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He laughed a little at his reaction, shaking his head and even smiling a little. Itchy was so utterly ridiculous, it was hard to stay quite so mad at him. It was funny to see his reactions to things, besides.

“Well, I was thinking going to a cafe- It’s near my work, and I hear they have pretty good coffee.” He hoped that Itchy wouldn’t throw a fit, and would take his act of kindness at face value. He felt bad for knocking out his teeth, and so wanted very badly to make it up to him.

Oh yeah, I forgot his teeth were out, huh. 

Well, Itchy gives him this half-hearted grin, obviously interested in the coffee comment but more worried about how he looks at the moment with two missing teeth in his smile. 

“Really?? Shit, you had me at coffee!!”

Perhaps this dick wasn’t gonna be such a bad guy. He seems sincere enough!

He looks pretty darn cute is how he looks, and Die grins right back, eager to get the guy out of the house.Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad after all. Though, Die bets it would go even better if he had a way to shut him up, but oh well. You can’t do everything perfectly.

“Well, then, come on. Just remember, you gotta pay.” His grin widens by a few inches as he turns back down the hallway and waves for Itchy to follow him.

"PAY MY ASS!!"

Despite this, he goes and runs back inside to grab his wallet and cash before heading out after him. He pouts when he’s sure Die wouldn’t look back and just decides to think about all the delicious coffee he’s gonna get when they get to wherever the fuck they’re going.

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He laughed a little at his reaction, shaking his head and even smiling a little. Itchy was so utterly ridiculous, it was hard to stay quite so mad at him. It was funny to see his reactions to things, besides.

“Well, I was thinking going to a cafe- It’s near my work, and I hear they have pretty good coffee.” He hoped that Itchy wouldn’t throw a fit, and would take his act of kindness at face value. He felt bad for knocking out his teeth, and so wanted very badly to make it up to him.

Oh yeah, I forgot his teeth were out, huh. 

Well, Itchy gives him this half-hearted grin, obviously interested in the coffee comment but more worried about how he looks at the moment with two missing teeth in his smile. 

"Really?? Shit, you had me at coffee!!"

Perhaps this dick wasn’t gonna be such a bad guy. He seems sincere enough!

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Wow, he really, really did not want to do this. Like, at all. But, he guessed that Itchy did kind of deserve it for what he’d initiated, and that the least he could do to console Die was buy him lunch. Because whatever this was, it most certainly was not a date by any definition, most definitely not.

He walked up to his room and knocked, humming a bit. He was still a bit sore, but it wasn’t as bad as it had been, and he waited patiently for the asshole to open up.

It wasn’t long before that asshole opened up the door, a curious smile immediately turning into a frown at the sight of his visitor.

“Shit,” he said through grit teeth. It’s obvious that he wasn’t expecting anyone to come by at all since he had just got settled in a few days before but it just had to be this dickwad. “The fuck do you want.”

He frowned right back and crossed his arms. “You owe me a date, and I intend to collect that debt.” Okay, so he hadn’t meant to use that exact phrasing, but he couldn’t exactly delete his words, so he kept the phrase. It served the asshole right anyways to be embarrassed.

” Come on, ‘less you wanna bring your uncle into this. Again.”

At the mention of the ‘D’ word, Itchy immediately flushed red. Not because he liked the sound of it but only because it sounded so goddamn stupid, the second-hand embarrassment was too much to bear.

"He was enough help with that shit, shut up!!" He huffs and crosses his arms as well. "What the fuck are you planning once we leave here anyway."

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six-sided-die:

Wow, he really, really did not want to do this. Like, at all. But, he guessed that Itchy did kind of deserve it for what he’d initiated, and that the least he could do to console Die was buy him lunch. Because whatever this was, it most certainly was not a date by any definition, most definitely not.

He walked up to his room and knocked, humming a bit. He was still a bit sore, but it wasn’t as bad as it had been, and he waited patiently for the asshole to open up.

It wasn’t long before that asshole opened up the door, a curious smile immediately turning into a frown at the sight of his visitor.

"Shit," he said through grit teeth. It’s obvious that he wasn’t expecting anyone to come by at all since he had just got settled in a few days before but it just had to be this dickwad. “The fuck do you want.”

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"Well, not really, no. But I’m glad I could make you happy, Itchy!" He clapped him on the back. "It is your birthday, after all! You should be happy."

And of course, having actually come into some money for once in his life, he was happy too. He could actually get one of his very good friends everything he wanted, and by his own money and acts. It was a great feeling, and seeing Itchy being so pleased made him pleased too.

"You gonna take her out for a spin?"

He looked back at him with a confused expression. 

