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[sharpememory]

[Barron: hit by the honesty bomb. He's sitting on his bed, writing in his diary journal.]

So, guys. I basically disappeared off the barge. [He pauses to scribble something out in the journal.] Which isn't that abnormal, but it was weird. I spent a while at home not remembering being here at all. My brother turned out to be a total asshole who was willing to turn us over to the Feds, so he got taken out by my other brother. Who then got all into my business and made the hot high school girl I was really into break up with me.

[Barron sighs, making a face.] It's not like I'm that much older than her, but whatever. It's a little ridiculous. I mean, even my Mom is getting together with a guy. Who's totally the head of a mob family, but what are you gonna do? [Barron shrugs.] It's not like the connections would do us any harm.

[He stops scribbling in his journal.] Then I was back here, remembering being here from before and the new stuff that I'd done at home. I guess I asked the Admiral if I could go home the right amount of times or something. [A pause.] It was better than being here, even with all the drama going down.

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Oh, I've always been this good at advice, you're just very headstrong, Comrade...

[Aka: Amazing at not listening to his good advice. But this is looking promising. Prefect glides a little closer, the hand on Barron's elbow stroking up his bicep.]

I think if we get the making out out of the way, then things will probably be less awkward. Because we'll have cleared the air, you know?

[Closer, closerrrr... come on Barron, let's make out now.]

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[sharpememory]

I am a bit, aren't I? [Barron considers this. An interesting thought, but probably a true one. But if you were born a worker, you kind of had to be.]

[And wow, stroking. Barron looks from Prefect's hand back to his face. He smiles, just a bit.]

Clearing the air could help a bit. Besides, what's the harm in it? [Barron shrugged, then leaned closer to Prefect.]

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[buywithme]

Just a bit. But I like you anyway.

[And taking that leaning in as an invitation, Prefect lets the hand on Barron's bicep slide around his back, and moves in to initiate making out.

Because Barron's right. There is no harm in it.]

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[sharpememory]

[Barron leans that little bit even further forward. Commence making out. It's far less salty than the last time they did it, despite having less atmosphere around. Barron doesn't mind. He pulls Prefect closer, starting to get into it. Yep, there's no way that either of them are going to end up regretting this tomorrow.]

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[Why would they regret it? It's not like they're under the influence of alcohol and a flood or anything! And Prefect... has a whole new appreciation for being pulled closer to people. He leans a little of his weight against Barron's chest while the kiss goes on, before breaking away for a moment.]

Ah, Comrade, should we just grab a couple of bottles and head back to your cabin?

[It feels like that's what they should do to him. Standing up for this is turning out to be a lot of work...]

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[sharpememory]

[Barron's a bit disappointed when Prefect pulls back, but then he hears Prefect's suggestion.]

Well, you know how much I like drinking. And how much I like you, apparently.

[Barron smiles warmly.] Let's do it. Besides, making out in the pub is probably a bad call.

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[Prefect feels a thrill of happiness at Barron saying that he likes him, then he tries to contain that feeling, because of course Barron likes him. They're making out, aren't they?]

Apparently. [He reaches up to run one gloved thumb across Barron's lips, because that's a sexy thing to do, right?] Let me grab a couple of bottles, and we can go get some privacy...

[It didn't take long. Gin, Vodka, whatever came to hand first, Prefect took, before slinging his arm around Barron's waist lazily, and making for the door.

This was going to be the best night.]