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Originally Posted by king kaleb!
swallowing the last bit of food down, furrowing his brows as kyran signed things so easily. ¨i couldve helped paid for something,¨ he prompted, placing his fork down gently. he couldnt imagine how much all of this costed-the rented out restaurant, the perfect dinner table, the soft music, the food. it was..a lot. and casper couldnt help but feel slightly bad by not paying for atleast something. if not, hed feel truly spoiled. he knew kyran could pay for it all easily, but still, it was the least casper could do after getting treated to a night out like this.
it only feel the need to give something back; after all kyran had done a lot, even since the beginning. he had given him a place to sleep instead of a hotel room and dealt with his awkward bed sharing, he had cooked for him, let him borrow clothes and offered up his home to him, and then treat him to w wildly perfect date and paid for all of it? it was too good to be true, but he knew this was very true, and very real. but he could confidently say now that the moment they had met at Hanas cafe had not been the true beginning,shifting around and feeling the picture still in his pocket. while he looked drastically different, no blue hair or piercings, he still had the good nature that casper couldnt help but adore. |
"Oh, it's all right," Kyran reassured him, running a hand over the back of his head, "I wanted to take this night to treat you, you know? You shouldn't pay for anything," He insisted. What he said was true, he'd wanted this night to be about Casper. He wanted him to be treated right, to enjoy the night without having to worry about anything. That's what Kyran knew he deserved. Normally, he would have never done anything remotely like this, afraid to act like a show-off rather than be sincere, but something deep down had pulled him in the expensive direction. He probably would have put on a movie, cooked something himself, even bought the very wine they'd drank just to make the night that much sweeter. But to Kyran, Casper deserved to be spoiled, and he didn't care if he tossed every penny down the drain trying to pamper him, he needed to.
Casper himself hadn't changed much, the more Kyran looked at him. Still short and covered in freckles, though his hair seemed better kept than it had once been. He sort of missed that. He still had his nervous charm and ambience, but Kyran was silently glad he'd gotten rid of those god-awful red glasses that could be spotted a mile away. Still, he sort of missed those, too. Casper had changed a lot, persona-wise, and it really put Kyran into perspective at how much time had passed between them, despite returning to what could be perceived as normal. How much he'd actually aged. How much he'd missed his pretty freckled boy. How the void that had grown in his stomach had been filled the moment he'd set eyes on him. He'd never quite noticed it before.