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This was not as easy to solve as those movies made it seem. Should he be subtle? Blunt? A complete asshole? No one had prepared him for a situation as awkward as the one he had inserted himself into. He could always back out but if he did then the curiosity would eat him from the inside and out. Damn him and damn those ridiculous movies Minarchist made him watch.

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He opened the door to Ancoms’ room with force, shaking those thoughts away with a reheated cup of coffee that tasted significantly worse.

“Wake up loser, we’re going shopping” he exclaimed, grin already stuck on his face. In response, a hand under the layers and layers of bed sheets throws him a pillow that lands on the floor, before grunting loudly. Ancap stepped inside and jerked the sheets away from quem. Qui was now in a fetal position, with quis back turned away from him. “Stop acting like a child” he said, putting on his best scolding voice. He had learned that from Nazi.

The other anarchist just groaned louder. Unbelievable, this guy. Seeing as qui was still resting, Ancap made the drastic decision of pulling up the blinds, allowing the rays of sunshine to hit Ancoms’ eyes directly, making quem stick quis head further into the pillow, muffling quis whines. He waited for a bit, hoping his roommate would mature faster and finally, he sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. He felt like a babysitter.

“If you come I’ll buy you LSD” he exhaled, irritation present in his tone. This made quem move quis face from the pillow, body still facing away from the intruder in quis dorm. “The good kind?”qui mumbled, like the spoiled brat qui was. “Oh for fucks sake, yes, the good kind!” the annoyance now spilling over his words. Ancom hummed as if thinking about it, though Ancap doubted that was possible given and finally uttered a simple “Fine”.

“Great” he said. He was still bothered at the fact that the little shit had gotten fucking drugs from it, but there was something in the back of his head that believed Ancom was acting weird. He paid it no mind, however, and went back to searching for the shopping list Tankie had made. Just because he complained about Ancoms’ lack of order didn’t mean he was any better, but he would never admit it out loud. He knew better than to give quem a reason to tease him.

Ancom came out of the room looking scruffy, hair messy and clothes wrinkly as ever. Quis face showed an expression unfamiliar to him. Usually, qui seemed slightly indifferent, maybe even annoyed around him. Nothing other than bored eyes meeting his and, occasionally, the faintest of cocky smiles whenever qui won an argument. But this time the stare was...

Cold, focused, and stiff. Qui looked like a completely different person. Scary, almost.

If qui wanted to freak him out, it was definitely working.

“So?” qui inquired, making Ancap jump. “Are we leaving now or what? You look like an idiot just standing there”. Qui seemed normal again, and he sighed briefly in relief. “Yup” he responded, emphasizing the p and turning on his heels to open the door.

Fuck.

There was something wrong with quem.

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The trip to the store had been quiet, with Ancom placing the side of quis head against the car window and closing quis eyes, yet not quite resting. It made him even more nervous after the encounter at the entrance.

Ancap pretended to examine the ingredients of a random product attentively. He wondered how to bring up the dreadful topic. This was not as easy to solve as those movies made it seem. Should he be subtle? Blunt? A complete asshole? No one had prepared him for a situation as awkward as the one he had inserted himself into. He could always back out but if he did then the curiosity would eat him from the inside and out. Damn him and damn those ridiculous movies Minarchist made him watch.

His internal scolding was rudely interrupted by a quiet voice. “Ancap” qui said, pausing before pursing quis lips momentarily, eyebrows furrowed in something akin to doubt. Ancap made a low noise in acknowledgment and turned around to face the shorter one of the two, as if encouraging quem to continue.

“Uh...” a hesitant pause “Which one should I pick?” Qui practically shoved the two cans of soup broth in his face, fake smile and everything. Ancap raised an eyebrow and put on his best 'Don’t-bullshit-me-like-that' face.

Qui loved to to state quis opinions, that much he knew. So, what made the outspoken, loudmouth imbecile suddenly act all shy and shit?

Oh. Oh.

Bless whoever is playing the mysterious game that is the world for the wonderful opportunity. Now he remembered why he wanted to do this in the first place.

“Is this about your crush on Tankie?” the teasing voice came naturally, and so did the shit-eating grin. Ancom went as red as the cans qui was still holding, made obvious by the artificial light above them. The embarrassment coming from quem was almost tangible in the sterile air of the supermarket. “How did you- That’s not- “qui sputtered. Ancap had witnessed his fellow extremist struggle to find words many times prior to this, but the satisfaction of leaving quem speechless now was infinitely superior to all the others. Like Doja Cat once said, what a time to be alive.

“C’mon pal, did you seriously think I wasn’t gonna notice?” he stated, while lowering Ancoms hands and leaving the soup cans in the shelf behind quem. Poor thing was still paralyzed. “Unlike you two, I'm not Hellen Keller when it comes to love.”

The aforementioned fucker would have slapped him right then and there if Ancap had worse reflexes. Qui looked furious.

“Wait why did- “

“Ancap you- you bastard!” qui was not yelling, but the low snarl that came out of quis mouth was way crueler. Qui was livid and Ancap swore he saw quem trembling.

“Don’t you dare fucking mock me, I already get enough of that from Nazi. My love life has nothing to do with you, get it? Now let me go.”

Fucking hell. It was that scary look again. Real creepy.

He exhaled but did not let go of quis wrist, even after qui complained. “You got me all wrong buddy,” he explained “I know you're very independent and whatnot. But I also know Tankie is one repressed bitch, and your ass isn't any better. For once I am not doing something in exchange for money. I actually want to help you two get together. And it'll be way easier if you just let me.” He let go of quis wrist. No reply was given.

The rest of the visit to the store was deadly silent. It made him uneasy, but he didn't attempt to start up a conversation after what had previously taken place. Sometimes, he thought, silence is persuasive.

Of course, that could also mean... "Are you upset?" he asked while entering the luxurious car, refusing to meet the shorter ones' stare.

"No."

"That's good."

Ancom said nothing, and crossed quis arms. Qui gave him a side glance from quis seat beside him, as if scanning him with a distasteful look on quis face. “Ok. But I still don't trust you.” It took him half a second to realice what qui was talking about.

“Fair enough.” he tried to stop the sincere smile tugging at his lips, but it was impossible.