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Chess [Opening Move]
Teddy feels like something out of a Sir Arthur Conan Doyle novel. The townhouse is huge and the fireplaces keep it warm, and the kitchen's stocked and there's tea and aperitifs and so many books. The fact that they're entertaining, sort of, is pleasing in a silly domestic way. The fact that Teddy is wearing riding boots, rather fitted black trousers, and an overly romanticized white blouse while they entertain is silly in a pleasing historical way. All in all, it's not a bad time.
He sets down a bottle of cassis and a carafe of water before taking his own seat again.
"So it was like... the big bad wolf?"
He sets down a bottle of cassis and a carafe of water before taking his own seat again.
"So it was like... the big bad wolf?"
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I pause. "Also who said anything about being into, there's no into!"
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"So you're... not. Into them." Or, possibly, boys. Teddy tries to imagine a universe where Johnny Storm isn't an epic dreamboat and being made out with by him wouldn't be awesome. He fails.
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"The more pressing thing would probably be letting Chase down gently so he doesn't keep acting like a big weirdo around you."
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Disaster.
I really spend way too much time wishing there were bank robbers around for me to punch in the face.
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"It's gonna be awkward, either way. Better if it's awkward in a way that lets you guys get past it, right?" He glances at Billy, then shifts a little to slouch comfortably in the chair.
"So... is there anyone you do like, right now?"
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