ❝The.. Nice, talented 'n kind person...❞

...

GOD DAMMIT NARRATOR DO YOU JOB RIGHT AND FUCKIN' REMEMBER WHAT YOU PUT FOR HELLS SAKE (:,) aye aye captain)

Buck rolled his eyes playfully and laughed a bit, ❝Oh same god damn difference 'm sure... I mean. You're both so, they match none the less.❞ he swallowed and looked at Huron now.

Bucks smile grew a little more, as did a light blush on his cheeks. He felt both anxious and intrigued. Aha... so he had been right...

He chuckled faintly and smirked. ❝Really? I actually can't tell, who is it, hmmm?❞ he teased, shuffling a bit closer himself.

[Huron chuckled but looked down a bit, taking one of Buck's hands in his own like that night they shared]

"listen I...

I know I won't be the best, honestly I don't know how this or how many people work, I'm headstrong and stubborn and I don't always take care of myself but I've....never felt this way about anyone, it honestly feels like I know you more than anyone else"

[Huron looked back up]

Buck looked at their hands and smiled, gently giving a squeeze before looking back up.

he locked eyes with him, heart pounding and he nodded slightly. ❝...I know ya headstrong 'n stubborn, often put others needs before your own. 'N that's ok. It's jus' about getting slowly better in the future... together...❞

He nodded again and let out a shaky breath. ❝'m terrified, of hurting you in some way. Not jus' cause of the rabies, juat in general. I-i know 'm... rough. I'm bitter, I'm moody, it's my defense. They say don't love anyone until you love yourself but... when 'm with you, I hate myself a little less. You make me feel like an actual person, with feelings. With thoughts.... I ain't never dated, but I'd like too, if it was with you.❞

Buck tensed just for a second at the face touching, then leaned into it, feeling like he was on cloud nine. He beamed, feeling nervous all over. Oh he'd never kissed before, would he do it right?? Would huron regret it??

Buck felt dizzy, in a good way. Like a he was light as can be, relaxed in the first time... in maybe forever. He swallowed and nodded, eyes glancing to Hurons lips before back up to his eyes.

[Huron and Buck shared a look before bursting out in laughter]

Buck laughed and shook his head fondly, ❝You're sucha nerd is what you are,❞ he laughed and couldn't help himself reaching one hand up to cup Hurons cheek and gently kiss him once more, holding it a little longer.

All of a sudden, Sherlock heard movement a few yards off. He tried to scramble into a tree, but climbing was never his strong suit, and he fell back to the ground just as the person approached.

:>

❝I'll never understand why you wanna go out in the rain...❞ Dylan grunted as he held onto Chances reigns, limping beside him. Hie hair was soaking wet, sticking to his forehead, getting in his remaining eye. But Chance seemed happy, trotting along and giving a huff.

Dylan sighed, pushing his hair up, kinda slicking it back, looking up, eyes narrowed. Least the rain wasn't heavy, more so a drizzle. He could deal with that better; rain wasn't bad, he'd been in it plenty, he'd just gotten comfortable to not being wet. More used to that now.

He heard sone noise and looked over quickly, on alert. His eye scanned the area, head tilting slowly as he began to walk in the direction to inspect; what did he have to lose?

As he stepped into the little clearing, someon had fallen out of the tree they apparently had been climbing. Dylan internally winced and hoped they hadn't fallen far, but he halted a few feet away, looking down at them, head still tilted, blinking with curiosity.

❝....You ok there??❞

He laughed a bit, sitting down on his hunches, still facing the other. ❝Truth be told, I dunno really... I had this whole thing with the Devil, technically sold my soul to him 'n when I got it back fair 'n square, he wouldn't let go, multiple times. So, in the end I stole my souls contract after I uh, died the first time.❞

He hummed, ❝Since then my looks have changed 'n that's when I could shapeshift. It used to jus' happen when I was like, frightened or panicked, now I can have it happen randomly.❞

Dylan shrugged and turned back to his normal form. ❝... it is what it is, really my own kinda fault. I've died more times than I can count, 'm jus' stubborn.❞

❝Certainly has it's moments.❞

As they walked inside, it was a pretty cozy place... a fireplace, a couch, a rocking chair, a small shelf of books, a kitchen to the right, and a hallway to the left of what could be assumed rooms. There was a gaint dog bed in the living room, where three hounds were asleep curled up with each other, occasionally kicking one another. A cat lay on the top of the couch, purring.

Dylan assumed Scrap, Bata were with Huron and Buck in their room, and Vulcan and Fang, the mice, pip were in the shared boys room. He turned to Sherlock, smile still on.

❝Ya want the couch or I can get a mattress out for ya? Oh, are ya hungry at all?❞

Dylan looked to the hounds, blinking. He was silent for a moment then smiled sheepishly and looked back to Sherlock. ❝'m gonna be so honest, I only remember the girls name, Pandora... I do NOT remember the others.❞

Dylan chuckled, rubbing his neck, ❝The hounds 'n I have a bit of a past, so I honestly jus'... kinda ignore them. Not that I don't like 'em particularly, jus' ain't my thing. 'M not a dog person really anyhow.❞

Dylan chuckled, maneuvering to the kitchen. ❝Fair. Yeah, the hounds are pretttyyy calm. If you were ta see Scrap 'n Bata, they'd be all over ya. They're the pups, But I think they are in Hurons and Bucks room.❞

Pandora leaned her head up and tentatively sniffed Sherlock; upon realizing they were ok, she gave a simple lick to their hand.

