[Tate flops back down against the bed, putting off cleaning up himself for a little while yet. The one thing that's less than favorable about living in a treehouse is that your shower system's not only outside, but prone to being wonky. He looks to the side as if remembering his device was there, and picks it back up.]
( it's a transition that maybe should be more jarring than it actually is, from getting off to thoughts of choking the life out of nick, to idly making plans for the weekend. the hazy afterglow provides an excellent buffer for the whole thing though, and nick tosses the shirt vaguely in the direction of the basket before stretching out lazily. )
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[Tate flops back down against the bed, putting off cleaning up himself for a little while yet. The one thing that's less than favorable about living in a treehouse is that your shower system's not only outside, but prone to being wonky. He looks to the side as if remembering his device was there, and picks it back up.]
Wanna meet up on the weekend?
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Yeah, I think I'm free. Let's do something.
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[He doesn't want to sever this connection, but...]
I'm gonna go clean up. But - yeah, Saturday.