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⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ yet somehow,
you always manage
headcannon portrayal of
Robert " Bob " Floyd from the
topgun verse. penned by
JAY.xn--6ii
♡ & ↻
" don't entirely know. " confessed
words. mirroring the others
former action with the drink,
pouring himself a glass once
more. in truthfulness, he had
never let him get drunk enough
to figure out. only thing he
did/
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was he entirely certain ? not
really. In all honesty, he's
never been "wasted drunk". it
just wasn't something he had
ever strived for. the fact that
he didn't like the taste of most
alcoholic beverages also had /
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〝 oh god , you had to remind
me of those ? 〞soft laughter
filled the comforting silence
in between them, unwillingly
letting go of the hand that was
currently enveloped in warmth,
passing over his empty glass
with a short/
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grin only uplifted more at the
others playful antics. a very
soft , almost inaudible , laugh
leaving own brims. shifting just
a smidge more in his seat. own
heart still hammering within his
chest. not because he /
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and , despite his efforts to keep
complexion calm and collected,
the moment warm touch rested
ontop of calloused palm, bobs
heart skipped a beat. own
gaze flashing towards hands.
deep inhale. this is a good ,
( very good ) /
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/
sign bob. it means that maybe
you didn't read the situation
wrong. brief glance back up
to shimmering emeralds, corner
of brims peaked up. 〝 just,
lookin' at stupidity. 〞 and
despite his tone of words seemingly hated , he moved /
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〝 a little might be an understatement. 〞and there he
was again. tone soft yet full of
teasing humor. now empty palms fidgeting with a random knot on jeans, a way to keep
them preoccupied so he doesn't
just say " fuck it " /
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/
and grab the others' hand. however , that didn't stop hues
from migrating back amongst sun-kissed complexion. back onto the others naturally attractive features. back to
those pools of green. drawing
him in more and more. was /
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〝 guess that will forever remain
a mystery to you. 〞meal finished
halfway throughout the conversation. own gaze fixiated
on how knees were fully pressed together. no accidental nudging
anymore. but, not much that he
could do. he's ( bob) /
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〝 i dont know what youre
talking about. 〞words drawled
out, attempting to hide the grin
that threatened to peak at the
corner of brims. another bite
of their meal —— soft hum of
contentment. then another sip
of his drink /
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cue the rather lighthearted
bark of laughter at confession.
slight nudge of shoulders ——
secretly using it to his own
advantage to move just a bit
closer to the other. 2 inches
away from thighs being fully
pressed against one /
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