"Wait you mean.. Aw fuck, I dunno," he withholds another nervous glance back at the car and stands in thought for a moment. "What if I’m not so goddamn lucky, or maybe.. What if I get into an accident?? I don’t think I’d want to fuck up such a fucking beauty on the first day of having it."

Ah yes, good ol’ Itchy. Keeping your priorities straight I see.

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“Well, I-I-” Die waved a hand, smiling. “It’s your birthday, Itchy. Of course I would try to get you exactly what you wanted. And I just had a few cents saved up so I decided to spend them on something my friend really really wanted!”

Die was first and foremost a people pleaser, having learned it as an essential skill through his mother. From being a small child on, he’d worked at making people like him, and the easiest way to people’s hearts seemed to be giving them gifts. It was just a habit he’d picked up over time to really go all out on presents.

Not like he even realized this, of course.

“But..” Itchy took a moment in between these sobs to punch him lightly on the shoulder, establishing a sort of ‘you’re so dumb for doing this’ sort of feel to the mood. “Oh my f-fucking god, Die. You… You didn’t have to do this. It’s way too much!!”

He protested but even a child could see that this was the greatest thing that could’ve ever happened to him right now. He loved this fucking car, even if he did try his best to deny and shove it away. Tears welled up every time he even so much as glanced over at the vehicle and it was difficult to keep them from falling again.

“If you don’t want it, I’ll gladly take those keys back.” Die held out his hand and cocked his eyebrow expectantly. He was teasing, of course, but he couldn’t help himself. “But if you do want to keep it, I’d suggest just accepting it.” He spread his his hands and shrugged, grinning again.

He could tell how happy Itchy was over this present, and he loved that he’d managed to make his friend this delighted by something Die thought was so simple. Admittedly, it was a fabulous car, and he’d made sure to get one that had been taken care of like a baby since it’d been bought. But still, it was a car. But if it made Itchy practically break down every time he so much as glanced at it, well then.

The blonde took a moment to process what he’d just heard and without any thought at all he’d held the keys closer to his person, shaking his head. 

"N-no. I.. No, I still want it!" He says with just a little bit of hesitation, "This.. I’m sorry, I’m just so fucking overwhelmed right now. You have no idea how this feels.” 

Oh, and are those tears we’re seeing again? Why yes, it is. He inevitably ends up crying again at this, but it isn’t about the car now so much as it is about previous special occasions for him. In the past, he’d never gotten exactly what he’d wanted for his birthdays or even Christmas. The family really couldn’t afford to please him on top of all of his younger siblings as well, so receiving something of this magnitude has a huge impact right now!

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caffeinatedchroniker:

More time passed and he kept on crying a good cry and only until he had taken the moment to take deep and steady breaths in was he able to calm himself down.

Pulling himself up from the sidewalk, he smiled at Die. Sure, he looked pretty dumb, cheeks and eyes still wet from the tears and every time he tried saying something it just came out as a muttered stutter, but he was overjoyed. So ridiculously overjoyed by this gift.

“Oh my god, Die.. I can’t fucking handle this right now. How! W-why, even..” It hits him just then. Die had spent all that money on him, of all the people in this world. Itchy didn’t deserve something like this, he knew and besides, he’s been taught to save his money what with the sort of family he grew up in. 

“Well, I-I-” Die waved a hand, smiling. “It’s your birthday, Itchy. Of course I would try to get you exactly what you wanted. And I just had a few cents saved up so I decided to spend them on something my friend really really wanted!”

Die was first and foremost a people pleaser, having learned it as an essential skill through his mother. From being a small child on, he’d worked at making people like him, and the easiest way to people’s hearts seemed to be giving them gifts. It was just a habit he’d picked up over time to really go all out on presents.

Not like he even realized this, of course.

"But.." Itchy took a moment in between these sobs to punch him lightly on the shoulder, establishing a sort of ‘you’re so dumb for doing this’ sort of feel to the mood. "Oh my f-fucking god, Die. You… You didn’t have to do this. It’s way too much!!"

He protested but even a child could see that this was the greatest thing that could’ve ever happened to him right now. He loved this fucking car, even if he did try his best to deny and shove it away. Tears welled up every time he even so much as glanced over at the vehicle and it was difficult to keep them from falling again.

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caffeinatedchroniker:

He didn’t say a word, not even a muttered thank you or anything! Hopefully Die could understand why, this is a huge moment in Itchy’s life right now and he just needs it to himself.

Shaky fingers clamped themselves around the keys as if they would be torn from his hands just seconds after receiving them and he only stared forward at the beauty. He couldn’t believe it, it just wasn’t real. It’s not really his birthday and it’s all just a dream, no matter how intangible the object in his hand was.

