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“‘m not even si - acHOO!” he sneezes, sniffling with red eyes afterwards. “ - not even sick. just hungover, probably. everything’s all wobbly and i feel like shit, so it’s pretty much a hangover. fuck sickness.”

he’s wobbly on his feet, using his friend’s arm to support him in standing - still swaying slightly - cheeks red and eyes dazed, buttons mismatched and tugging at noah.

“‘ll be fine. don’t make me see mal - i don’t wanna swallow some nasty medicine, noah. it tastes yucky. i think it might be arsenic.” he’s bemoaning, ignoring the siren’s requests entirely of staying away, sniffling as he rests his head on his chest. “don’t wanna.”

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“you won’t be accepting of yourself until you’re accepting of your own nasty ass kinks, noah.” he says sagely, letting cold air from open windows hit bared chests, only warmth between the two of them the flicker of a lighter as two pale bodies draw close to one another, letting cigarette catch flame before pulling back again.

“‘m gonna need another drink for this. jesus. fine.” boy falls back on the bed, taking a long drag before letting the smoke cloud the air, trying to find shapes in the remnants. “you’re lucky i’m just as fucked up as you, if not worse. might even be kink desensitized at this point with the shit i’ve done. i’ll have you know you aren’t as filthy as this one dude i met when i was eighteen, lemme tell you - “

he cuts himself short, as if forgetting what to say or remembering too much. boy sits up instead, lets bones crack and crawls over to his friend.

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eyebrows are arched in perfectly sculpted boredom until the flames of the baton grow larger and larger, dragonfire as the girl blows with a deep breath at the flames. he’s not sure if it’s merely because flame calls to her, or if it is just another circus trick, but boy is amazed all the same.

“that’s fucking amazing!” he’s enthusing, remnants of firelight now in his eyes as he watches the girl, all too smug for his liking, twirl the batons in her hands easily. “‘s it phoenix shit, or did sean teach you? shit, i wonder what else he can teach me - i mean, i asked for him to let me do some sword swallowing with all the shit i swallow but he said no, ‘cause of some stupid reason like safety or whatever - “

he’s bounding towards her all the same, a flurry of excitement and silver hair reflecting under the circus tent.

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“you’re gonna have to find someone else then.” he rolls his eyes, arms crossed and foot tapping impatiently. “‘m not here to make you feel good about yourself li hua - honestly, fuck that. literally, i just need you to stop wearing your goddamn thrift shop clothes every time we go out to the club. seriously. it’s embarrassing. the least you can do is pretend like you almost tried. almost, li hua. i’m not even asking for the full thing and yet you still disappoint me.”

he sighs dramatically, unfolds his arms to tuck a strand of hair behind her ears, tutting softly under his breath. “shame. starting to think i should stop calling you pretty bird and leave it just at bird. god.”

but there’s still the faint flickers of a smile as he tugs at her arm, feet already picking up pace as they walked towards the brightly-lit strip, boy quick to blend in.

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the smaller boy grumbles something incoherent in response, some slur of whatever and hush, turning back to noah and burrowing himself in his chest, cold feet on calves unabashedly and wrapping arms around thin waists.

and silver tails burst from skin slowly, curling in the air and quick to take up space on the bed, wrapping thick furs of all nine of them around the taller boy, pulling bodies closer at the same time. tails shift for a moment, as if trying to get comfortable before settling in their space holding noah, smaller boy with a smile ghosting on his lips despite his closed eyes at how the other falls silent almost immediately with his complaints.

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“my kinda snack or like our kinda snack - y’know, snack-snack or snack-snack? or snack?” he’s arching an eyebrow, smile tugging on lips, looping arms with the boy. “‘cause if you want a snack-snack, then i’m already here, yeah?”

hair sways lightly as he tilts his head up to look at the older boy, glee evident in his face despite how sly words leave lips. “are we doing a continuation of last time? y’know, ring pops - blue raspberry, mhm - and all that licorice again? i mean, technically they’re still snacks and whatever movie you wanna watch can be our witness.”

he stops to step in front of noah, perhaps a touch too much of mischief in his eyes as he tugs the boy into the sleeper, too easy to push the thinner boy onto the bed and climb on top of him, pressing nose to nose and licking his lips slowly.

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“your kind of snacks or my kind of snacks?” he arched an eyebrow, grin pulled up on the edges, all tease in the lilt of his voice. “’cause i saw a pretty girl at the funfair today - think she was by your booth, ‘round 12, tanned skin and tiny - bet she’d be a nice snack, no?” 

he doesn’t wait for a reply, merely steps ahead of the older man and hums under his breath, swinging around the lamp posts on the street. “i don’t mind sharing, really - unless you mean your snacks - that bland old crackers for your failing digestive system as you enter retirement kinda shit, right? that you can have on your own.” 

boy laughs too loudly, makes people turn to stare; has a smile on his lips that keeps them looking. he swings himself easily from the post to the man’s shoulders, pulling him close, keeping him steady. 

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he laughs with his teeth out, lets collarbones catch on fluorescent lights as he tilts his head to look at his friend, silver hair swaying. there’s a buzz in the air, in their throats - beer bottles have been emptied on the table long ago, and crates in the corner suggest a long night to go. 

“sing with you?” he slurs, pulls himself closer to the boy to hear his words over the music, to have hands steady themselves on thighs, on waists. “mm. ‘m no siren though, you’re just saying that so you’ll look better than me up there and that’s no fair.”

he perches himself on the other’s lap clumsily, wraps arms around necks and smiles too mischievously, words dancing along jawlines, catching the flickering lights.