Briar offered a sigh of relief, holding his hands interlocked at his chest and breathing out through his nose. "I'm real grateful, Ves," he spoke after a moment, the two nearing the theater with Briar's eyes not leaving Vesper throughout except to wander up the sky. He always found him again with that odd little twinkle, his lips quirked at one end in a meek half-smile with a dimple to pocketmark its appearance. "I-I promise we'll be in an' out, lickety-split like, mind. I won't take too much of your day, but I know you were - uhm - well, you were really wantin' to see this, and I wanna ...," see you smile, but it trailed off his lips.
He could only smile, instead, laughing under a nervous breath along with Vesper. A man started to approach them, the same hearty Director that had picked Briar up his first time through, and he'd jaunt over quite enthusiastically when he saw the boys. "Ah, our Romeo! You've come for another round, eh? Thank the Gods at that. The girls were missing you," he teased him, a broad smile with missing teeth and his hands on his hips. "And who is this? A friend of our little prince? You'll be helping out tonight, then, aye? Wouldn't want a repeat of sweet Briar on his deathbed, would'ya?"
A raucous chuckle, and a blush from Briar besides, slapping his chest and throwing the spotlight over Vesper. While the other boy was given the chance to bow out, the sparkling eyes of his friend peeked from behind the director's invitation.
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