❝Uh-huh!❞ Dylan keep your voice down, please, there are folks trying to sleep! ❝Oh, Hurons my older brother, the one I was talkin' about before! Buck is his husband, my brother-in-law i think it's called! Buck owns Scrap 'n Bata, Scrap is the kid of his um, old dog...❞

[Huron had never had a crush before....okay scratch that, he once had a crush on this girl Helena but she laughed when he asked her out, so he never had any experience with dating or love, he knew what it could look like but ultimately believed that he would never have that for himself....then Buck came around, his best friend, his only friend, and soon he felt weird around him, he knew what it meant but knew he could end up losing Buck because of it so he pushed those feelings down.

The two of them were laughing on Huron's bed, ever since their conversation, Buck seems to have been doing better, and Huron was glad

But he wore his heart on his sleeve ...and Buck could read him like an open book, so it probably won't be long until he puts two and two together]

Buck wasn't a dull boy; he could pick up on people's emotions pretty well, their faces and reactions, even the ones that just lasted a second. It was just something he did subconsciously.... Huron made it fairly easy too; the other was easy to read, wearing his emotions out and about. It's what Buck appreciated about him.

He started realizing Huron was acting a bit odd around him a few backs back; Hurons lingering glances, more words occasionally stuttered over, more smiling than just friends. Buck the first week had gotten tense about it, wondering what was up, was something wrong? Buttttt he soon realized, and was more surprised than anything.

He even began to debate with himself; do I like Huron like that?... yes? Or is it just friendship I'm feeling? Sure sometimes his heart raced a little more when around his friend, but that happens to everyone right? Sure he thought back on their hand holding, but it was just... normal. Right?

Buck hadn't ever had a crush; it wasn't that he didn't see the point in having one, he just never met someone who strikes him that way. All Angelos friends were snobbish brats or much too young. One girl, Sarah, had the hoots for Buck and often made moves, but he never paid much mind, simply for the fact of... dating a girl wasn't his type. He knew he liked men. But no man he came across was anything he wanted to date.

But... None the less he said nothing to Huron, not yet. Maybe he was reading too deep into it, or maybe Huron didn't want to say anything in fear of something... I mean. Being a Gay man in this time wasn't exactly accepted... So, best not to push his luck for right now.

Bucks chuckle faded a bit as he sat back up, wiping his eye. ❝Shit man, you tryin' to make my lungs explode with all this laughin'?❞

"I dunno even remember what we were laughin' 'bout!"

Buck chuckled then let out a breath, looking back to Huron; as the other broke away from the staring, he smiled slightly.

....Huron was cute. He'd admit that, who wouldn't. Huron had charm, had kindness, everything Buck would want in a dating partner... and Huron was himself. He didn't try to change for others that didn't matter...

But how do you bring that prospect up? 'Do you like me?' 'Soooo, thinking of a relationship anytime soon?' God those were all horrible...

"so...has anyone caught your eye recently? I keep making fun of Dylan cause he likes someone so might as well do the same for you, huh?"

Buck looked back up at him, leaning on hid hands behind him on the bed. He hummed. ❝he does huh? 'M a bit surprised... but uh.❞ he smiled sheepishly.

❝....There's this one uh, guy, yeah.❞ he swallowed glancing away, rubbing his neck. Oh god how'd he go about this? Play it cool? Tell him? Just play along... ❝I ain't into girls, so. Jus' this one guy... he's... Nice. Talented. Considerate.❞ he glanced back.

Buck nodded. ❝I suspected so from when ya uh, were singing that song 'bout a month back. Said girlfriend or boyfriend, so...❞ he rubbed his neck, letting the silence linger.

.... oh fuck it. His brains mostly gone, hell. But if he messed this up? What if Huron didn't like him that way or even as a friend after he said it? What if he- SHUT UP BRAIN.

❝....it's you.. um. By the way.❞ he more or less whispered, looking away. ❝The.. Nice, talented 'n kind person...❞

...

GOD DAMMIT NARRATOR DO YOU JOB RIGHT AND FUCKIN' REMEMBER WHAT YOU PUT FOR HELLS SAKE (:,) aye aye captain)

Buck rolled his eyes playfully and laughed a bit, ❝Oh same god damn difference 'm sure... I mean. You're both so, they match none the less.❞ he swallowed and looked at Huron now.

Bucks smile grew a little more, as did a light blush on his cheeks. He felt both anxious and intrigued. Aha... so he had been right...

He chuckled faintly and smirked. ❝Really? I actually can't tell, who is it, hmmm?❞ he teased, shuffling a bit closer himself.

[Huron chuckled but looked down a bit, taking one of Buck's hands in his own like that night they shared]

"listen I...

