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“So, what I want to know is, if my dad’s a prince, why do I have to learn algebra? What use does finding the slope have when you’re going to be ruling a country someday?”
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' hey. hey, max. important question. ’
score rolls over to face max, making a desperate effort to not fall asleep before he reaches the end of his important question. max, apparently not having any qualms about doing just that, requires a few nudges before he jolts back to life. score situates himself in the crook of max’s arm to talk.
’ do you think crabs see fish and think they’re, like, birds? but in the ocean? ‘cause they can kind of float around and swim and crabs are just stuck on the ocean floor. like, you know, like people and birds. and are crabs jealous of fish? ’
i want the k !!
I WANT THE K. 11: COLLARBONE KISS.
football. score suggests they go out as a legitimate couple for once (not just make out in the back hallway of a frat) and max takes him to watch football. score wonders if maybe they should just talk more, because he can’t recall ever showing an interest in football-- and he can’t even remember if max likes it. clearly he does, but seriously-- football. they’re going to a football game. well, it’s definitely a change of pace.
the game is very, very loud and score doesn’t understand much besides when their team is on the offensive. max points out as much as he can, but it’s pretty obvious to both of them score isn’t going to catch on completely. or, really, at all. he spends more time paying attention to the other school’s marching band than to the score.
when it’s over-- following a spectacular win score is actually invested in-- max doesn’t head back to the dorms as score expects. instead they end up on the shores of the school’s lake, blessedly empty as the rest of campus celebrates the victory.
’ so, what? are you going to wash off the face paint now? ’
score means it as a joke, which max picks up on, but of course he pouts anyway, blue and gold cheeks stretching into a frown.
’ you don’t like it? aw, blondie, where’s your school spirit? ’ ’ buried deep, deep down inside, apparently. ’ ’ well, at least you have the right color scarf. it’s a start. ’ ’ a start? ’ ’ you could use some face paint yourself. ’
and then max is on him, apparently trying to make as much contact with score’s face as is humanly possible. score anchors a hand on the back of max’s neck, attempting to keep everything but max’s lips off his face. it doesn’t work; max breaks free, rubbing his cheeks on score’s and laughing like the giant jerk he is. every time he catches a glimpse of max, his paint is smeared a bit more. and then, just when score thinks it can’t get worse, max starts unraveling his scarf, sliding down score’s neck, undoubtedly smearing score’s whole throat with paint. as the scarf finally hits the ground max wrenches score’s shirt to the side, essentially mauling score’s collarbone just because he knows score’s scarves will cover it. score can’t do much but whimper until max finally relents. he pulls back, face a blue-yellow-green mess (score’s sure he looks no better). even his lips are turquoise.
’ max, is this paint nontoxic? ’ ’ yeah, why? ’
score employs a max-level smirk and allows himself to smear a little more paint on his hands as he reaches for max’s face to kiss him again. there’s school spirit for you.

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NONSEXUAL ACTS OF INTIMACY.
really, his husband should know by now that leaving score alone is just an invitation for him to occupy himself in any way. most of the time, it’s not even an issue; when max goes to work, score does too.
but today score is stuck home with the worst cold of his life, stumbling from room to room wrapped in their comforter. he’s too tired to do much of anything, aside from make toast and empty their water pitcher and watch every musical on netflix.
by the end of the day, though, score feels a little better. better enough to stun max, at least. when max walks into the living room, he’s confronted by a huge monstrosity of guest room sheets and christmas lights and every chair in the dining room. score calls to him from inside, where he’s eating tomato soup straight from the pot.
max quirks an eyebrow, squatting in the entrance while he takes in the mess that is score. he’s wrapped in blankets from the waist down, but his shirt is half off– not to mention his rat’s nest of hair. by way of explanation, score says, ’ fever. ’
it must be acceptable, because in the next moment max is sprawled out next to him. he’s got the soup spoon before score can tell him not to use his, and just like that they know max is going to have to call in sick tomorrow.
they spend the entire night in score’s little tent; score buries himself in max’s arms whenever he’s cold and sprawls across him, half-asleep, whenever he gets hot. as the night progresses max starts sneezing, and score lets him do it right into his shoulder.
they’re barely awake, trying to keep their eyes open long enough to finish whatever they’ve been watching, when max finally utters a stuffy ’ g’night. ’ score probably would have recovered fully if not for max starting to come down with it, too; instead, he’s still sniffling. still, he’s the one with most of the functionality now, so he slips max’s glasses off, turns off the tv, brushes his teeth, changes pajamas, turns out all the lights. but when it comes time to wake max up and move to the bed, he can’t bring himself to do it. instead, he throws a blanket over the both of them right where they are and calls it a night.
‘ can i have this dance? ’
100 WAYS TO SAY ‘ I LOVE YOU. ‘
i don’t know what it is.