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[oorah]

𝓜𝓻. 𝓜𝓪𝔂𝓸𝓻

𝖙𝖊𝖝𝖙, 𝖛𝖎𝖉𝖊𝖔 (𝔲𝔫;𝖍𝖔𝖙𝖉𝖔𝖌)

𝖆𝖈𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓 (𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖆𝖋𝖊 𝖍𝖔𝖚𝖘𝖊)

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𝖛𝖔𝖑𝖚𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖊𝖗 (𝔭𝔯𝔦𝔰𝔬𝔫, 𝔠𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔦𝔠, 𝔥𝔬𝔰𝔭𝔦𝔱𝔞𝔩)

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[nishizono]

Coffee. Tea is for mom.

[ tetora doesn't let frank get too far, as he lifts max and baby-carries the dog in his arms while walking in. he remembers to toe off his shoes, so as not to track any dirt inside the house, nibbling on max's ear all the while he's walking in.

don't dwell too much on it. ]

You doing okay? You really look tired.

[oorah]

[ he smiles at that and goes to make them coffee. even as he rolls his eyes fondly at the gangly teen carrying a fucking pitbull across his house. if it were anyone else, he's pretty sure max wouldn't have tolerated it either. his ear twitches when tet chews on it but that's about the only reaction he has to the whole ordeal.

frank turns back towards him just in time to catch the sign. he's always tired, he's never okay. but that's not something he can say to tetora even when they've shared so much. ] I'm OK. You OK?

[nishizono]

[ a quick kiss nets tetora a slobbery lick under the jaw, and he finally sets the dog down on the floor to let him scamper off to his owner. tetora feels good about carrying the dog, but less so about the wetness quickly drying into a tacky stripe on his jaw. he wipes it off with the back of a sleeve, then falls in step with frank all the way to the kitchen, where he leans against the counter to watch the man make coffee.

it smells good, of course. tetora doesn't care much for the taste, but the smell is something he could like. ]

Been better. Could be worse. I asked N-I-L-L out on a date.

[oorah]

[ frank has his hands full with the coffee but he watches tetora's hands, concealing a smile as he puts the dog down. he wants to make a joke about 'better,' but neither of them really have the luxury. and the next part captures all of his attention in any case. he fumbles with the french press, nearly knocking it over as his brain slowly catches up to what tetora said, his heart beating fast. logically, he knows this boy is not his son. that under any normal circumstances, this shouldn't matter to him. but he puts down the coffee maker and signs almost desperately to get clarification. ]

Did you just say D-A-T-E? [ say it ain't so. my boy's growin up :'( ]

[nishizono]

[ tetora signs it very slowly - letter by letter, in english, carefully transitioning the arrangement of his fingers from D to A to T to E. he could almost - almost - smile over getting frank to lose his composure for a good second, except tetora knows if he stops with the hard-fought-for poker face right now, he'd be crumpling into a ball of confusion and incredulity himself.

what has he gotten into, he doesn't know. what are girls. what are dates. what do. ]

You have to help me because I have no idea what I'm doing.