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CHAVEZ SOUZA
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[R] U-um Jun 11, 2013 16:09:35 GMT -5

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Post by CHAVEZ SOUZA on Jun 11, 2013 16:09:35 GMT -5

"I um-... I... can I have a-..." Nervousness filled the small caramel-colored male as he stared up at the menu board. He had been standing there for several minutes now, trying to find his confidence and his voice to order a mere lunch for himself. But it was proving harder than he thought without Tiago there to take over for him.

They had gone to the mall that afternoon to go shopping for some new clothes. Now that they had some extra money in their pockets they could afford to start really stocking up on their necessities. Clothes was at the top of that list. The boys' closets were pitifully bare save for their work 'uniforms' and some worn out everyday clothing they'd ran away from home with. So for the past few hours they had wandered from store to store (more seeming like Gogo dragging him from one place to another) getting this and that. It was fun, Chavez would admit, but just a little exhausting and stressful. His shyness was his downfall, making him unable to ask an employee to unlock a dressing room or help him find the right size in something. And now, unable to even order a simple corndog and lemonade.

He shifted where he stood, tightly clutching his shopping bags in his hands. Brown eyes were squeezed shut a moment as he let out a low whimper. "N-nevermind," he squeaked out finally before turning and hurrying away. With a tinge of shame he sat down at an empty table in the busy food court, setting his bags aside and slumping over the hard surface. He felt so pitiful... unable to even order food.

He supposed he'd just... have to wait until Tiago finished getting his own food. Surely the other male would go get the corndog for him.

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[R] U-um Jun 14, 2013 18:00:12 GMT -5

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Post by TIAGO AZEVEDO on Jun 14, 2013 18:00:12 GMT -5

Tiago had never really called something that he could call his own. All his clothes and other junk had always came from an outside source, older cousins or just basically stolen. Running away had to be the best idea he'd ever had, because now he had a place to stay, he had money and independence. And most importantly, he had Chavez. Life was pretty much perfect--or rather, it became easier to blind himself to his problems. He was just going to pay for all his shit and meet up with his buddy at the food court, but the asshole cashier fucked up so he got stuck there for a longer while than he expected.

He hurried past the table, waving an acknowledgement to his mate. "Hey, did you get anything?" No, of course not. The brunette grinned, knowing the latter well enough to know he probably got too scared. Tiago puffed his chest. "Ok, you guard the bags. I'll get what you like--I know what you want. Weenies." The teasing boy winked, laughing at the bottom's expense. Chavez had always been rather hopeless in social situations, but his Brazilian counterpart enjoyed taking care of him in every aspect--picking up the slack, nurturing his needs, protecting him. It was entirely blatant that Tiago loved the hopeless mess, though he often remained as guarded as the first day they met.

In no time at all, he came back to the table with an abundance of food balanced perfectly on a large tray. Sporting his waiter skills. "Here ya go!" After setting it down, he slid into the seat beside his friend. The brunette rambled on while separating their food, since he primarily had a lot of hot stuff mixed in with his--he loved a bit of extra spice. "Look out, some of the sauce got on your corndog." The alert had been met with him tearing some of the bread away, eating it for his pet. "So I got offered more hours at work--isn't that cool?"

CHAVEZ SOUZA
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HONEYWOOD : FOUR #0202
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[R] U-um Jun 20, 2013 15:53:44 GMT -5

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Post by CHAVEZ SOUZA on Jun 20, 2013 15:53:44 GMT -5

As he heard Gogo's familiar voice Chacha slowly picked himself up off of the table, a look of shame bore on his face. At the question he meekly shook his head. Of course he didn't. He couldn't do something like that on his own! He'd of been off jsut waiting with Gogo rather than going on ahead of him. He felt some of the misery in his own failure fade away as Gogo puffed out his chest as said he would get their food. He blushed at the joke said at his expense but smiled nonetheless. He liked corndogs, nothing wrong or perverted with that!

Pulling all of Gogo's bags closer to the table he watched as the other small Brazilian went to order. He was so much more confident in himself. The two were nearly identical in looks, size, and backgrounds. Yet Tiago was so much more... stronger than him in personality. He'd be lying if he didn't say he wasn't a little jealous. But, also very thankful. Gogo's confidence was what kept the two of them truckin' on.

"Thanks Gogo," he said softly in appreciation as the food was set down. He leaned lightly against the other male in an affectionate manner, not minding his ramblings. He took a sip of his lemonade as he watched the pile of food be sorted. So much hotsauce, ugh. He honestly wasn't a big fan of it. He began to slightly frown at the news of some of it tainting his own food but the crisis was avoided thanks to Tiago. "Thanks," he said sweetly and pressed a quick kiss to the other's cheek before he sat up a little straighter to eat.

More hours at work? Chavez was quiet a moment, thinking it over. On one hand that was cool. It meant more money in their pocket, and that their boss liked Tiago as an employee. On the other hand it means less time with Gogo and more... alone. He shuddered at that thought. "Yeah that's great. Congratulations!" He spoke cheerfully, despite the nervousness that ate up at him. If Tiago worked more hours then Chacha would have to head home alone, fight through NYC without the man beside him. The thought honestly scared him. But they did need that extra money...

"You going to accept the offer," he asked before taking a bite of corndog, large brown eyes on Gogo.

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