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@cafesol didn't send ✏️ for some incorrect quote edits but i wanted to do some more byansol ones anyway

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Her days as of late had been spent mainly inside. Laying in bed with her eyes up at the ceiling listening to the same playlist on her mp3 player on repeat. Time seemed to go by agonizingly slow this way.
Gentle footsteps came up the stairs and there was a knock at her door, one she barely heard. Her dad poked his head in and she was met with his kindly face; one with crows feet and long graying black hair. "Sol's here." he said.
Forcing herself out of bed, she came down the stairs. She wasn't exactly how she normally presented herself; her hair in a loose messy bun, a long green cardigan and cropped sweats instead of her usual fitted jeans and a nice blouse. It must've been odd for Sol to see her this way. Or maybe it was her projecting her own self-consciousness.
"Hey." she said quietly, arms folding as she leaned against the doorway. She sounded way more flat than she intended.
"What are you doing here?"
usually, he tries to have his order memorized. it makes the act of actually getting what he wants easier -- skipping the small talk, being able to slide past the awkwardness of fake pleasantries. however, when jay approaches the counter, notes that the menu's changed, the panic in his eyes is very real. ❛ uh --, ❜ he starts, silent at his eyes squint behind his glasses. turning towards @cafesol, he offers an apologetic smile ( that he hopes doesn't reveal his panicked nature ). ❛ just -- um -- i... one -- one second, ❜ he tries again, fingers flexing against the strap of his messenger bag. ( ♥︎ )
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"Mmn..." He tilted his head. It had been recent that he'd shifted into this 'human' form. It had been like a calling. After watching the other for so long in a helpless tarantula form, desperation to protect him had broken him free from the small body. But now, he didn't know how to transform back, and he didn't know how to look or act like a human! He'd been stuck like this - with 8 eyes and four arms.
Thankfully, the one he cared for didn't seem to mind. They'd been together ever since, and they've been working very hard to ensure they could communicate together!
"Spoon?" The tarantula picked up the fork. "Fork?" He picked up the spoon. They'd gone over this yesterday, but it was a little hard to remember...
" ... I disappear for a few weeks and come back to this ... Engaged, seriously ... ? Young love is disgusting."
aka congrats to @byanyan & @cafesol ... ig

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@cafesol sent:
[ text - by-by ❤️ ] i’ll be at the shop in five mins [ text - by-by ❤️ ] i’ve got something planned if you didn’t have a crazy day [ text - by-by ❤️ ] it’s a surprise though, you’ll have to wait and see [ text - by-by ❤️ ] love you 😘
ㅤas always, sol has impeccable timing — they're just finishing up with their last client of the day when they hear their phone buzzing on the desk behind them. within the next two minutes, they're peeling the disposable gloves off their hands, tossing them into the trash, and pulling up the new messages. ...a surprise, huh? consider their interest piqued. five minutes? gaze darts to the clock in the corner of the screen and byan ponders for a moment whether they should reply to the texts or get their things together so they're simply ready to go when their boyfriend arrives. sucking on their bottom lip, struggling to make a decision one way or the other, they waste more of their limited time than necessary before finally getting to their feet — phone shoved into their back pocket, the tattoo artist starts erratically gathering their belongings and tossing them haphazardly into their cutesy messenger bag.
impatient and excited, they're bouncing on the tips of their toes in the waiting area in a matter of minutes, eagerly watching out the windows of the shop for the first glimpse of sol and, once he does finally come into view, they're at the door before he can even reach for it.
ㅤㅤ" what's the surprise? "ㅤthe question is almost out the door before they are, practically leaping on to poor sol without any warning. arms wrap around his shoulders, and their eyes stare directly into his as if searching for the answer (an answer some part of them just knows he's going to make them wait even longer for, because he knows how little patience they have and loves to use that to tease them).
a pause comes abruptly as they seem to remember themself though, and byan presses a quick greeting peck to their boyfriend's lips.
ㅤㅤ" —sorry, hi. missed ya. now what's the surprise? "
so uhm. finally making an "i'm alive and gonna try to be here soon" post earlier caused a lil burst of creativity, so. here's a cute redraw i told @cafesol was next on my art list what feels like forever ago
ㅤhands trembling, heart racing, byan jumps at every sudden noise, wide eyes darting about watchfully; they look like a frightened prey animal and rather feel like one in this moment. even the vibration of their phone nearly sends them leaping out of their skin, even though they're expecting (or at least hoping for) a message back. scrabbling to pull the device free of their pocket once more, they cling to it like a lifeline as they pull up sol's replies.
[sms: sunny boy 💖]:ㅤur place feels safer [sms: sunny boy 💖]:ㅤill come there [sms: sunny boy 💖]:ㅤty 4 replyign [sms: sunny boy 💖]:ㅤwuz worried u mite b asleep [sms: sunny boy 💖]:ㅤbut [sms: sunny boy 💖]:ㅤidk [sms: sunny boy 💖]:ㅤits bad tonite [sms: sunny boy 💖]:ㅤomw. ty.
♡ @cafesol — (x)