I know I won't be the best, honestly I don't know how this or how many people work, I'm headstrong and stubborn and I don't always take care of myself but I've....never felt this way about anyone, it honestly feels like I know you more than anyone else"

[Huron looked back up]

Buck looked at their hands and smiled, gently giving a squeeze before looking back up.

he locked eyes with him, heart pounding and he nodded slightly. ❝...I know ya headstrong 'n stubborn, often put others needs before your own. 'N that's ok. It's jus' about getting slowly better in the future... together...❞

He nodded again and let out a shaky breath. ❝'m terrified, of hurting you in some way. Not jus' cause of the rabies, juat in general. I-i know 'm... rough. I'm bitter, I'm moody, it's my defense. They say don't love anyone until you love yourself but... when 'm with you, I hate myself a little less. You make me feel like an actual person, with feelings. With thoughts.... I ain't never dated, but I'd like too, if it was with you.❞

Buck tensed just for a second at the face touching, then leaned into it, feeling like he was on cloud nine. He beamed, feeling nervous all over. Oh he'd never kissed before, would he do it right?? Would huron regret it??

Buck felt dizzy, in a good way. Like a he was light as can be, relaxed in the first time... in maybe forever. He swallowed and nodded, eyes glancing to Hurons lips before back up to his eyes.

[Huron had never had a crush before....okay scratch that, he once had a crush on this girl Helena but she laughed when he asked her out, so he never had any experience with dating or love, he knew what it could look like but ultimately believed that he would never have that for himself....then Buck came around, his best friend, his only friend, and soon he felt weird around him, he knew what it meant but knew he could end up losing Buck because of it so he pushed those feelings down.

The two of them were laughing on Huron's bed, ever since their conversation, Buck seems to have been doing better, and Huron was glad

But he wore his heart on his sleeve ...and Buck could read him like an open book, so it probably won't be long until he puts two and two together]

Buck wasn't a dull boy; he could pick up on people's emotions pretty well, their faces and reactions, even the ones that just lasted a second. It was just something he did subconsciously.... Huron made it fairly easy too; the other was easy to read, wearing his emotions out and about. It's what Buck appreciated about him.

He started realizing Huron was acting a bit odd around him a few backs back; Hurons lingering glances, more words occasionally stuttered over, more smiling than just friends. Buck the first week had gotten tense about it, wondering what was up, was something wrong? Buttttt he soon realized, and was more surprised than anything.

He even began to debate with himself; do I like Huron like that?... yes? Or is it just friendship I'm feeling? Sure sometimes his heart raced a little more when around his friend, but that happens to everyone right? Sure he thought back on their hand holding, but it was just... normal. Right?

Buck hadn't ever had a crush; it wasn't that he didn't see the point in having one, he just never met someone who strikes him that way. All Angelos friends were snobbish brats or much too young. One girl, Sarah, had the hoots for Buck and often made moves, but he never paid much mind, simply for the fact of... dating a girl wasn't his type. He knew he liked men. But no man he came across was anything he wanted to date.

But... None the less he said nothing to Huron, not yet. Maybe he was reading too deep into it, or maybe Huron didn't want to say anything in fear of something... I mean. Being a Gay man in this time wasn't exactly accepted... So, best not to push his luck for right now.

Bucks chuckle faded a bit as he sat back up, wiping his eye. ❝Shit man, you tryin' to make my lungs explode with all this laughin'?❞

"I dunno even remember what we were laughin' 'bout!"

Buck chuckled then let out a breath, looking back to Huron; as the other broke away from the staring, he smiled slightly.

....Huron was cute. He'd admit that, who wouldn't. Huron had charm, had kindness, everything Buck would want in a dating partner... and Huron was himself. He didn't try to change for others that didn't matter...

But how do you bring that prospect up? 'Do you like me?' 'Soooo, thinking of a relationship anytime soon?' God those were all horrible...

"so...has anyone caught your eye recently? I keep making fun of Dylan cause he likes someone so might as well do the same for you, huh?"

Buck looked back up at him, leaning on hid hands behind him on the bed. He hummed. ❝he does huh? 'M a bit surprised... but uh.❞ he smiled sheepishly.

❝....There's this one uh, guy, yeah.❞ he swallowed glancing away, rubbing his neck. Oh god how'd he go about this? Play it cool? Tell him? Just play along... ❝I ain't into girls, so. Jus' this one guy... he's... Nice. Talented. Considerate.❞ he glanced back.

Buck nodded. ❝I suspected so from when ya uh, were singing that song 'bout a month back. Said girlfriend or boyfriend, so...❞ he rubbed his neck, letting the silence linger.

.... oh fuck it. His brains mostly gone, hell. But if he messed this up? What if Huron didn't like him that way or even as a friend after he said it? What if he- SHUT UP BRAIN.

❝....it's you.. um. By the way.❞ he more or less whispered, looking away. ❝The.. Nice, talented 'n kind person...❞

...

