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Mason chuckled and shook his head, taking the boy’s hand in his. Why not, right? They were already cuddling so holding hands wouldn’t be much worse. He gave a wide grin at the puppy, his eyes trailing over the other’s face for a moment too long. A blush tinted his cheeks a bright pink as he dropped his gaze to his lap, shaking his head. “Hey, I don’t care if you’re 3,000 years old. It’s still a hellhole.” The taller boy raised an eyebrow as the other’s hand fell against his chest, his intentions soon being realized. He let the boy come to him, a small smirk playing on his lips before they molded into the other’s, his long fingers tangling in the other’s hair.

Spencer hardly seemed to notice that he’d caught way more attention than just that of the blonde’s he’d been speaking to, perhaps because all of his was focused on one spot. That was strange for him—he was usually quite receptive of everything around him, right down to the smallest details. Today seemed…off, for him. Perhaps he just needed to get a bit of caffeine into him (though his doctor would highly protest to that). “Not that great,” Spencer repeated, a smile tugging up only one corner of his mouth, “that’s a polite way to put it. S’fair enough—wasn’t gonna try it anyway.” Out of his peripheral vision, he saw his drink had gotten put out for him, and he reached for it, before stepping back away from the counter, allowing the male behind him to approach. “You must be a bit more adventurous than I am.”

Victor was aimlessly wandering around, looking at all the art. Some of it was alright, the rest just confused him. Not paying attention to where he was going, he accidentally walked into someone. “Oh! Shoot! Sorry. I’m a bit of a klutz.”

Jack threw the dirtied rag on over his shoulder as soon as he heard the large graffitied door open. It was an unusual day for him— many students who had just gotten on summer break had been swarming the spot. It made him kind of nervous to be honest. Let’s just say people were a little touchy. “—H-Hi. What could I-I get for you?”

Mason sighed happily and let his head fall to the side, his cheek resting on the top of the other’s head. He wasn’t sure what to make of his feelings for the other, but they were definitely on the more positive side.”Bone? Holy shit. They chew right through bone. You better never get that thing angry, mate. It’ll eat you then I’ll be sad.” He chuckled, scratching at Gregory’s head and smiling lazily; completely content at the moment. A soft smile lifted his lips as the puppy propped himself up on Mason’s chest, licking at his chin before crawling into the lap of the other boy. “Aw, he likes you. He’s a licker though.” To prove his point, the dog began licking at the other’s face, enticing a chuckle from Mason. “Well, obviously they need to be taught a lesson. If they go in there because they like it, there’s something wrong.”

Aw, man. That must've been a cute image. Mason's arm around Vier, Vier leaning against Mason, Mason's cheek chillin' on Vier's head. It was actually made Vier feel pretty nice, too. See, he wore really thin hoodie today, and it was kind of chilly. If it wasn't windy he would have been fine, but all day he was just on the brink of shivering it kind of sucked. "It's not that bad it's kind of cute." It reminded Vier of himself. Cute on the outside but insanely hostile on the inside. Seemed right enough. Vier couldn't help but let out a light aww after the dog licked his face. It was cute, alright? Animals were cute. The puppy curled up in his lap, and Vier wiped off the saliva with his sleeve, and laughed, looking over at Mason. "Mason, they're like, ninety seven years old."

Spencer managed to keep a straight face, despite his rather obvious distaste, and before he could even begin to start being talked into purchasing a smoothie that involved vegetables, he ordered his normal caffeine-riddled beverage instead. It was more expensive, so the person behind the counter was satisfied enough, and he tapped his fingers against it was he stood to wait, taking a glance about. There were a few people sitting at the tables, but not many, and his attention was caught by a blonde that was close by, seeming to be drifting towards where Spencer stood, though he was already holding a cup from the place. Perhaps he was ordering something else…? “Is that one of those shit smoothies they keep trying to get everyone to buy?” He asked, his normally quiet tones raised a bit, to get his attention. Curiosity and all that.

Noel hurried into the café with his eyes glued to the floor, clearly not taking notice of where he was going. So maybe that was why he bumped into someone on the way to the counter. His eyes widened and he took as step back, “Je suis tellement désolé! ..—- I-I am so s-sorry.”

Mason chuckled and shook his head, running a hand through his hair. “Alright, alright. Fine. Maybe they’re a little manly. You’re just lucky you’re cute. I can’t argue properly with cute people.” He admitted, his lips curling into a smirk. The curly headed boy raised an eyebrow as the other moved next to him, a small smile replacing the smirk when his long arm wrapped around the blonde’s shoulders. “A fuzzy snake? Don’t snakes eat fuzzy stuff? Or do ferrets eat snakes? Or is that a Mongoose? Damn, these weird animals are confusing. I’ll stick to my dog.” With that, he grinned, calling the puppy into the room. Soon enough, the tiny Rottweiler puppy came trotting sleepily into the room, curling up in Mason’s lap. “This is Gregory.” He introduced, playing with the puppy’s ears. He raised his eyebrows and laughed. “I was not insulting it! It’s not my fault it’s boring as hell.” 

That got a chuckle, and maybe even another light blush out of Vier. What  could he say? Compliments got you everywhere with him. It was bad enough to begin with, how easily he blushed; but then Mason put his arm around Vier. He gave up trying to hide the blush. Instead, he sort of just nuzzled in closer to the other."Ferrets eat a bunch of stuff. Mine's favorite is cherrios. But you can give them bone, chicken, veggies. Just not chocolate. Nothing too sugary." He frowned, looking up at the other. Man, Vier already thought he was cute as hell, but then he sent in his baby rottweiler and man it was just way too much cute for him to handle. He just wanted to lean up and press their lips together and just start making out right there. Instead, Vier grinned, a soft laugh escaping his lips. "'Lo there, Gregory." He held out a hand for the puppy to sniff, to get used to Vier's scent before he pet the dog. "You don't have to announce it to the entire museum." Oh, jeez. He was funny too.

“I didn’t say anything you didn’t already know.” Mason informed, laughing and shaking his head. He sprawled out on the couch, his back resting against the padded arm. The curly headed boy was beginning to feel more comfortable around the other, more relaxed. “So it doesn’t poop a lot? That’s weird. Do you play with it or what? I’d be afraid to break it, if we’re honest. And they have a mouth full of knives. No thank you. Puppies are nice and you can play with them and they usually won’t bite your fingers off. Gregory is a really good puppy.” He grinned widely, the mention of his dog, sending his mood through the roof. He loved the little thing more than he would ever admit. “Hey, I caught one of them staring at you. I think she was the one, mate. Too bad you missed her.”

"No, okay. They're the manliest. Don't even try to argue with me against this." He told them, folding his arms over his chest. He would not budge on this one. It wasn't too long before Vier got comfortable with the other, sort of leaning against them, head against their shoulder. What could he say? He got really cuddly sometimes. "I dunno. Mine's pretty chill. It's like a fuzzy snake, really. I've had him for awhile though. A few years." A grin grew on his face when the other spoke of his puppy. Man, that was cute as hell. "I might've been the fact that I was chillin' around this boy that was downright insulting the place." He raised a brow, letting out a chuckle.