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"I know…" He muttered. "Guess I'll be heading out." He walked over to the couch, kissing the cat on the head. "Don't be a little shit while Quince rests, ya hear me?" He asked it, before standing.
"I know…" He muttered. "Guess I'll be heading out." He walked over to the couch, kissing the cat on the head. "Don't be a little shit while Quince rests, ya hear me?" He asked it, before standing.
“He’ll be fine. Besides I have to deal with you!” Quince laughed and poked Jack teasingly, “Just kidding!”
He rolled his eyes affectionately. "I'll see ya tonight." He said, walking out. He face palmed the second the door closed behind him. "I'll see you tonight?" Really? It sounded like a date!
“Byeee!” Quince giggles and hugged Mercury affectionately, he then picked him and started heading to his room, “He made it sound like a date…though I’m sure he didn’t mean that way…” he blushed at the thought of them dating, “Oh god…I love him so much!” He got in bed with Mercury next to him and quickly fell asleep.
((Confessing love to the person's cat: A mood
Also, time skip?))
(Yes and I know right?!)
((Quince is a sweetheart I love him))
Jack finally got home, kicking the door shut behind him. "Quince? You up? I picked up some take out!" He said, dropping the food in the kitchen. "Quince?"
Quince groaned softly as he heard Jacks voice and sat up, yawning, “Coming…” he said tiredly and quickly changed into a hoodie and jeans after realizing he still had his uniform on. He walked out of his room with his hair messy and all over the place as Mercury ran past him and jumped up into the counter.
(Aw thank you, I really love Jack as well.)
((Thank you so much!))
Jack smiled softly, blushing a bit. Fuck, he's hot-NO! "Come, I bring food!" He said, dramatically gesturing with one arm as he pat Mercury with the other.
“Ah, yes excellent I’ve been waiting for you to feed me,” Quince said jokingly, he was then interrupted by a yawn and almost tripped onto the floor but he reached the counter and grabbed onto it before it happened, “That could’ve ended badly.” He said embarrassed while he ran his fingers through his hair
"You okay?" He asked, unpacking the containers. "Or just still half asleep?"
“Half-asleep…” He looked at the food, “What did you get? And how was work?”
"Some Chinese." He said, shrugging. "And work fucking sucked. Seriously. Mrs. Holier than thou? Yelled at me for having the audacity to have blue hair. Seriously. Claimed I was pushing the devil's intentions onto her kids. Who are like, twelve and thirteen. I feel bad for 'em." He cut off his ranting. "How bout you? Good sleep?"
“That sucks, she’s a huge butch isn’t she?” He yawned covering his mouth and flicking a bit of hair out of his face, “I slept well and for the entire time you were gone…”
He smiled. "Good. You need it." He said, passing the other the food he got him. "Now you just gotta eat."
Quince smiled tiredly at him and sat down, “Thanks. Do you want to have a movie night tonight?” He really wanted a date and he realized how much it sounded like he wanted a date. He lightly blushed and started eating.
He nodded, smiling excitedly. "Whatcha wanna watch?" He sat down, opening his food container thing.
“It’s up to you!” Quince silently screamed with happiness that he accepted and smiled, “I’m fine with whatever you want to watch.”
"…Can we watch Rock and Roll High school?" He asked quietly, looking down at his food.
“Yeah sure! I don’t think I’ve seen that before.” Quince looked at Jack admiringly
He grinned, almost childishly as he looked up.
A deep blush overcame Quince’s face at Jack’s expression and he covered his mouth, “E-excuse me…” he ran to the bathroom shut the door and stared into the mirror, willing the growing blush to go away.
He watched him, a bit confused. "Quince?" He called after him, blinking. Shit, I fucked up, didn't I? Fuck.
He watched him, a bit confused. "Quince?" He called after him, blinking. Shit, I fucked up, didn't I? Fuck.
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