GOD DAMMIT NARRATOR DO YOU JOB RIGHT AND FUCKIN' REMEMBER WHAT YOU PUT FOR HELLS SAKE (:,) aye aye captain)

Buck rolled his eyes playfully and laughed a bit, ❝Oh same god damn difference 'm sure... I mean. You're both so, they match none the less.❞ he swallowed and looked at Huron now.

Bucks smile grew a little more, as did a light blush on his cheeks. He felt both anxious and intrigued. Aha... so he had been right...

He chuckled faintly and smirked. ❝Really? I actually can't tell, who is it, hmmm?❞ he teased, shuffling a bit closer himself.

[Huron chuckled but looked down a bit, taking one of Buck's hands in his own like that night they shared]

"listen I...

I know I won't be the best, honestly I don't know how this or how many people work, I'm headstrong and stubborn and I don't always take care of myself but I've....never felt this way about anyone, it honestly feels like I know you more than anyone else"

[Huron looked back up]

Buck looked at their hands and smiled, gently giving a squeeze before looking back up.

he locked eyes with him, heart pounding and he nodded slightly. ❝...I know ya headstrong 'n stubborn, often put others needs before your own. 'N that's ok. It's jus' about getting slowly better in the future... together...❞

He nodded again and let out a shaky breath. ❝'m terrified, of hurting you in some way. Not jus' cause of the rabies, juat in general. I-i know 'm... rough. I'm bitter, I'm moody, it's my defense. They say don't love anyone until you love yourself but... when 'm with you, I hate myself a little less. You make me feel like an actual person, with feelings. With thoughts.... I ain't never dated, but I'd like too, if it was with you.❞

Buck tensed just for a second at the face touching, then leaned into it, feeling like he was on cloud nine. He beamed, feeling nervous all over. Oh he'd never kissed before, would he do it right?? Would huron regret it??

All of a sudden, Sherlock heard movement a few yards off. He tried to scramble into a tree, but climbing was never his strong suit, and he fell back to the ground just as the person approached.

:>

❝I'll never understand why you wanna go out in the rain...❞ Dylan grunted as he held onto Chances reigns, limping beside him. Hie hair was soaking wet, sticking to his forehead, getting in his remaining eye. But Chance seemed happy, trotting along and giving a huff.

Dylan sighed, pushing his hair up, kinda slicking it back, looking up, eyes narrowed. Least the rain wasn't heavy, more so a drizzle. He could deal with that better; rain wasn't bad, he'd been in it plenty, he'd just gotten comfortable to not being wet. More used to that now.

He heard sone noise and looked over quickly, on alert. His eye scanned the area, head tilting slowly as he began to walk in the direction to inspect; what did he have to lose?

As he stepped into the little clearing, someon had fallen out of the tree they apparently had been climbing. Dylan internally winced and hoped they hadn't fallen far, but he halted a few feet away, looking down at them, head still tilted, blinking with curiosity.

❝....You ok there??❞

He laughed a bit, sitting down on his hunches, still facing the other. ❝Truth be told, I dunno really... I had this whole thing with the Devil, technically sold my soul to him 'n when I got it back fair 'n square, he wouldn't let go, multiple times. So, in the end I stole my souls contract after I uh, died the first time.❞

He hummed, ❝Since then my looks have changed 'n that's when I could shapeshift. It used to jus' happen when I was like, frightened or panicked, now I can have it happen randomly.❞

Dylan shrugged and turned back to his normal form. ❝... it is what it is, really my own kinda fault. I've died more times than I can count, 'm jus' stubborn.❞

❝Certainly has it's moments.❞

As they walked inside, it was a pretty cozy place... a fireplace, a couch, a rocking chair, a small shelf of books, a kitchen to the right, and a hallway to the left of what could be assumed rooms. There was a gaint dog bed in the living room, where three hounds were asleep curled up with each other, occasionally kicking one another. A cat lay on the top of the couch, purring.

Dylan assumed Scrap, Bata were with Huron and Buck in their room, and Vulcan and Fang, the mice, pip were in the shared boys room. He turned to Sherlock, smile still on.

❝Ya want the couch or I can get a mattress out for ya? Oh, are ya hungry at all?❞

Dylan looked to the hounds, blinking. He was silent for a moment then smiled sheepishly and looked back to Sherlock. ❝'m gonna be so honest, I only remember the girls name, Pandora... I do NOT remember the others.❞

Dylan chuckled, rubbing his neck, ❝The hounds 'n I have a bit of a past, so I honestly jus'... kinda ignore them. Not that I don't like 'em particularly, jus' ain't my thing. 'M not a dog person really anyhow.❞

Dylan chuckled, maneuvering to the kitchen. ❝Fair. Yeah, the hounds are pretttyyy calm. If you were ta see Scrap 'n Bata, they'd be all over ya. They're the pups, But I think they are in Hurons and Bucks room.❞

Pandora leaned her head up and tentatively sniffed Sherlock; upon realizing they were ok, she gave a simple lick to their hand.

