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[nola_cyclops]

Oliver

Alex is dating Northstar.

Yes, really.

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[nola_cyclops]

For the rest of your life, you said.

[nola_quicksilver]

I did say that. It was a promise.

[nola_cyclops]

Did I promise you the same? Because I am right now.

[nola_quicksilver]

Even if I throw a passive aggressive tantrum?

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Even when you do!

[nola_quicksilver]

When, not if, huh? You really do understand me.

[nola_cyclops]

Also the least I can do, considering you've promised yourself to a lifetime of my martyrdom.

[nola_quicksilver]

Martyrs can be hot, though! Look at St. Sebastian.

[nola_cyclops]

I wasn’t expecting him to be so obviously hot, and then I clicked on the link and there it was.

[nola_quicksilver]

The art world is such a thirsty place.

[nola_cyclops]

I’m not surprised, given the artist I know!

[nola_quicksilver]

Ha, have you been looking at my private sketchbooks?

[nola_cyclops]

No! What have you been sketching?! I was just basing this on the way you touch me.

[nola_quicksilver]

Oh, well, then that's what I meant too.

[nola_cyclops]

Is it??

[nola_quicksilver]

Ha, no. I actually do have a sketchbook of anatomy practice. I usually pick underclothed hot people I find on Instagram.

[nola_cyclops]

I like knowing that! It’s somehow a very cute story.

[nola_quicksilver]

I'll show you when I get home. I would sketch you but I thought you might be uncomfortable with it.

[nola_cyclops]

If it was private, I’d be flattered! But I’m mostly excited to see more of your art.

[nola_quicksilver]

Don't get your hopes up, I don't think I'm great at people. But that's why I'm practicing.

[nola_quicksilver]

But I'd draw you until you were perfect.

[nola_cyclops]

Sometimes you’re incredibly romantic and I don’t know what to do about it.

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I'm making up for all the times I was a dick to you when we were just roommates. Once that's done I'll stop cold.

[nola_cyclops]

I don’t believe that for a second!

[nola_quicksilver]

You'll know it's all clear the day I come home and ask why dinner isn't on the table.