Can you do a continuation of the Racctortious soul mate fic? Like where they finally meet?
i haven’t listened to the podcast/watched their videos in forever but fuck it we’ll finish this
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matt was frustrated. hint after hint was given, all obscure and so minuscule that there were hundreds of kids who had these traits and he hadn’t even begun to figure out who his soulmate was. he was never in class to his knowledge, and wasn’t even sure if he was in the same school at this point.
he was still looking at people’s eyes, hoping to find the raccoon that had him on a damn scavenger hunt.
can you just tell me where you are? he wrote, sloppily because he was tired and grouchy from not getting enough sleep and his soulmate was being a little shit today.
nah, what’s the fun in that? his soulmate wrote back, and matt wanted to break his marker.
the bell rang for lunch, and matt kept the marker out in attempt to think of how to reply.
while he was looking down, at his arm, he didn’t see the person in front of him and he ended up crashing into them, both landing on the ground.
“dude what the fuck?” the other kid said.
“shit, my bad,” matt said, quickly scrambling up to help him. he held a hand out, and noticed that he had made a huge line on his arm from crashing into the kid.
when the other kid grabbed his hand, he saw the same line down his arm and other scribbles that looked like the handwriting on his own arm.
finally he looked at his eyes, and was face to face with his raccoon.
“uh, are you-”
“IT’S YOU!” matt yelled, interrupting the other kid.
the kid jumped, nearly cursing. “the fuck you mean ‘it’s you’? what are you on?”
“you’re the fuckin raccoon! my soulmate! look!” matt showed him his arm, and the boy’s eyes widened.
“holy shit. you found me.”
matt grinned, being very proud of himself. “of course i did. can i know your name now?”
the boy rolled his eyes with a smile. “ezra. it’s ezra.”
“ezra,” matt repeated, and ezra rolled his eyes again.
“yeah, don’t wear it out.”
“wow. didn’t know you were such a little bitch.”
“fuck you.”
there was no real malice to their words, and finally they went to lunch together, this time ezra telling matt about himself.
