for a minute the world seemed so simple.
Thread Topic: for a minute the world seemed so simple.
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George chuckled, flushing red. “Speaking of, I should probably put a apron on-“
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Clay chuckled softly, watching George with a smile. “You’re still free to hang in my room, right? Because after I shower, I’m gonna need some cuddles~” He said with a chuckle, humming softly as he relaxed in his seat.
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“As long as you aren’t sweaty, yeah, totally,” George said with a smile, slipping the apron over his head and tying it around his waist before moving back to the sink full of dirty dishes.
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“No, I will definitely be taking a shower beforehand,” Clay said with a chuckle, running a hand through his hair. “How’s your day been so far?” He asked, watching George with a small smile.
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“Uh, fine,” George shrugged, glancing at the time as he picked up a dirty dish. “I had to remake some of the bread- it wasn’t your fault, I baked it for too long.”
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“Ooh, that sucks,” Clay said, crossing his arms over his chest. “Well, the uh, the bread at breakfast was good, if that makes a difference-“
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“Yeah, I managed to salvage some,” George said with a proud smile, setting the plate to dry.
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“And I’m just so impressed~” Clay teased, chuckling softly and watching George with a lovesick grin. “It did taste good, though, so nothing to worry about~”
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George giggled quietly, grabbing another plate to clean. “Okay, I’m glad. Hows your day been?”
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“Exhausting, but okay, I guess,” Clay said, rubbing his face with one hand. “My parents are still nagging me about getting a wife, and getting married and all that bulls---,” he muttered, resting his head against the chair. “I’m so sick of it, like, honestly-“
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“Oh, I’m sorry,” George said, chuckling awkwardly. “I wish I could do something to help-“
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“I do, too,” Clay said with a quiet sigh, looking over at George with a tired smile. “I wish I could just, come out. Tell my parents I’m gay, and that I don’t want to get married to some random girl they try to set me up with-“ He stared down at the floor, his hands gripping his arms and his nails digging into his skin. “They’d kill me if they knew, or at the very least disown me…”
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“Well, don’t you wanna get away from this, Kinda? Do you really wanna be king?” George asked, glancing over.
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“I do, I just- I want to become king under my own accords,” Clay spoke softly, looking back up at George, “not because my parents pit me with a girl I don’t love.”
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“That’s fair,” George hummed in understanding.
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