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he got to the rendezvous spot, grinning when he saw aster there. “hey babe,” casper said, going in to hug the other.

aeron didn’t want to learn another language. he was being stubborn. he already knew norwegian--he didn’t want to learn another one just for this aster fellow. so he refused. even if he was going to marry this guy, he wasn’t going to learn something else. so he sat in his room, waiting for his betrothed to arrive for their first meeting.

late night lights had a really late night.

rowan had always been a formal guy. even when he was in a world without plumbing and were most people were illiterate ( including himself ), rowan made sure that his speech was formal enough to pass for a member of the upper class. that’s why when the lost boys made a stop in the 1920s, he made sure to hang out with someone who looked like they could fit in with his personality. he spotted someone that looked interesting and made his way over. “hello there, sir. i would like to make your acquaintance. my name is rowan, what is yours?”

anakin mcalistar sat in the restaurant he was meeting ‘luje sun-angel’ at. he looked up at the television, snorting at what he what he saw. it was an interview from his last game--the same interview in which he said that he was ‘so flattered’ that lucas di angelo-soalce had taken one of his moves. his eyes found his brother and he nodded to the tele. “i can’t believe they buy this shit.”

anakin had this struggle everytime he wanted to visit his boyfriend in valhalla. “come on, helgi, you know me! it’s anakin, the son of thanatos?” he slapped the pass that thor had given him for these occasions ( it had taken a lot of convincing to get that pass and anakin was super proud of it ). “i’m allowed in here.” the demigod sighed, looking around the lobby as helgi finally cleared him to go inside. anakin walked up to his boyfriend. “sorry about the wait. helgi was being an ass, but what else is new?”

this was a nice meeting between friends.

river no.