Victor and Pietro, Tuesday morning
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om_mainPietro comes back from his morning run to find cakes and a present waiting in his room--thanks Victor!
After his morning run, Pietro figured he'd drop by and shower before hitting the cafeteria for second breakfast. Maybe he'd bring Wanda something? Or maybe she'd hit him for waking her up too early on their birthday?
Like that ever stopped him before.
He was already stripping his Underarmour jacket when he came through the door--quietly, in case Vic was asleep. But--ah-ha! He was not!
Victor had been awake for ages in fact, having headed down to the kitchen to decorate the cakes he'd made the night before and make sure everything was perfect. And while he'd waited for his roomie to come back in, he'd settled himself down with a book. He'd just started on one of those John Green ones tumblr was obsessed with.
"Look at you, all bright eyed and bushy-tailed," Pietro practically chirped as he threw his jacket into the closet and peeled off his undershirt. Vic had been in a shit mood, and so had he, but they had at least been trying for each other. Plus, honestly, in spite of the hangover he'd had on Saturday thanks to Tony, it really had helped Pietro just to go out and get totally fucked up.
And Tony didn't seem to mind that Pietro had totally snogged his face off for like five seconds when the diner came into view, so that was cool. Bless him.
Discarding the book quickly (he'd been about to anyway, WAY too depressing for the mindset he was already in) the green boy jumped up to give his best friend a big hug "Happy birthday!"and, to his credit, it wasn't entirely forced. He was genuinely happy for the other boy.
Pietro squeezed him and kissed the top/side of his head. "Thanks, sweetheart. Looking forward to dancing my ass off. Guess we gotta sit through class first, though. Sadly."
Not that he planned to pay attention, but whatever. When did he ever?
Pulling away, Victor shook his head mock-seriously "Total waste of precious birthday hours." He tutted before smiling a little as he headed over to his desk. "It'll be worth it though and, hey, maybe this'll make it easier. Wanna see your birthday cake?"
Pietro grinned hugely. Dessert last night, and now cake today! Yeah, okay, he was totally refusing to be tugged down by the weight of drama, today. He was gonna be happy and have fun with Wanda. End of story.
He followed along after Vic at what, for him, was a very leisurely pace--kicking off his shoes to leave him on track pants and socks. "Hell yes I do. What have you been up to?"
Victor pulled the box forward, a pink box in fact. Behind it was an identical blue one. He'd figured Pietro would appreciate his flipping the gender norms with the packaging. "Front one is your cake, back one is Wanda's. I don't believe it's right to force twins to share gifts, see. That's just lazy."
He waited until Pietro was level with him to open the pink box.
Pietro made a sound halfway between "Ohmigod!" and a squee. Then a much more manly kind of chuckle escaped him and he threw an arm around Victor's shoulders. "That is the most beautiful cake I have ever seen. Oh god. It's going on the table at the party. If I can resist eating it. Ohmigod--and the pink box is mine!"
Yes, yes he did find that delightful, as expected.
"And this one is Wanda's." He opened the second box to reveal the second cake. It more more elaborate than Pietro's and had taken a lot longer to complete but then PIetro had a gift and she didn't so it all balanced out. He didn't really know Wanda well enough to buy her a proper present so the fancy cake would have to do. "Do you think she'll like it?"
"Oh, wow. Dude. She is going to love that." It was seriously a work of art; Pietro had no idea how people had the patience for things like baking, but he was so, so glad they did. Just. Damn dude. "Damn. Thank you, seriously--that's a ton of birthday effort."
This time the grin was purely genuine though still not very big. "I like baking, it's relaxing." And a crazy design like that had taken a lot of focus meaning he couldn't think about other stuff. "Plus you guys are awsome so you deserve awesome cakes, obviously."
"It's all true," Pietro practically chirped. He let go of Vic just long enough to lean in and sniff at the cakes. "God, smells soooo good. Ugh, class, and I have to wait to eat cake so everyone can see how pretty they are... this will be a day of trials, but it'll be worth it..."
"Well, I do have one thing you don't have to wait for, if that helps any?" Victor told him, loving seeing his friend like this. It had been a while for both of them!
Pietro turned to face him and waggled his eyebrows. "It would help immensely, yes."
"That eyebrow thing it creepy. Don't do that." The younger boy told him firmly before almost shyly holding out a badly wrapped package. He'd found it months ago, seriously months and now he was finally giving it, he was seriously nervous. What if he'd fucked up?
With one eyebrow arched--wow, he was being all cute and demure about this, wasn't he? Must be something good!--Pietro accepted, smiled, and tore into the adorably bad wrap job.
Once he got the box open, an actual lump formed in his throat. It was an antiqued silver-metal panel attached to a leather cuff, though that part took a little longer to figure out. He was too busy reading the inscription over and over again:
Every saint has a past, and every sinner has a future. -Oscar Wilde
Pietro blinked rapidly, surprised by the flush rising in his cheeks--not embarrassment so much as genuine emotion. It wasn't very often that he was caught speechless, but this was just one of those moments.
