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Can you believe it’s been ten years since this blog was created? Ten! Time really flies doesn’t it?

Aaaanyway, just came back to finally tie up some loose ends and figured this would be a fitting “final post”. Broady wanted me to dig out the suit the other day and, well, one thing led to another haha~

Thank you everyone for making this a success, we had some real fun times around here. Until we meet again~!

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Hey mod! Where can we find you in other places?

[clears throat]

And now for a word from our sponsors!

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entr-acte-broadway:

#g… giddy up?

Giddy up inde–

#save a horse ride a cowboy?

*laughs softly and saunters in to straddle Greed’s lap*

Sounds perfect to me.  ❤

*SMOOCH*

#❤❤❤❤❤

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entr-acte-broadway:

Hey there handsome.  ❤

Nice catch~

You ready for a rough ride?

#Happy anniversary Greedy ❤#❤❤❤

--Gonna-- 

... Oh.

[wheezes; places hat in lap]

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[flops onto bed, clearly exhausted... but also more jovial than usual]

Are you kidding me? Why do you think I’ve been gone all day? Broady and I went everywhere. Parks, dancing, dinner, movies... 

[shy smile]

... Renewed our vows again.

 Couldn’t’ve asked for a better day...

... Haven’t seen Broady since we got home, though. Wonder where he...

--MMPH!

[sits up abruptly, vaguely annoyed]

What the... what’s this hat doing here? I swear if it’s another one of those curses, I’m gonna--

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didney-worl-no-uta replied to your post: arent you kinda old to be celebrating your...

Since when is someone too old to celebrate their birthday? Never heard of that law.

Unless O'Hare passed it cuz he doesn’t want anyone to know how old he really is.

Some people have too much time on their hands, huh? Sheesh...

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arent you kinda old to be celebrating your birthday?

FWEEEEEEEEEE

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Can you believe another whole year’s gone by? Sheesh...

Ah... Broady insisted I wear this pin today, so uh...

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Can I go with you? *squeezes hands*

[nodnod]

Let’s just... take it easy.

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If you say so. *squeezes and continues to plant smooches all over his face* I love you so much, Greed. You know that, right?

It’s nice to hear every so often, h-haha.

[MWAH❤]

I think, uh… I think I’m going to go check on the saplings.

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You... Come'ere. *pulls hi into a hug, planting smooches all over his face* What's wrong? Please tell me? I know something's bugging you.

Hug now, talk later.

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Greed, you doing okay? You didn't eat much of your dinner.

Yeah, of course. I’m just… tired, is all.

…

… Could, uh… probably use a hug though, h-hah.

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DOESN'T ARBOREAL HAVE TO DO WITH TREES? AND YOU KILLED IT. GEE HOW FITTING.

Hey, that doesn’t–

… mean…

…

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What in the... what is this?

... Oh, I get it. Some sort of pet simulato--

... Oh.

[awkward cough]

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… Has it really been five years? That’s… incredible…

I just can’t believe tha–

–!

… Psh, dork.

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entr-acte-broadway:

The younger one’s face flushed at the motion, but he smiled all the same. Erin glanced at the timer on his phone. The still had half an hour until the turkey was ready.

“So... you want to unwrap your present?” He all but purred. 

Well that didn’t take long. Honestly he wasn’t sure there would ever be a time when they didn’t act like teenage lovers. 

And here he’d only been teasing. 

Welp.

He snorted and leaned in for a kiss, his body following through with the motion, gently pushing Broadway back against the couch, and...

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entr-acte-broadway:

A few more smooches were stolen before Erin reluctantly pulled away to guide Greed to the couch. 

“Wait right there,” he cooed, trotting happily over to the Christmas tree. There were so many presents under it. The two honestly had gone a little gift crazy. One day there were three for each of them. But then Erin threw a few more under, and then Greed threw a few more to match and it became and outright present war. After a while both of them had simply lost count. 

He happy came over with a colorfully wrapped box with a golden ribbon, setting it in Greed’s lap. 

“Merry Christmas.”

Greed felt himself nibble on his own lip as he was made to sit, then given one of the (many) wrapped boxes from the pile beneath their tree. It was painfully apparent which were for whom, as somewhere along the way he’d given up on actually attempting to wrap things and instead opted for gaudy gift bags and glittery tissue.

Upon receiving the box, he promptly peeled off the bow and stuck it to Broadway’s chest.

“Oh, for me?” he grinned, giving the shimmering ribbon a gentle tug. “Erin, you shouldn’t have…~”