The pseudo aftershock hit him hard though, and after a moment (or was a minute or two?) his knees buckled and gave way beneath him, allowing him to drop down and bawl his eyes out. He was loud, so very loud and everything he said came out in a muffled up or sort of watery stutter. 

He was smiling, however. One of the biggest and most truthful smiles he’s ever mustered around here.

Die did in fact understand, and just leaned against the car, smiling widely and patiently waiting for Itchy to have calmed down and gotten a hold on himself again.

He should probably have prepared him more for this, in retrospect, but honestly just to see his best friend this happy was pretty much the only thing that kept him from worrying over him at this moment.

More time passed and he kept on crying a good cry and only until he had taken the moment to take deep and steady breaths in was he able to calm himself down.

Pulling himself up from the sidewalk, he smiled at Die. Sure, he looked pretty dumb, cheeks and eyes still wet from the tears and every time he tried saying something it just came out as a muttered stutter, but he was overjoyed. So ridiculously overjoyed by this gift.

"Oh my god, Die.. I can’t fucking handle this right now. How! W-why, even.." It hits him just then. Die had spent all that money on him, of all the people in this world. Itchy didn’t deserve something like this, he knew and besides, he’s been taught to save his money what with the sort of family he grew up in. 

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caffeinatedchroniker:

He heard the rev of the engine come into a closer range of hearing and it only took sheer willpower to keep from turning around too early. Thankfully he did not since the whole moment would’ve been ruined right then and there.

Turning around, he couldn’t hold back the choked gasp that escaped from his throat. The boy was utterly and completely speechless at the sight. ‘This isn’t real..’ he thought to himself and it was difficult to even move a leg or an arm, hell, his whole body was stiff and frozen.

It was his dream car. The one he’d always talk about, the one that he’d even fucking kill for if the opportunity ever presented itself. Such a beautiful Camaro, really. He prided himself in having some of the most extensive knowledge on automotive vehicles and even more in the taste he refined for them, but right now his dignity was the only thing that stopped him from gushing like a fucking school girl.

“D-Die…”

Die just walked over to Itchy, still grinning, and gently pressed the keys into his hand.

“She’s all yours now. See, I remembered you talking about really really wanting this car, and so, well, I decided to find it for you!” He laughed a little at that, still looking like a cat that had eaten all the catnip. Itchy’s reaction was exactly as priceless as he had imagined it to bee, maybe more so.

He didn’t say a word, not even a muttered thank you or anything! Hopefully Die could understand why, this is a huge moment in Itchy’s life right now and he just needs it to himself.

Shaky fingers clamped themselves around the keys as if they would be torn from his hands just seconds after receiving them and he only stared forward at the beauty. He couldn’t believe it, it just wasn’t real. It’s not really his birthday and it’s all just a dream, no matter how intangible the object in his hand was.

The pseudo aftershock hit him hard though, and after a moment (or was a minute or two?) his knees buckled and gave way beneath him, allowing him to drop down and bawl his eyes out. He was loud, so very loud and everything he said came out in a muffled up or sort of watery stutter. 

He was smiling, however. One of the biggest and most truthful smiles he’s ever mustered around here.

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“Okay, okay! Jeez, well hurry it up!” Itchy does exactly as he says and turns back to the building with the obedience and eagerness of a small child. By now, he was probably already shaking, excited to see what one of his best friends had decided to get him for such a special occasion. 

Although it was meant to be a surprise though, he had an idea about what it already was. I mean, what else could require one to stand and wait outside for! 

Well, whatever Itchy was thinking, even if it was cars, did he expect to see his literal dream car come pulling up to the curb next to him?

Die has a feeling he didn’t, even as he stepped out the goddamn gorgeous car and twirled the keys.

“Happy Birthday, Mitchell.”

He heard the rev of the engine come into a closer range of hearing and it only took sheer willpower to keep from turning around too early. Thankfully he did not since the whole moment would’ve been ruined right then and there.

Turning around, he couldn’t hold back the choked gasp that escaped from his throat. The boy was utterly and completely speechless at the sight. ‘This isn’t real..' he thought to himself and it was difficult to even move a leg or an arm, hell, his whole body was stiff and frozen.

It was his dream car. The one he’d always talk about, the one that he’d even fucking kill for if the opportunity ever presented itself. Such a beautiful Camaro, really. He prided himself in having some of the most extensive knowledge on automotive vehicles and even more in the taste he refined for them, but right now his dignity was the only thing that stopped him from gushing like a fucking school girl.

"D-Die…"

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