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[centurybaby]

seven minutes in heaven meme!

❤ post as your characters. ❤ ❤ other characters OR anon reply with another character's name! ❤ ❤ your character makes out with that character for at least 7 comments! ❤ ❤ underage characters can awkwardly hold hands. ❤

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[waiting]

[ It's a long, long moment before Bradbury's brain actually caught up to what he was doing and he pulled away with a quiet gasp, though his face was still too close for comfort. ]

Sorry, I -- [ Didn't mean to do that sounded pretty shallow, given that right up to the point he'd broken away his mouth seemed to know what it was doing well enough. There was confusion in his face and his voice, like he'd come close to figuring something out but didn't quite go the whole way, before he shook it off, gaze dropping. ]

Come on. [ He tugged Mitch through the water, legs scissoring while he kicked them over to the floating debris, letting Mitch hang off a flotation device while Bradbury grabbed what he needed. ]

Put this on. [ A lifejacket. ]

[viced]

[ Mitch didn't even stop to look at him now, keeping his eyes focused forward, forever forward, hard and sharp. He didn't confront it for a long time.

Instead, he put on the jacket, slipping his hands through the jacket to get it on, still having to weakly tread water while he floated in the middle, looking around for land, and seeing none.

Now that they were out of the locked cage of the boat, he could note the sounds in the distance. He winced, but didn't call any yet. He wasn't chancing that yet. He wasn't going to call anyone over with Bradbury still...fucking whatever he was, himself. ]

Thanks.

[ He didn't talk about the kiss. Shit, he didn't even mention it, even if the way his eyes kept looking straight at the ground, the way he didn't look at him once spoke volumes. ]

[waiting]

[ A lifejacket was more a hindrance than a help, but honestly? Bradbury didn't trust the strength of his own limbs to hold out. They hadn't, last time. So he struggled into one, ill-fitting though it was. He din chance looking at Mitch for a long time, but when he finally did-- he frowned at what he saw.

Confrontation wasn't in Bradbury's nature, which he knew suited Mitch just fine. But this -- he didn't know if he could let it lie. But it would have to wait. ]

What's the plan?