❝Uh-huh!❞ Dylan keep your voice down, please, there are folks trying to sleep! ❝Oh, Hurons my older brother, the one I was talkin' about before! Buck is his husband, my brother-in-law i think it's called! Buck owns Scrap 'n Bata, Scrap is the kid of his um, old dog...❞

[Huron had never had a crush before....okay scratch that, he once had a crush on this girl Helena but she laughed when he asked her out, so he never had any experience with dating or love, he knew what it could look like but ultimately believed that he would never have that for himself....then Buck came around, his best friend, his only friend, and soon he felt weird around him, he knew what it meant but knew he could end up losing Buck because of it so he pushed those feelings down.

The two of them were laughing on Huron's bed, ever since their conversation, Buck seems to have been doing better, and Huron was glad

But he wore his heart on his sleeve ...and Buck could read him like an open book, so it probably won't be long until he puts two and two together]

Buck wasn't a dull boy; he could pick up on people's emotions pretty well, their faces and reactions, even the ones that just lasted a second. It was just something he did subconsciously.... Huron made it fairly easy too; the other was easy to read, wearing his emotions out and about. It's what Buck appreciated about him.

He started realizing Huron was acting a bit odd around him a few backs back; Hurons lingering glances, more words occasionally stuttered over, more smiling than just friends. Buck the first week had gotten tense about it, wondering what was up, was something wrong? Buttttt he soon realized, and was more surprised than anything.

He even began to debate with himself; do I like Huron like that?... yes? Or is it just friendship I'm feeling? Sure sometimes his heart raced a little more when around his friend, but that happens to everyone right? Sure he thought back on their hand holding, but it was just... normal. Right?

Buck hadn't ever had a crush; it wasn't that he didn't see the point in having one, he just never met someone who strikes him that way. All Angelos friends were snobbish brats or much too young. One girl, Sarah, had the hoots for Buck and often made moves, but he never paid much mind, simply for the fact of... dating a girl wasn't his type. He knew he liked men. But no man he came across was anything he wanted to date.

But... None the less he said nothing to Huron, not yet. Maybe he was reading too deep into it, or maybe Huron didn't want to say anything in fear of something... I mean. Being a Gay man in this time wasn't exactly accepted... So, best not to push his luck for right now.

Bucks chuckle faded a bit as he sat back up, wiping his eye. ❝Shit man, you tryin' to make my lungs explode with all this laughin'?❞

"I dunno even remember what we were laughin' 'bout!"

Buck chuckled then let out a breath, looking back to Huron; as the other broke away from the staring, he smiled slightly.

....Huron was cute. He'd admit that, who wouldn't. Huron had charm, had kindness, everything Buck would want in a dating partner... and Huron was himself. He didn't try to change for others that didn't matter...

But how do you bring that prospect up? 'Do you like me?' 'Soooo, thinking of a relationship anytime soon?' God those were all horrible...

"so...has anyone caught your eye recently? I keep making fun of Dylan cause he likes someone so might as well do the same for you, huh?"

Buck looked back up at him, leaning on hid hands behind him on the bed. He hummed. ❝he does huh? 'M a bit surprised... but uh.❞ he smiled sheepishly.

❝....There's this one uh, guy, yeah.❞ he swallowed glancing away, rubbing his neck. Oh god how'd he go about this? Play it cool? Tell him? Just play along... ❝I ain't into girls, so. Jus' this one guy... he's... Nice. Talented. Considerate.❞ he glanced back.

Buck nodded. ❝I suspected so from when ya uh, were singing that song 'bout a month back. Said girlfriend or boyfriend, so...❞ he rubbed his neck, letting the silence linger.

.... oh fuck it. His brains mostly gone, hell. But if he messed this up? What if Huron didn't like him that way or even as a friend after he said it? What if he- SHUT UP BRAIN.

❝....it's you.. um. By the way.❞ he more or less whispered, looking away. ❝The.. Nice, talented 'n kind person...❞

...

GOD DAMMIT NARRATOR DO YOU JOB RIGHT AND FUCKIN' REMEMBER WHAT YOU PUT FOR HELLS SAKE (:,) aye aye captain)

Buck rolled his eyes playfully and laughed a bit, ❝Oh same god damn difference 'm sure... I mean. You're both so, they match none the less.❞ he swallowed and looked at Huron now.

Bucks smile grew a little more, as did a light blush on his cheeks. He felt both anxious and intrigued. Aha... so he had been right...

He chuckled faintly and smirked. ❝Really? I actually can't tell, who is it, hmmm?❞ he teased, shuffling a bit closer himself.

[Huron chuckled but looked down a bit, taking one of Buck's hands in his own like that night they shared]

"listen I...

I know I won't be the best, honestly I don't know how this or how many people work, I'm headstrong and stubborn and I don't always take care of myself but I've....never felt this way about anyone, it honestly feels like I know you more than anyone else"

[Huron looked back up]

Buck looked at their hands and smiled, gently giving a squeeze before looking back up.

he locked eyes with him, heart pounding and he nodded slightly. ❝...I know ya headstrong 'n stubborn, often put others needs before your own. 'N that's ok. It's jus' about getting slowly better in the future... together...❞

He nodded again and let out a shaky breath. ❝'m terrified, of hurting you in some way. Not jus' cause of the rabies, juat in general. I-i know 'm... rough. I'm bitter, I'm moody, it's my defense. They say don't love anyone until you love yourself but... when 'm with you, I hate myself a little less. You make me feel like an actual person, with feelings. With thoughts.... I ain't never dated, but I'd like too, if it was with you.❞

[Huron had never had a crush before....okay scratch that, he once had a crush on this girl Helena but she laughed when he asked her out, so he never had any experience with dating or love, he knew what it could look like but ultimately believed that he would never have that for himself....then Buck came around, his best friend, his only friend, and soon he felt weird around him, he knew what it meant but knew he could end up losing Buck because of it so he pushed those feelings down.

