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[traumatizing]

[Wow.]

Do you think you could bring your diary over around lunch so we can see if our calendars match up?

[notahobby]

just getting off the elevator now

[And a couple minutes later he is at the door.]

[traumatizing]

[Terry greets him with a kiss and a hand pulling him gently toward the kitchen.]

You hungry?

[notahobby]

[Maxxie's grinning so big.]

Nope. Got a hot date on Monday and I'm saving my appetite.

[traumatizing]

Yeah? [He's opening the fridge to root around for something to eat, but he pauses to raise an eyebrow at Maxxie.] Who's the lucky guy?

[notahobby]

Well I don't wanna jinx it, but he is very handsome. [Maxxie wanders up to Terry to put his hands on him and give him a kiss.] I'm actually a bit nervous.

[traumatizing]

[Terry kisses him back briefly and grabs something edible-looking and a drink.]

I'm sure he'll be a real gentleman.

[notahobby]

Hopefully not too much of a gentleman.

[He pulls back and leans against the counter with a smirk.]

I do want to get laid, after all.

[traumatizing]

And a gentleman would make sure all your needs are met.

[He says, gesturing with a slice of ham.]

[notahobby]

[Maxxie grins. Again.]

Well, this date thing is sounding better and better all the time.

[traumatizing]

[Terry huffs a small laugh and looks at the piece of ham in his hand. Clearly he was planning to make a sandwich, but he's forgotten everything except the ham, so uh. He's just gonna eat it. Sexy right.]

Well, try not to forget about me when you've met the man of your dreams.

[notahobby]

I could never forget a man who eats ham straight out of the package.

[Maxxie takes hold of the front of Terry's shirt and pulls him in so he can nuzzle his jaw a little bit.]

[traumatizing]

[Terry grins and puts an arm around Maxxie, (and closes the fridge because he's not an animal, tilting his head up to encourage more of this.]

[notahobby]

[Maxxie grins and keeps going, kissing Terry's jaw and face affectionately.]

Hey, do you know what day it is?

[traumatizing]

Uh. [Is he about to fail some relationship test? Shit. Okay. It's not Maxxie's birthday, and it's not his birthday...]

[UM.] I think it's Sunday?

[notahobby]

[Maxxie laughs and shakes Terry gently by his shirt.]

It's Valentine's Day!

[traumatizing]

Oh shit.

[This is a preview of their entire relationship. Terry looking confused and worried because Maxxie had to remind him of the date and now he's worried he's an awful boyfriend.]

I didn't get you anything. [UMMM] ... Do you want some ham...?

[notahobby]

[Maxxie has to bite his lip to keep from laughing.]

I do not want ham. We've only been going out a month, so I think at most you are obligated to make out with me and order in pizza.

[His grin gets a little mischievous.]

And I've got some spliff I've been saving for a special occasion back in my room.

[traumatizing]

[Oh thank god. Terry's smile is kinda bashful, but he drapes his arms over Maxxie's shoulders and leans close to kiss him on the cheek. What a good and handsome boyfriend whose expectations are appropriately low for dealing with someone like Terry.]

So that's a no on the ham? It's the good stuff, none of that 'reformed pork' crap.

[notahobby]

That's a no on the ham.

[Maxxie rests his palms flat on Terry's chest and leans in for a kiss.]

But I will make out with you, even though you've had the ham.

[traumatizing]

[Terry has such a big, dumb grin on his face right now.]

Okay. You get your stuff, and I'll order the pizza. [Brief kiss break] And then we can stay in all day.

[notahobby]

[One more kiss!]

Alright, be right back.

[traumatizing]

[Terry's sitting on his bed with his laptop whenever Maxxie gets back. Playing a particularly intense game of Tetris now that the pizza's ordered.]

[notahobby]

[Maxxie returns with a smile on his face (as always) and pulls out an already-rolled spliff and a lighter.]

You want to smoke it in here?

[traumatizing]

I always change my mind when it comes to going out anyway.

[He starts toward the bedside table to get out an ashtray, but it's a blip of a movement because this L block needs to fit in just so or he's gonna be stuck fixing rows for ages.]

[Riveting stuff.]

You, uh. You know where I keep the thing right?