So he grabbed Victor and hugged him again. Tight. Okay, he probably smelled sorta kinda bad from the run, but whatever, Victor could deal.
The smaller boy hugged him back tightly, relieved that his suspicion that the cuff was perfect for Pietro had been correct (He'd chosen the quote himself. Wilde because of the play and that particular one because, well, he thought it was the perfect one for Pietro really) and a little overwhelmed by the reaction. Still, he hugged back just as tightly. He really needed a good hug even with his brave face.
"You like it, huh?" He mumbled in the blonde's ear.
Pietro continued to squish his much-smaller roommate mercilessly, all curled around him. "It's wow. Totally wow. Thank you." Squiiiiiiish.
"You're welcome. Totally and completely welcome." He pressed his face into that space between neck and shoulder as he clung tightly.
Honestly, Pietro needed hugs as much as Vic lately. First that bust up with Jack--and he still wasn't entirely sure where he stood with that--the lingering feeling he'd sort of disappointed Lil, all this mess with Remy's family--he had yet to tell Victor he'd done more 'reading of things he should not have been reading' mostly for fear of bringing up a still sorta touchy subject between them for all the reasons. He just relaxed into the hug and loosened it so it was breathable for Victor.
With a quiet laugh, he admitted, "You know, not many people would've survived over a year with me as a roommate. Let alone still liked me enough to get me something that perfect. I'm really impressed."
"Eh, you grew on me. Like a tumour." Victor did the quiet laugh thing too, mostly because it was that or start getting overly emotional. Today was not the day for that, as he kept reminding himself.
"I get that a lot," Pietro agreed happily. He kissed Victor's cheek as he finally pulled away. "Thanks, seriously. And I know things are shitty right now, but maybe we could at least dance a time or two. Fastdancing this time, no more of this romantic crap we're verging on here."
"Sounds great. And you're right, can't have you falling in love with me, can we?" Again, humor instead of tears but, hey, don't knock it if it's working right?
"That'd be awkward," Pietro agreed with another chuckle. He pulled away and patted Vic's face as he moved to tuck the wrist cuff carefully into his accessories drawer in the closet. "And--actually we have some catching up to do in that vein. Maybe we can do that Clue thing this week?"
"It's a date." Vic nodded and he put away the cakes carefully. "Do I have to hide these or can you restrain yourself until the party?"
"They're too pretty not to let everyone get a chance to see them," Pietro said, putting one hand over his bare chest as if swearing the Pledge of Allegiance.
"Good Pietro." He spoke like he would to a dog and patted his head playful. Yeah he had to stretch up to do it but oh well. Such was life.
After his morning run, Pietro figured he'd drop by and shower before hitting the cafeteria for second breakfast. Maybe he'd bring Wanda something? Or maybe she'd hit him for waking her up too early on their birthday?
Like that ever stopped him before.
He was already stripping his Underarmour jacket when he came through the door--quietly, in case Vic was asleep. But--ah-ha! He was not!
Victor had been awake for ages in fact, having headed down to the kitchen to decorate the cakes he'd made the night before and make sure everything was perfect. And while he'd waited for his roomie to come back in, he'd settled himself down with a book. He'd just started on one of those John Green ones tumblr was obsessed with.
"Look at you, all bright eyed and bushy-tailed," Pietro practically chirped as he threw his jacket into the closet and peeled off his undershirt. Vic had been in a shit mood, and so had he, but they had at least been trying for each other. Plus, honestly, in spite of the hangover he'd had on Saturday thanks to Tony, it really had helped Pietro just to go out and get totally fucked up.
And Tony didn't seem to mind that Pietro had totally snogged his face off for like five seconds when the diner came into view, so that was cool. Bless him.
Discarding the book quickly (he'd been about to anyway, WAY too depressing for the mindset he was already in) the green boy jumped up to give his best friend a big hug "Happy birthday!"and, to his credit, it wasn't entirely forced. He was genuinely happy for the other boy.
Pietro squeezed him and kissed the top/side of his head. "Thanks, sweetheart. Looking forward to dancing my ass off. Guess we gotta sit through class first, though. Sadly."
Not that he planned to pay attention, but whatever. When did he ever?
Pulling away, Victor shook his head mock-seriously "Total waste of precious birthday hours." He tutted before smiling a little as he headed over to his desk. "It'll be worth it though and, hey, maybe this'll make it easier. Wanna see your birthday cake?"
Pietro grinned hugely. Dessert last night, and now cake today! Yeah, okay, he was totally refusing to be tugged down by the weight of drama, today. He was gonna be happy and have fun with Wanda. End of story.
He followed along after Vic at what, for him, was a very leisurely pace--kicking off his shoes to leave him on track pants and socks. "Hell yes I do. What have you been up to?"
Victor pulled the box forward, a pink box in fact. Behind it was an identical blue one. He'd figured Pietro would appreciate his flipping the gender norms with the packaging. "Front one is your cake, back one is Wanda's. I don't believe it's right to force twins to share gifts, see. That's just lazy."
He waited until Pietro was level with him to open the pink box.