The two of them were laughing on Huron's bed, ever since their conversation, Buck seems to have been doing better, and Huron was glad

But he wore his heart on his sleeve ...and Buck could read him like an open book, so it probably won't be long until he puts two and two together]

Buck wasn't a dull boy; he could pick up on people's emotions pretty well, their faces and reactions, even the ones that just lasted a second. It was just something he did subconsciously.... Huron made it fairly easy too; the other was easy to read, wearing his emotions out and about. It's what Buck appreciated about him.

He started realizing Huron was acting a bit odd around him a few backs back; Hurons lingering glances, more words occasionally stuttered over, more smiling than just friends. Buck the first week had gotten tense about it, wondering what was up, was something wrong? Buttttt he soon realized, and was more surprised than anything.

He even began to debate with himself; do I like Huron like that?... yes? Or is it just friendship I'm feeling? Sure sometimes his heart raced a little more when around his friend, but that happens to everyone right? Sure he thought back on their hand holding, but it was just... normal. Right?

Buck hadn't ever had a crush; it wasn't that he didn't see the point in having one, he just never met someone who strikes him that way. All Angelos friends were snobbish brats or much too young. One girl, Sarah, had the hoots for Buck and often made moves, but he never paid much mind, simply for the fact of... dating a girl wasn't his type. He knew he liked men. But no man he came across was anything he wanted to date.

But... None the less he said nothing to Huron, not yet. Maybe he was reading too deep into it, or maybe Huron didn't want to say anything in fear of something... I mean. Being a Gay man in this time wasn't exactly accepted... So, best not to push his luck for right now.

Bucks chuckle faded a bit as he sat back up, wiping his eye. ❝Shit man, you tryin' to make my lungs explode with all this laughin'?❞

"I dunno even remember what we were laughin' 'bout!"

Buck chuckled then let out a breath, looking back to Huron; as the other broke away from the staring, he smiled slightly.

....Huron was cute. He'd admit that, who wouldn't. Huron had charm, had kindness, everything Buck would want in a dating partner... and Huron was himself. He didn't try to change for others that didn't matter...

But how do you bring that prospect up? 'Do you like me?' 'Soooo, thinking of a relationship anytime soon?' God those were all horrible...

"so...has anyone caught your eye recently? I keep making fun of Dylan cause he likes someone so might as well do the same for you, huh?"

Buck looked back up at him, leaning on hid hands behind him on the bed. He hummed. ❝he does huh? 'M a bit surprised... but uh.❞ he smiled sheepishly.

❝....There's this one uh, guy, yeah.❞ he swallowed glancing away, rubbing his neck. Oh god how'd he go about this? Play it cool? Tell him? Just play along... ❝I ain't into girls, so. Jus' this one guy... he's... Nice. Talented. Considerate.❞ he glanced back.

Buck nodded. ❝I suspected so from when ya uh, were singing that song 'bout a month back. Said girlfriend or boyfriend, so...❞ he rubbed his neck, letting the silence linger.

.... oh fuck it. His brains mostly gone, hell. But if he messed this up? What if Huron didn't like him that way or even as a friend after he said it? What if he- SHUT UP BRAIN.

❝....it's you.. um. By the way.❞ he more or less whispered, looking away. ❝The.. Nice, talented 'n kind person...❞

...

GOD DAMMIT NARRATOR DO YOU JOB RIGHT AND FUCKIN' REMEMBER WHAT YOU PUT FOR HELLS SAKE (:,) aye aye captain)

Buck rolled his eyes playfully and laughed a bit, ❝Oh same god damn difference 'm sure... I mean. You're both so, they match none the less.❞ he swallowed and looked at Huron now.

Bucks smile grew a little more, as did a light blush on his cheeks. He felt both anxious and intrigued. Aha... so he had been right...

He chuckled faintly and smirked. ❝Really? I actually can't tell, who is it, hmmm?❞ he teased, shuffling a bit closer himself.

[Huron had never had a crush before....okay scratch that, he once had a crush on this girl Helena but she laughed when he asked her out, so he never had any experience with dating or love, he knew what it could look like but ultimately believed that he would never have that for himself....then Buck came around, his best friend, his only friend, and soon he felt weird around him, he knew what it meant but knew he could end up losing Buck because of it so he pushed those feelings down.

