if you like pina coladas [c]

During the trek to his home, Arlo didn’t say much. He was too wet and too cold to be in the mood for much conversation, and his mind was briefly one-track as he dreamt of dry clothes and a warm house. His mood made him just slightly annoyed at Orion, but he didn’t voice it. He’d tease him about it later, anyways.

”No kidding.” Arlo agreed, slipping off his shoes as he shut the front door behind them. He shook off his umbrella in the front before setting it against the wall.

He shrugged at Orion and peeled off his jacket and shirt as he walked further into the house, both of which were soaked through. Even his pants were, made heavier by the water. ”Fine with me. I’ll clean it up later.” He gestured to Orion to follow as he made his way to the small laundry room, through the perfect halls and past the perfect living room, and threw his clothes unceremoniously into the washing machine. ”You can borrow some of my clothes till yours are done in the wash.” Though Arlo was sure that he an article of clothing or two in his closet that belonged to Orion, and never really had the chance to give back.

Next stop was his room, which was the only place in the house that wasn’t neat and orderly. It wasn’t quite a tornado, but somehow it resembled a disorganized puzzle. He quickly pulled out some spare clothes for the both of them and nodded his head towards the east part of the house. ”You can change in my Dad’s room if you want.”

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Arlo quickly changed into dry clothes, held them away from his person so as not to get any part of him wet again. When Orion was done changing he nodded his head to the laundry room and, once there, dumped his clothes unceremoniously into the washer. He moved aside to let Orion put his in and crossed his arms, leaning against the dryer. He wasn't quite sure what to do. "So, we have the whole afternoon and my Dad is gone. What do you wanna do?"

As if in response, his stomach grumbled audibly. "Wait, hold that thought, I need food. Want anything?" Their fridge was stocked with every healthy and organic thing under the sun, but by now Arlo was more than capable of making something edible out of the nasty foods his father tried to force on him. He headed to the doorway, looking back to wait for Orion.

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It really didn't matter how long Arlo had had to associate himself with the food his dad bought; every time he opened a cupboard or the fridge he would scowl, as he was once he got to the kitchen and opened the fridge door. He promptly shut it after a few seconds and chewed his lower lip while trying to decide how angry his dad would be at him later due to what he was about to suggest.

"We can order a pizza." He mused. If they couldn't finish it, he could give Orion the leftovers to take home. His dad wouldn't be home by then, anyways. Getting rid of the box would be tough, because his dad would suspect if the garbage was out early, and taken out by Arlo willingly, no less. "That has plenty of fat." Or, more fat than anything in this house, anyway. He looked to Orion for guidance, regardless of the fact that it was his house. Still, he valued Orion's opinion. Sometimes he seemed to closest thing to a conscience when he wasn't enough in his right mind to have one.

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"Anything but anchovies." Arlo reeled off immediately. He was glad that it hadn't taken much to convince Orion, though it only reminded him that someday he would have to convince Orion to get smashed, too.

In fact, he knew that he had a stash hidden in his room somewhere, but immediately thought better of it. They would definitely get caught that way, and then neither of them would probably be seeing pizza, booze, or each other for a while. The latter was something Arlo didn't really want to think about as a possibility at all.

He'd wait until Orion was done ordering the pizza before saying, "If my Dad wasn't so strict we would be doing stuff like this more often."

@orion

Arlo snorted. ”Yeah, can’t imagine what my Dad would do if he found several of those lying around.” He could picture it very clearly. So clearly, that he almost expected his father to walk in right then and catch them in the act. He glanced to the doorway and back at Orion.

Under other circumstances and with other people, Arlo would have contradicted the positivity with more pessimism. But this was Orion, and they were at his house. He could stand Orion’s optimism. Not because he’d been around him so long, but because he could make the only kind of uplifting remarks that he wanted to hear.

”Well, yeah, but we’d find other stuff to do. It’s not like we’re adults.” Legally, anyway. When it came to alcohol Arlo didn’t really care whether he was legal or not.

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