Pietro made a sound halfway between "Ohmigod!" and a squee. Then a much more manly kind of chuckle escaped him and he threw an arm around Victor's shoulders. "That is the most beautiful cake I have ever seen. Oh god. It's going on the table at the party. If I can resist eating it. Ohmigod--and the pink box is mine!"
Yes, yes he did find that delightful, as expected.
"And this one is Wanda's." He opened the second box to reveal the second cake. It more more elaborate than Pietro's and had taken a lot longer to complete but then PIetro had a gift and she didn't so it all balanced out. He didn't really know Wanda well enough to buy her a proper present so the fancy cake would have to do. "Do you think she'll like it?"
"Oh, wow. Dude. She is going to love that." It was seriously a work of art; Pietro had no idea how people had the patience for things like baking, but he was so, so glad they did. Just. Damn dude. "Damn. Thank you, seriously--that's a ton of birthday effort."
This time the grin was purely genuine though still not very big. "I like baking, it's relaxing." And a crazy design like that had taken a lot of focus meaning he couldn't think about other stuff. "Plus you guys are awsome so you deserve awesome cakes, obviously."
"It's all true," Pietro practically chirped. He let go of Vic just long enough to lean in and sniff at the cakes. "God, smells soooo good. Ugh, class, and I have to wait to eat cake so everyone can see how pretty they are... this will be a day of trials, but it'll be worth it..."
"Well, I do have one thing you don't have to wait for, if that helps any?" Victor told him, loving seeing his friend like this. It had been a while for both of them!
Pietro turned to face him and waggled his eyebrows. "It would help immensely, yes."
"That eyebrow thing it creepy. Don't do that." The younger boy told him firmly before almost shyly holding out a badly wrapped package. He'd found it months ago, seriously months and now he was finally giving it, he was seriously nervous. What if he'd fucked up?
With one eyebrow arched--wow, he was being all cute and demure about this, wasn't he? Must be something good!--Pietro accepted, smiled, and tore into the adorably bad wrap job.
Once he got the box open, an actual lump formed in his throat. It was an antiqued silver-metal panel attached to a leather cuff, though that part took a little longer to figure out. He was too busy reading the inscription over and over again:
Every saint has a past, and every sinner has a future. -Oscar Wilde
Pietro blinked rapidly, surprised by the flush rising in his cheeks--not embarrassment so much as genuine emotion. It wasn't very often that he was caught speechless, but this was just one of those moments.
So he grabbed Victor and hugged him again. Tight. Okay, he probably smelled sorta kinda bad from the run, but whatever, Victor could deal.
The smaller boy hugged him back tightly, relieved that his suspicion that the cuff was perfect for Pietro had been correct (He'd chosen the quote himself. Wilde because of the play and that particular one because, well, he thought it was the perfect one for Pietro really) and a little overwhelmed by the reaction. Still, he hugged back just as tightly. He really needed a good hug even with his brave face.
"You like it, huh?" He mumbled in the blonde's ear.
Pietro continued to squish his much-smaller roommate mercilessly, all curled around him. "It's wow. Totally wow. Thank you." Squiiiiiiish.
"You're welcome. Totally and completely welcome." He pressed his face into that space between neck and shoulder as he clung tightly.
Honestly, Pietro needed hugs as much as Vic lately. First that bust up with Jack--and he still wasn't entirely sure where he stood with that--the lingering feeling he'd sort of disappointed Lil, all this mess with Remy's family--he had yet to tell Victor he'd done more 'reading of things he should not have been reading' mostly for fear of bringing up a still sorta touchy subject between them for all the reasons. He just relaxed into the hug and loosened it so it was breathable for Victor.
With a quiet laugh, he admitted, "You know, not many people would've survived over a year with me as a roommate. Let alone still liked me enough to get me something that perfect. I'm really impressed."
"Eh, you grew on me. Like a tumour." Victor did the quiet laugh thing too, mostly because it was that or start getting overly emotional. Today was not the day for that, as he kept reminding himself.
"I get that a lot," Pietro agreed happily. He kissed Victor's cheek as he finally pulled away. "Thanks, seriously. And I know things are shitty right now, but maybe we could at least dance a time or two. Fastdancing this time, no more of this romantic crap we're verging on here."
"Sounds great. And you're right, can't have you falling in love with me, can we?" Again, humor instead of tears but, hey, don't knock it if it's working right?
"That'd be awkward," Pietro agreed with another chuckle. He pulled away and patted Vic's face as he moved to tuck the wrist cuff carefully into his accessories drawer in the closet. "And--actually we have some catching up to do in that vein. Maybe we can do that Clue thing this week?"
"It's a date." Vic nodded and he put away the cakes carefully. "Do I have to hide these or can you restrain yourself until the party?"
"They're too pretty not to let everyone get a chance to see them," Pietro said, putting one hand over his bare chest as if swearing the Pledge of Allegiance.
"Good Pietro." He spoke like he would to a dog and patted his head playful. Yeah he had to stretch up to do it but oh well. Such was life.