The two of them were laughing on Huron's bed, ever since their conversation, Buck seems to have been doing better, and Huron was glad

But he wore his heart on his sleeve ...and Buck could read him like an open book, so it probably won't be long until he puts two and two together]

Buck wasn't a dull boy; he could pick up on people's emotions pretty well, their faces and reactions, even the ones that just lasted a second. It was just something he did subconsciously.... Huron made it fairly easy too; the other was easy to read, wearing his emotions out and about. It's what Buck appreciated about him.

He started realizing Huron was acting a bit odd around him a few backs back; Hurons lingering glances, more words occasionally stuttered over, more smiling than just friends. Buck the first week had gotten tense about it, wondering what was up, was something wrong? Buttttt he soon realized, and was more surprised than anything.

He even began to debate with himself; do I like Huron like that?... yes? Or is it just friendship I'm feeling? Sure sometimes his heart raced a little more when around his friend, but that happens to everyone right? Sure he thought back on their hand holding, but it was just... normal. Right?

Buck hadn't ever had a crush; it wasn't that he didn't see the point in having one, he just never met someone who strikes him that way. All Angelos friends were snobbish brats or much too young. One girl, Sarah, had the hoots for Buck and often made moves, but he never paid much mind, simply for the fact of... dating a girl wasn't his type. He knew he liked men. But no man he came across was anything he wanted to date.

But... None the less he said nothing to Huron, not yet. Maybe he was reading too deep into it, or maybe Huron didn't want to say anything in fear of something... I mean. Being a Gay man in this time wasn't exactly accepted... So, best not to push his luck for right now.

Bucks chuckle faded a bit as he sat back up, wiping his eye. ❝Shit man, you tryin' to make my lungs explode with all this laughin'?❞

"I dunno even remember what we were laughin' 'bout!"

Buck chuckled then let out a breath, looking back to Huron; as the other broke away from the staring, he smiled slightly.

....Huron was cute. He'd admit that, who wouldn't. Huron had charm, had kindness, everything Buck would want in a dating partner... and Huron was himself. He didn't try to change for others that didn't matter...

But how do you bring that prospect up? 'Do you like me?' 'Soooo, thinking of a relationship anytime soon?' God those were all horrible...

"so...has anyone caught your eye recently? I keep making fun of Dylan cause he likes someone so might as well do the same for you, huh?"

Buck looked back up at him, leaning on hid hands behind him on the bed. He hummed. ❝he does huh? 'M a bit surprised... but uh.❞ he smiled sheepishly.

❝....There's this one uh, guy, yeah.❞ he swallowed glancing away, rubbing his neck. Oh god how'd he go about this? Play it cool? Tell him? Just play along... ❝I ain't into girls, so. Jus' this one guy... he's... Nice. Talented. Considerate.❞ he glanced back.

Buck nodded. ❝I suspected so from when ya uh, were singing that song 'bout a month back. Said girlfriend or boyfriend, so...❞ he rubbed his neck, letting the silence linger.

.... oh fuck it. His brains mostly gone, hell. But if he messed this up? What if Huron didn't like him that way or even as a friend after he said it? What if he- SHUT UP BRAIN.

❝....it's you.. um. By the way.❞ he more or less whispered, looking away. ❝The.. Nice, talented 'n kind person...❞

...

GOD DAMMIT NARRATOR DO YOU JOB RIGHT AND FUCKIN' REMEMBER WHAT YOU PUT FOR HELLS SAKE (:,) aye aye captain)

Buck rolled his eyes playfully and laughed a bit, ❝Oh same god damn difference 'm sure... I mean. You're both so, they match none the less.❞ he swallowed and looked at Huron now.

[Huron had never had a crush before....okay scratch that, he once had a crush on this girl Helena but she laughed when he asked her out, so he never had any experience with dating or love, he knew what it could look like but ultimately believed that he would never have that for himself....then Buck came around, his best friend, his only friend, and soon he felt weird around him, he knew what it meant but knew he could end up losing Buck because of it so he pushed those feelings down.

The two of them were laughing on Huron's bed, ever since their conversation, Buck seems to have been doing better, and Huron was glad

But he wore his heart on his sleeve ...and Buck could read him like an open book, so it probably won't be long until he puts two and two together]

Buck wasn't a dull boy; he could pick up on people's emotions pretty well, their faces and reactions, even the ones that just lasted a second. It was just something he did subconsciously.... Huron made it fairly easy too; the other was easy to read, wearing his emotions out and about. It's what Buck appreciated about him.

He started realizing Huron was acting a bit odd around him a few backs back; Hurons lingering glances, more words occasionally stuttered over, more smiling than just friends. Buck the first week had gotten tense about it, wondering what was up, was something wrong? Buttttt he soon realized, and was more surprised than anything.

He even began to debate with himself; do I like Huron like that?... yes? Or is it just friendship I'm feeling? Sure sometimes his heart raced a little more when around his friend, but that happens to everyone right? Sure he thought back on their hand holding, but it was just... normal. Right?

Buck hadn't ever had a crush; it wasn't that he didn't see the point in having one, he just never met someone who strikes him that way. All Angelos friends were snobbish brats or much too young. One girl, Sarah, had the hoots for Buck and often made moves, but he never paid much mind, simply for the fact of... dating a girl wasn't his type. He knew he liked men. But no man he came across was anything he wanted to date.

