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𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙮𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙨 𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙛𝙚𝙘𝙩 𝙬𝙤𝙡𝙛 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙧𝙖𝙞𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙞𝙢 𝙞𝙣 𝙘𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙞𝙩𝙮. 𝘽𝙪𝙩 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙝𝙞𝙢 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙩 𝙜𝙡𝙞𝙢𝙥𝙨𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙 𝙗𝙚𝙮𝙤𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙜𝙚.

both hands came to hold the other by the ankles, helping the shorter get comfortable as he carried him into the kitchen. it seemed almost instinct as he’d done this a million times in the past. ❝ hope you’re hungry because I was about to make some dinner.❞

placing a hand over nico’s, he’d help the other to adjust into place for a piggy back ride. resting his other hand over the italian’s leg to ensure he would be held up. ❝ when did you get here? ❞

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀you say we're just friends , 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆 .

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀you don't know 𝒂 𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒆 𝒇𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒎𝒆 .ᐟ don't act like you do .

‍ ‍ ‍ 𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐕𝐈𝐕𝐎𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐕 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄

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❝ just didn’t want to disturb you if you were working on something new. alright, show me then. fair warning, I have no experience playing guitar.❞ turning to give his attention to the guitarist, he’d try to take note of the finger positioning on the instrument.