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[driftsolo]

[ooc; continued from here]

Psh, Raleigh doesn't mind being obvious that much.

"Hold me to what?" Raleigh smirks at Chuck, shirt hanging open as he stuffs his hands into his own pockets, leading Chuck inside to the elevators and winking at the front desk girl on the way over.

If Raleigh was gonna change his mind, Chuck'd know it by now. They wouldn't be getting in the elevator and Raleigh wouldn't be swiping his card and punching the 17 button, and he sure wouldn't be pushing Chuck against the wall and wedging a knee between his thighs, mouth settling on Chuck's neck.

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[driftsolo]

Raleigh hardly has to try to be awesome. Poor Chuck.

He's waiting for something full of more venom, but it doesn't come. He grins, and shrugs.

"Sure. Just lemme know."

[simplepuzzle]

Ugh what a jerk.

Yeah well, Chuck's eating, his blood sugar's fine and he's in an okay mood. "You didn't save your old tests, did you?"

[driftsolo]

He wads up his lunch bag and snorts quietly.

"Nah. Threw all that away. Remember a lot, though."

[simplepuzzle]

"Well, that's useless." Chuk finally scoop a large forkful of potatoes into his mouth just so he can roll his eyes at Raleigh and not be required to answer immediately.

[driftsolo]

"Hardly. I remember!"

He's tempted to throw his napkin at Chuck, but he refrains. For now.

[simplepuzzle]

"What, you mean willingly spend time with you?" Chuck smirks at him.

"Sounds worse than failing."

[driftsolo]

Now he throws it.

An he's getting up, because he's done.

"Oh fine, fail then." It's said with a smirk though, not a pout. "Good luck."

[simplepuzzle]

--done with lunch or done with Chuck?

"Oh shut up and give me your number" he snaps, rolling his eyes. "I'll text you if I get desperate for help."

[driftsolo]

Lunch. Chuck's like crack, you fight it, but you can't get enough.

Raleigh grins a little, and rattles off his cell number.

"Only if you're desperate."

[simplepuzzle]

"I'll have to be," Chuck snipes back, pulling out his phone to put the number in,

...and HEY :|

[driftsolo]

Just sayin.

Raleigh just laughs, and leaves him to it. Maybe he'll get a text maybe he won't. Offers there, though.

[simplepuzzle]

Yeah, Chuck isn't planning on texting him for homework help.

Or. Any other reason. It'd be weird. They hate each other, don't they?

....but no he really needs to pass this class. So he's texting Raleigh crankily.

[driftsolo]

And Raleigh is answering much less cranklily and telling Chuck that he's free that night if he wants.

[simplepuzzle]

Fine, tonight, whatever. How does Raleigh want to do this, does he want Chuck to go over there or does he want to come over or is the library still open maybe?

[driftsolo]

Raleigh has a brother and a sister that bug him Chucks house or the library is better.

[simplepuzzle]

Fine, he can come over.

Does he need the address?

[driftsolo]

Yes he does because he's not a creeper.

[simplepuzzle]

Liar, you live on my street.

But here's the actual house number.

[driftsolo]

One over, dorkface.

Fine he'll see you tonight.

[simplepuzzle]

Sweet.

Chuck sort of hangs out downstairs until Raleigh gets there because he doesn't want to have to try and explain why Becket's coming over after dinner to Herc.

[driftsolo]

Except Raleigh is polite and he cheerfully greets Chuck's dad and tells him why he's here.

Oops.

[simplepuzzle]

Fffff

Herc just raises his eyebrows, because at least his kid knows when to ask for help. Chuck kind of wants to go bury his head under something, but he mutters a garbled welcome to our home and leads Raleigh upstairs.

[driftsolo]

He ambles up the stairs after Chuck, stupid grin on his face. Sorry Chuck. That's why happens when you get one of the friendliest people in the school to help you.

[simplepuzzle]

Freaking golden retriever.

His bedroom is. Well it's not a disaster area, but there are...areas. It's best they work on the bed or the floor. "You hungry? Thirsty?"

[driftsolo]

Maybe.

"Nah, I'm good." But he'll wait here if Chuck wants something. He's patient like that.