Chris thought it was utterly hilarious that Teddy was mind texting him from across the room. But he wasn't going to ignore a request like that. One of his favorite places was next to Teddy, where ever they were. So he turned around and made the few steps from where he had been standing over to oversized chair Teddy was lounging in, and squatted down besides them.
"Is there room in that thing for me too? I could orb back to our rooms and grab a blanket if you're really cold?" Chris and Teddy? Snuggled somewhere under a blanket? There was no situation in Chris' mind where that was a bad thing.
Look, texting from across the room — or sometimes a car seat and a half away — was a patented Teddy Move. Efficient? Maybe not. Effective? Definitely (see: potential space heater at their side). Sometimes even useful (sometimes very useful). The fact that historically it had been actual and not brain-texting was largely irrelevant.
Teddy smiles a little. “Yeah, I think we can squish. I have faith in our tangram-ability.” The overstuffed chair is a little bigger than she’d guessed. I’m the time she’s been looking at books, she’s gone from cross-legged to turned sideways with one leg up and one leg tucked, to flopped across the chair like it was carrying her in its arms. Now she’s totally slid down with her back and neck flat on the seat and her legs up, knees bent at the top of the arm, like someone ported her into the scene rotated on several wrong axes.
All this to say: even tall as he is, Chris can almost certainly find a position to fit himself into that Teddy can snuggle in against.
They light up a little at the idea of a blanket. “Ooh, that sounds nice.” Teddy tilts their head upside-down and a little sideways to give him something between puppy- and heart- eyes. “Are you sure? You don’t have to if it’s a pain—“
Chris was gone before Teddy could even contemplate how to finish that sentence. He disappeared, dissolving in a shimmer of blue and white lights. He was gone for a minute. Then two, and then three. Finally, he orbed back, holding a blanket and a bag of snack. Because, well, snacks were good. Snacks and cuddling. Also, orbing was super calorie intensive.
Handing Teddy the snacks, he slid in besides them, wiggling to find a good angle. Finally, he draped the blanket over them. That look Teddy had given him? That heart shaped, puppy dog eye thing? He probably should never tell Teddy just how dangerous that look was. That look that said 'you cared'.
"Warm enough?" He wrapped his arms around Teddy (and the snacks), wishing Thorne made electric blankets. Or magic heated blankets or whatever. Actually they probably did didn't they? Somewhere.
Teddy’s always quietly delighted by Chris’s orbing (well, usually, anyway: he could stand to take a breath before just doing things, but then again so could they, and that’s not what they mean, anyhow). It’s so quintessentially magical, complete with blue shimmer. It’s very strange to ever stop and contemplate what the hell their life is, Teddy thinks, but not in a bad way at all.
“Ooh, and you brought food. Careful, a person could get used to this whole boyfriend-slash-delivery-service thing.” Teddy does sort of a sit-up to get up out of Chris’s way, shifting to adjust until they’re curled comfily half in his lap.
She snuggles down into the blanket, wrapping her arms around Chris’s to give him a hug in reverse, tipping her head up backwards . “Much better.”
“When I was writing my thesis in college, there was this corner of the library no one was ever in, with these giant chairs,” Teddy says, “a little like these?” They take a long settling breath, relaxing into the warmth and familiar solidity of their bodies pressed close. “I used to think they’d be much better with two people. Didn’t get to prove the theory until now, though.”
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Date: 2025-01-21 01:57 am (UTC)Chris thought it was utterly hilarious that Teddy was mind texting him from across the room. But he wasn't going to ignore a request like that. One of his favorite places was next to Teddy, where ever they were. So he turned around and made the few steps from where he had been standing over to oversized chair Teddy was lounging in, and squatted down besides them.
"Is there room in that thing for me too? I could orb back to our rooms and grab a blanket if you're really cold?" Chris and Teddy? Snuggled somewhere under a blanket? There was no situation in Chris' mind where that was a bad thing.
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Date: 2025-01-29 10:30 am (UTC)Teddy smiles a little. “Yeah, I think we can squish. I have faith in our tangram-ability.” The overstuffed chair is a little bigger than she’d guessed. I’m the time she’s been looking at books, she’s gone from cross-legged to turned sideways with one leg up and one leg tucked, to flopped across the chair like it was carrying her in its arms. Now she’s totally slid down with her back and neck flat on the seat and her legs up, knees bent at the top of the arm, like someone ported her into the scene rotated on several wrong axes.
All this to say: even tall as he is, Chris can almost certainly find a position to fit himself into that Teddy can snuggle in against.
They light up a little at the idea of a blanket. “Ooh, that sounds nice.” Teddy tilts their head upside-down and a little sideways to give him something between puppy- and heart- eyes. “Are you sure? You don’t have to if it’s a pain—“
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Date: 2025-02-10 11:33 pm (UTC)Handing Teddy the snacks, he slid in besides them, wiggling to find a good angle. Finally, he draped the blanket over them. That look Teddy had given him? That heart shaped, puppy dog eye thing? He probably should never tell Teddy just how dangerous that look was. That look that said 'you cared'.
"Warm enough?" He wrapped his arms around Teddy (and the snacks), wishing Thorne made electric blankets. Or magic heated blankets or whatever. Actually they probably did didn't they? Somewhere.
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Date: 2025-02-14 08:18 am (UTC)“Ooh, and you brought food. Careful, a person could get used to this whole boyfriend-slash-delivery-service thing.” Teddy does sort of a sit-up to get up out of Chris’s way, shifting to adjust until they’re curled comfily half in his lap.
She snuggles down into the blanket, wrapping her arms around Chris’s to give him a hug in reverse, tipping her head up backwards . “Much better.”
“When I was writing my thesis in college, there was this corner of the library no one was ever in, with these giant chairs,” Teddy says, “a little like these?” They take a long settling breath, relaxing into the warmth and familiar solidity of their bodies pressed close. “I used to think they’d be much better with two people. Didn’t get to prove the theory until now, though.”