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“…dude, r u leik… magnetic 0_0?” Came a question out of the blue. Lampert turned around with a raised brow, “I’m the same as any metal, I guess. Why do you even ask?”
“das mah nyan cat magnet on ur back XD!!!” Infected answered with a giggle as Lampert immediately went to feeling his back trying to locate the magnet. How did Lampert manage to get it was an answer beyond both of them.
“das so cool doe.. >.> think of da possibilities…” Infected said as he reached for the magnet, his hand hovering over the magnet but not making contact, it was a silent request to take the magnet off for Lampert. Lampert put down his hands, silently agreeing while shuddering as he knew Infected had a hand on him. Especially with the fact that man never sanitised his hands, hell, he’d be lucky if Infected washed his hands regularly.
“What possibilities..?” Lampert asked with slight curiosity, yes, he could hold magnets, so what?
“hmm. -v- ull see,” Infected answered vaguely, the worst answer Lampert could’ve imagined. He didn’t know what to expect, still somewhat trying to grasp that Kasper was Infected but Infected was not Kasper. That guy was still full of surprises to Lampert.
The topic picked up once again when Lampert visited Infected’s apartment a few days later. Having the stomach to not think about the guy being unaware about cleaning furniture and everything else.
Infected held a few boxes, all of them rattling with each movement as he held them out proudly. “i got fridge magnets :DD!!” Infected announced.
“That’s nice,” Lampert said, somewhat not aware that he was the ‘fridge’. So, when Infected asked to put those magnets on him.
“I bought a TON so i culd spell more stuff :J,” he said, shaking the multiple boxes he held. There was at least three of them, each of them colourful and patterned.
“Oh! On me..” Lampert said, he had to think for a moment. He didn’t exactly feel much when Infected touched him or even the magnets but it was the conscious thought of germs that made Lampert hesitate.
“iz ok if u dont wanna ^-^,” Infected reassured at Lampert’s reaction, which in-turn did help Lampert feel semi-better for the situation. Infected was sometimes too quick to be touchy with Lampert, but it was never with malicious intent; Infected would ask when he would take a moment to think.
“No, no, I just don’t exactly see a point?” Lampert pondered why Infected wanted to do this mainly, sure he was magnetic but it wasn’t some big deal at least to him.
“idk :D! i jus thought itd be funni LULZ!!!” Infected said with a big smile, not exactly giving Lampert the logical explanation he wanted but he somewhat found Infected endearing to want to partake in meaningless fun with him.
After some time of making sure everything was alright with Lampert and Infected putting on his skater gloves, that one rare pair that weren’t torn to be fingerless.. yet, both were now comfortable on the red couch as now letters and numbers scattered across the couch and mainly, Lampert; only a remaining few were in the boxes.
“What does 1337 even mean?” Lampert asked as he gazed at his torso as Infected put that number arrangement on. “itz just my swagger leet speak ^_^ stands for leet basically lul,” Infected explained, Lampert already knew what leet speak was as it was basically Infected entire deal now.
Nodding as he looked at the rest of the words that were stuck on him, it was mainly media they shared enjoyment with or an inside joke between them. As Infected messed around some more, more idle chatter came between them before Infected felt happy with the arrangement of colourful letters and numbers scattered on Lampert.
“ok cool, lemme do da back too >.>” Infected said, though his voice was slightly more softer than his usual excited tone. “i hav an idea…” Infected added, Lampert looked with curiosity. He couldn’t feel the magnets, so to trying to judge what Infected would place on his back would be impossible.
Though, Lampert complied anyways, sitting so he’d face away from Infected, making the back more easily. He looked back as he watched Infected scramble for letters he balled his fist around, making it harder for Lampert to even guess what Infected wanted to put on him.
It took only a few short minutes before Infected was finished or Lampert just assumed he was, he stopped reaching for letters at least.
“So… what did you put on my back?” Lampert asked which gained a strange reaction from Infected, his face turned a slightly warmer shade.
Infected looked at what he wrote: ‘I luv u’ with a makeshift heart from a 3 and two ‘I’s. Infected tried to read it out but he froze, he wasn’t ready to say it yet.
“i…i just wanted to put down how we’re gud palz >.> <.<“ Infected told Lampert, though his voice didn’t exactly sound confident before he quickly took the magnets back. “ok 0.0 i had mah fun, thanks bro,” Infected stammered as he seemed to quickly finish off their little activity.
They both cleaned off the magnets as Infected placed them disorganised back into whatever box would fit them, quite quickly to a point he took them out of Lampert’s hands as they came close to being finished.
“uhm uhm… O.O” i need to get mor gamer fuel.. so we can hang latrz!!” Infected scrambled, implying it was Lampert’s time to go. Lampert didn’t exactly feel satisfied, their hang out being cut short suddenly and the awkwardness between them felt like it came out of no where.
“Oh, alright,” Lampert said with a small sigh. This felt so fast paced, other hang outs usually ended on Lampert’s terms and with Infected trying to squeeze in more time together. Lampert felt the apartment as Infected went to put away the magnets, he looked back at Infected’s door as he closed it.
“What’s up with you Infected?” Lampert questioned to himself. He was worried for Infected, the whole sickness turning him into Infected was a concern enough but this was out-of-character to Lampert. Not even Kasper was quick to shoo Lampert away this fast. With another worried sigh, he made his way to the elevator, he couldn’t stand around and worry, he’d be there all day.
As Infected tossed the boxes of magnets into a drawer, he couldn’t help but feel shame. Lampert didn’t know anything but Infected felt like he ruined something. His chest felt tight as he tried to forget his shame of that unspoken confession, Lampert probably wouldn’t want to be his boyfriend. Infected was too gross for him, what was he even thinking catching feelings.
Infected slumped into his gamer chair, hoping, maybe a gaming session would help him at least forget how he felt.