Maple Candy

[[/crawls out of the ground]]

[Text]: Yeah, easier said than done

[Text]: You know I didn't mean it like that, of course you're family..

[Text]: Yeah, easier said than done

francisleseduisant replied to your post “[ He’s laying on his bed, staring blankly up at his ceiling— He blinks…”

[Text]: I'm spending Christmas alone again this year... and no one's come looking for me

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  "Well, I mean, you don’t have to come up here just to kill it, we could hang out after. Maybe get a couple of drinks and order a pizzANDOH MY GOD—”

"Why don’t you just leave the roo—?!?!" 

"My place is open concept, there's pretty much only one room aside from the bedrooms and bathrooms-- and b-besides, if I left the room and came back and couldn't find it, I'd have to set my house on fire."

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[ He doesn’t answer immediately, but it’s obvious that he’s out of breath. ]

[he sits up in bed]

"Well, I mean, you don't have to come up here just to kill it, we could hang out after. Maybe get a couple of drinks and order a pizzANDOH MY GOD--"

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[ He doesn’t answer immediately, but it’s obvious that he’s out of breath. ]

"No no, I don’t mind, really—" [ Matthew shakes his head, sitting up straighter in his chair— ] "You’re actually… helping me out by telling me all of this…" [ There’s a smile, although slight, as Matthew interlaces his fingers— twiddles his thumbs… ]

"…Oh, really? I’m glad I’m doing that, at least."

[ There's a hum and another nod and Matthew leaves it at that. It's true he didn't talk about such things often, and he remembers now that it's because of how draining it is. He sighs, forces a smile through his gloom and straightens up. ]

  [smiles at that,] “oh no the conformity of the Canadian way.” [joking of course]

[ With a playful scorn, Matthew sticks his tongue out at the elder, and pulls a small jar of sugar out of his cabinet. ] “What can I say— we’re crazy about pleasing other people~”

[he crosses his legs on the chair as he sits leaning an elbow on the table, his cheek cupped in his own hand]

[ At that, Matthew giggles-- sets both of his elbows on the table and sits his chin in the palms of his hands. He gives a cheeky grin. ] "I was gonna pay anyways, y'know~,"

[ A nod and a hum follows, Matthew’s eyes slightly downcast towards his menu. ] “Huh… I’ve actually—- never considered that? I guess I’m a little bit of a pushover when it comes to pleasing my friends… I’d sooner conform to their pleasure than trying to get them to acknowledge mine…I don’t like conflict much, so…” 

"I suppose I can understand. I used to be that kind of person myself, really - I was very nice to my friends, and I used to let them do what they wanted. It worked between us for a while, and then, there was stuff that was inexcusable…"

"No no, I don't mind, really--" [ Matthew shakes his head, sitting up straighter in his chair-- ] "You're actually... helping me out by telling me all of this..." [ There's a smile, although slight, as Matthew interlaces his fingers-- twiddles his thumbs... ]