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Feb. 18th, 2016 01:45 pm
androit: (✻ There's a fire starting in my heart)
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WHO Will Vega, Jr ([personal profile] androit), Felix Bakar ([personal profile] ambibionic)
WHAT Most unconventional omegaverse couple you may ever meet.
WHEN idk they're adults
WHERE Places.
WHY bad fic makes us sad. good rp makes us happy.

It was a good day so far. Even if they really hadn't done anything, and nothing existentially important was going on, Junior was in good spirits. He had Felix, and he had his grandparents, and even if they had this party to go to, it was more than enough for everyone to be together. They still weren't "officially" together yet despite it being the most open secret of all time; their arrangement wasn't anything hidden, but the paperwork and actual legality was still stuck in bureaucratic hell. That was whatever.

Right now, Junior didn't care for any of that. While he'd gone out to mingle for a bit, mostly just listening in to conversations and nodding his head and pretending he cared about what everyone was talking about, he found himself drawn back to Felix more and more. Sometimes just passing him by to brush his shoulder or let his hand cup around his waist briefly before moving on, but soon he simply placed himself behind his fiancé and wrapped his arms around his sides with a contented hum.

"Having a good time?" he asked. It was hard for Felix to ever not have a good time where people and parties were involved. Still, it was the best way for Junior to ask after him. He definitely did not want Felix to feel unattended right now.

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Jan. 21st, 2016 11:21 pm
androit: (✻ Girl‚ don't be proud)
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WHO Will Vega, Jr. ([personal profile] androit), Felix Bakar ([personal profile] ambibionic)
WHAT A date? Maybe. Probably. Or not.
WHEN idk have we decided years yet
WHERE An Art Gallery.
WHY because Junior's parents are DEAAAAAD

Junior had never been good with words. Even as a child, expressing himself had been an exercise in frustration, pantomime and a lot of learned independence. It wasn't for lack of trying or his grandparents' best efforts. Word just didn't come. They weren't his to share. Not like Felix, who made words into beautiful tapestries and could talk for hours without once stumbling over himself or searching for descriptions he couldn't find. It was a compliment to how they worked, able to read each other in the ways no one else could grasp, shoring up their weak spots.

Words didn't work for Junior, but maybe he could get some ideas from the art gallery. Even if he wasn't going to get that lucky, their mutual friend had an exhibit that was to be unveiled that day and it was an opportunity. He'd had plenty of them, and somehow kept messing them up, but he wasn't going to throw in the towel. He would keep trying to make himself known to Felix for however long it would take.

It helped that the exhibit was going to be on cyborgs in society. Something Junior appreciated considering the status of his best friend as a cyborg. In society. (Those words sure are handy, huh, Junior?) The subject was close to both of them for the same but different reasons. Plenty of things to try talking about.

"This one's nice," Junior heard himself say as they stopped in front of some vague-shapes-forming-a-vaguer-picture. The other exhibit wasn't quite open yet, but they would be unveiling it soon. Not very smooth, he had to admit, though he would still give himself points for effort.