But... None the less he said nothing to Huron, not yet. Maybe he was reading too deep into it, or maybe Huron didn't want to say anything in fear of something... I mean. Being a Gay man in this time wasn't exactly accepted... So, best not to push his luck for right now.

Bucks chuckle faded a bit as he sat back up, wiping his eye. ❝Shit man, you tryin' to make my lungs explode with all this laughin'?❞

"I dunno even remember what we were laughin' 'bout!"

Buck chuckled then let out a breath, looking back to Huron; as the other broke away from the staring, he smiled slightly.

....Huron was cute. He'd admit that, who wouldn't. Huron had charm, had kindness, everything Buck would want in a dating partner... and Huron was himself. He didn't try to change for others that didn't matter...

But how do you bring that prospect up? 'Do you like me?' 'Soooo, thinking of a relationship anytime soon?' God those were all horrible...

"so...has anyone caught your eye recently? I keep making fun of Dylan cause he likes someone so might as well do the same for you, huh?"

Buck looked back up at him, leaning on hid hands behind him on the bed. He hummed. ❝he does huh? 'M a bit surprised... but uh.❞ he smiled sheepishly.

❝....There's this one uh, guy, yeah.❞ he swallowed glancing away, rubbing his neck. Oh god how'd he go about this? Play it cool? Tell him? Just play along... ❝I ain't into girls, so. Jus' this one guy... he's... Nice. Talented. Considerate.❞ he glanced back.

Buck nodded. ❝I suspected so from when ya uh, were singing that song 'bout a month back. Said girlfriend or boyfriend, so...❞ he rubbed his neck, letting the silence linger.

.... oh fuck it. His brains mostly gone, hell. But if he messed this up? What if Huron didn't like him that way or even as a friend after he said it? What if he- SHUT UP BRAIN.

❝....it's you.. um. By the way.❞ he more or less whispered, looking away. ❝The.. Nice, talented 'n kind person...❞

[Huron had never had a crush before....okay scratch that, he once had a crush on this girl Helena but she laughed when he asked her out, so he never had any experience with dating or love, he knew what it could look like but ultimately believed that he would never have that for himself....then Buck came around, his best friend, his only friend, and soon he felt weird around him, he knew what it meant but knew he could end up losing Buck because of it so he pushed those feelings down.

The two of them were laughing on Huron's bed, ever since their conversation, Buck seems to have been doing better, and Huron was glad

But he wore his heart on his sleeve ...and Buck could read him like an open book, so it probably won't be long until he puts two and two together]

Buck wasn't a dull boy; he could pick up on people's emotions pretty well, their faces and reactions, even the ones that just lasted a second. It was just something he did subconsciously.... Huron made it fairly easy too; the other was easy to read, wearing his emotions out and about. It's what Buck appreciated about him.

He started realizing Huron was acting a bit odd around him a few backs back; Hurons lingering glances, more words occasionally stuttered over, more smiling than just friends. Buck the first week had gotten tense about it, wondering what was up, was something wrong? Buttttt he soon realized, and was more surprised than anything.

He even began to debate with himself; do I like Huron like that?... yes? Or is it just friendship I'm feeling? Sure sometimes his heart raced a little more when around his friend, but that happens to everyone right? Sure he thought back on their hand holding, but it was just... normal. Right?

Buck hadn't ever had a crush; it wasn't that he didn't see the point in having one, he just never met someone who strikes him that way. All Angelos friends were snobbish brats or much too young. One girl, Sarah, had the hoots for Buck and often made moves, but he never paid much mind, simply for the fact of... dating a girl wasn't his type. He knew he liked men. But no man he came across was anything he wanted to date.

But... None the less he said nothing to Huron, not yet. Maybe he was reading too deep into it, or maybe Huron didn't want to say anything in fear of something... I mean. Being a Gay man in this time wasn't exactly accepted... So, best not to push his luck for right now.

Bucks chuckle faded a bit as he sat back up, wiping his eye. ❝Shit man, you tryin' to make my lungs explode with all this laughin'?❞

"I dunno even remember what we were laughin' 'bout!"

Buck chuckled then let out a breath, looking back to Huron; as the other broke away from the staring, he smiled slightly.

....Huron was cute. He'd admit that, who wouldn't. Huron had charm, had kindness, everything Buck would want in a dating partner... and Huron was himself. He didn't try to change for others that didn't matter...

But how do you bring that prospect up? 'Do you like me?' 'Soooo, thinking of a relationship anytime soon?' God those were all horrible...

"so...has anyone caught your eye recently? I keep making fun of Dylan cause he likes someone so might as well do the same for you, huh?"

Buck looked back up at him, leaning on hid hands behind him on the bed. He hummed. ❝he does huh? 'M a bit surprised... but uh.❞ he smiled sheepishly.

❝....There's this one uh, guy, yeah.❞ he swallowed glancing away, rubbing his neck. Oh god how'd he go about this? Play it cool? Tell him? Just play along... ❝I ain't into girls, so. Jus' this one guy... he's... Nice. Talented. Considerate.❞ he glanced back.