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[ LAUGHS LIKE A NERD he works out at home ok, trying to be fit even though what with academics trying to be more consuming of his time and effort ]
Because they all go to my brain! [ or his dick....... nah, i'm joking ] And psh, I am showing signs of, what do you call them? Love handles? [ in which he lets go of Linus and decides to repeatedly pat his belly like a drum. you can hear semi-soft noises of his palms hitting said stomach. ok so there may be some abs in there, but he's not a show-off ] See?
I dunno what you're talking about, [ he says while attempting to pinch henri's side. ] I'm not seeing any kind of handles here.
[ why is he so cute, he asks himself for the nth time that day. henri may be semi-soft, but linus still feels the desire to run his tongue along his torso just to see some of that definition for himself. and it's only 1 in the afternoon. fml. ]
[ he is also ticklish so linus? you pinching him a lil bit? he's laughing louder, getting him a few looks. people probably think they're dating (not there, yet) ]
But consider I am mortal, sim? [ plain ordinary henrique ] I can get bigger if I do not follow my regimen.
[ Kind of looks at Linus at the end of his sentence, silently asking "did i use the right word???" ]
Regimen, eh? [ he's chuckling in response to henri's laughter, grin lopsided as he pulls his fingers away. keep it in your pants, genius. he doesn't even notice people looking at them, too accustomed to the usual stares he gets from the wild color of his hair. he ends up bumping his shoulder against henri's though as they near the restaurant. ]
What, you've been going to the gym without me? Thanks for the invite, jerk.
[ there's no bite to his words, except for the grin on his face that's usually there when he's giving someone shit. mostly, he just likes making henri laugh. ]
[ does anyone in america even know what feijoada is, is what he wants to know. in any case, he's laughing at the expression on henri's face, leaving him to wallow in his misery as he goes to place their order for take out. around them, the restaurant is buzzing with life; it's as busy as he expected it to be.
he claps a hand on henri's shoulder while they wait for their food, the most serious expression on his face. ]
This Spring break, you and me. We'll return to the motherland. How 'bout it?
[ sadly, no, and there are not enough Brazilian restaurants. Or food stalls. Brazilian barbecue is literally his favorite. he perks up when linus suggests the visit. ]
[ why is wholesome brazilian catholic schoolboy so funny ]
It would be good, sim, to see Rio again. [ he misses the city...and the food...and his family... he's never met linus' though. ] I'll even make feijoada!
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Sim, my friend! Whatever will fill our bellies, yes.
[ lets himself be lead to wherever they're going. ]
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[ poking his stomach.... how hard are those abs he glimpsed earlier, eh? ]
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Because they all go to my brain! [ or his dick....... nah, i'm joking ] And psh, I am showing signs of, what do you call them? Love handles? [ in which he lets go of Linus and decides to repeatedly pat his belly like a drum. you can hear semi-soft noises of his palms hitting said stomach. ok so there may be some abs in there, but he's not a show-off ] See?
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[ why is he so cute, he asks himself for the nth time that day. henri may be semi-soft, but linus still feels the desire to run his tongue along his torso just to see some of that definition for himself. and it's only 1 in the afternoon. fml. ]
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But consider I am mortal, sim? [ plain ordinary henrique ] I can get bigger if I do not follow my regimen.
[ Kind of looks at Linus at the end of his sentence, silently asking "did i use the right word???" ]
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What, you've been going to the gym without me? Thanks for the invite, jerk.
[ there's no bite to his words, except for the grin on his face that's usually there when he's giving someone shit. mostly, he just likes making henri laugh. ]
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[ because school load. ]
Just videos and frequent reminders to myself. [ pauses mid-walk to look Grave and Serious. ] Keep yourself healthy.
[ And he follows Linus when they're close to the restaurant. ]
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Good words to live by. I'll be sure to remind you of your advice the next time I hear you complaining about the lack of feijoada.
[ it's not often he breaks out into portuguese, but he's still got it. ]
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Feijoada.... [ he's just. gonna cry thinking about it because no one in this country makes feijoada as good as his father and his grandmother... ]
... Meu deus.... [ weeps on the inside as he steps into the restaurant. italian. pshaw. ]
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he claps a hand on henri's shoulder while they wait for their food, the most serious expression on his face. ]
This Spring break, you and me. We'll return to the motherland. How 'bout it?
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Are you sure? Will Tio and Tia agree?
[ nbd just calling your parents aunt and uncle ]
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Why not? I've been overdue for a visit anyway.
[ how long have his parents been bitching about him staying in the states for most of his holidays? ]
'Sides, you're like a wholesome, Brazilian Catholic schoolboy. [ not a piece of shit like me. ] My mom's gonna love you.
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It would be good, sim, to see Rio again. [ he misses the city...and the food...and his family... he's never met linus' though. ] I'll even make feijoada!
[ feijoada for dinner? feijoada for dinner ]
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[ that stuff can last for a while, lbr. ]
Bet you're not even gonna wanna come back.
im dead
Of course I'll come back! I have my duty as a college student after all!
[ and his scholarship. ]
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Man, [ he sighs, shaking his head. ] You're no fun.
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I believe that is our order, sim?