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“Jack. What’s that one again?” Kiri asks, scratching the side of her nose.
“Never have I ever. First person to put down five fingers has to drink,” Tsireya pipes up helpfully, holding her palm up and splaying her fingers to demonstrate.
Neteyam groans. “Do we have to? We’re not twelve.”
“You’re just embarrassed that you don’t get any,” Lo’ak snickers.
Neteyam rolls his eyes. “I get plenty.”
“Yeah right!” exclaims Lo’ak sarcastically. Ao’nung can’t help but agree; he’s never seen the darker-skinned boy so much as flirt with another person, despite the fact that he could easily get anyone he wanted if he tried.
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Neteyam nodded, blushing. "Y-yeah. You see, we—my siblings and I—were playing some game, and, um, they—can you hook me up with someone in here? Anyone is fine. He hurriedly added the last part.
"Anyone?" The guy muses. A small smile formed on his lips. "A'right," he stood up. Neteyam had expected him to be taller than him, but he's way taller and bigger.
Lo'ak really set him up. Fuck.
"Let's have a date then." The guy said as if it were just that simple.
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[ONESHOT] In which on Ao'nung's 21st birthday he receives the best gift imaginable.
Drunken kissing and confessions ensured.
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