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A lopsided grin freely draws across Eberhard’s lips, pressing against the confines of his double dipped mask as he hears the rather serious No, “Good,” Naturally turning more towards Octavio, as a warmth alights within his eyes, “Well, …here I am.” He teases a bit, “…even though you didn’t…hopefully I live up at least a little to the dreamscape version. We’ll have to see, right?” Knocking his arm lightly and a bit playfully against Octavio’s as he moves forward with the line, taking the time to order and field it over To Him for any extras before sliding down to pay, Apple Pay…nice. Always love to see it. Taking the bags under his arm as he moves outside giving a thank you, thank you…to Oct for grabbing the door, making their way back onto the sidewalk, ready to settle down and dig in once they got to the next little spot…

Octodate [September 13, 2021]

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Octavio makes his way to the taco place, running his hand through his hair as he checks his reflection in the glass of a shop front he was passing, trying to keep it cool, casual, collected…doing a quick breath check, too, making sure everything was minty fresh…before letting out a breath as he makes his way over to the front of the restaurant, catching sight of Eberhard waiting out front, a little smile peeking onto his lips beneath the mask. “Been waiting long?” He asks, giving Eberhard a quick playful shoulder nudge, hoping he hadn’t been.

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Eberhard’s brows raise up as his lips spread into a warm O, the accompanying sound rising out of him in tandem, “Ohhhh. So am I an experiment or something of the sort?” Eberhard questions back, after taking a few moments to consider the highlighted picks, settling on the Carne Asada, a classic and staple he always wished to try.

Octodate [September 13, 2021]

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Octavio makes his way to the taco place, running his hand through his hair as he checks his reflection in the glass of a shop front he was passing, trying to keep it cool, casual, collected…doing a quick breath check, too, making sure everything was minty fresh…before letting out a breath as he makes his way over to the front of the restaurant, catching sight of Eberhard waiting out front, a little smile peeking onto his lips beneath the mask. “Been waiting long?” He asks, giving Eberhard a quick playful shoulder nudge, hoping he hadn’t been.

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“Oh, so it’s been Something you’ve been Thinking about?” He muses back, a playful bit of surprise intermixed to his light stress on the word, well…that was something New. Easily slipping into the line as his chin raises up, taking in the menu a bit ahead of them for what was Calling to Him? “Any Mina recommendations to start off?”

Octodate [September 13, 2021]

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Octavio makes his way to the taco place, running his hand through his hair as he checks his reflection in the glass of a shop front he was passing, trying to keep it cool, casual, collected…doing a quick breath check, too, making sure everything was minty fresh…before letting out a breath as he makes his way over to the front of the restaurant, catching sight of Eberhard waiting out front, a little smile peeking onto his lips beneath the mask. “Been waiting long?” He asks, giving Eberhard a quick playful shoulder nudge, hoping he hadn’t been.

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Eberhard hears the faint clacking in his ear as his fingers type out the message to Ewe, hearing the swoosh as it sends, sliding his phone back into his pocket and drawing his attention upwards to See October, Octagon, Octagave…himself, standing up and moving in closer. “Not long at all,” He easily offers up, looking over him for a few extra beats, his lips pressing tight against his mask in a delighted little smile, moving to open the door wide enough for him, “Shy guys, first…”

Octodate [September 13, 2021]

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Octavio makes his way to the taco place, running his hand through his hair as he checks his reflection in the glass of a shop front he was passing, trying to keep it cool, casual, collected…doing a quick breath check, too, making sure everything was minty fresh…before letting out a breath as he makes his way over to the front of the restaurant, catching sight of Eberhard waiting out front, a little smile peeking onto his lips beneath the mask. “Been waiting long?” He asks, giving Eberhard a quick playful shoulder nudge, hoping he hadn’t been.

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Eberhard turns the key as he makes his way inside — hearing the musical chime of his cellphone — withdrawing it soon after, closing the door softly behind him, locking it and holding true on the few bags of things Octavio had needed him to grab on the way back from his run. His lips drifting up into a gentle smile as he reads the texts from Ewe, moving to one-handedly type out a few responses back and forth as he slowly makes his way forward.

The Big Birthday Spider-Man [March 19, 2021]

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A warm, airy, almost musical? Huh, hum moves from Octavio as he puts the finishing touches on the Birthday Feast surprise shit he was making for Eberhard, swaying his hips a bit to the music, this shit wasn’t all that bad was it, ay? Moving to put the dishes to simmer as he goes to do the cocktails, giving the mixer a little shake shake shakeeee, about to pour it in and add the little festive umbrellas, hey, it was a birthday party, was it not, before he hears the sound of the door opening, sure it was Eberhard coming back from the little miscellaneous errand he had gotten him to go on to be out of the place for a bitttt....moving to finish up the cocktails and set up the feast, waiting for him to come in so he could reveal the big surprise...

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— CONCLUSION: Eberhard eagerly indulges in another dance with Octavio — a flickering of happiness permeating through him at having had the Opportunity in spite of everything to have met Him — and as many as He himself would indulge him in, hoping to just…drink his fill and be Merry, …or well…close enough he Supposed. Letting the night and the music be enjoyed as it should be, harkening perhaps even…a New Dawn. 🎊 —

A Big Day [December 31, 2020]

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- New Year’s Eve, Close to Midnight -

Octavio moves to mix the touch of Chambord into the glasses of champagne, it was a special occasion, after all, he reminds himself, even though he felt like…it really didn’t have the same Feel, same Anticipation…as every new year before it…his mind moving back to…quickly shifting his thoughts away from the edge of the memories beyond that soft haze of a thought that had danced along it, and back to…how he should at least be Grateful, that he and Eberhard didn’t have a shift that evening, and could celebrate…even in their own small way…and…Grateful for Eberhard, a small, soft wisp of a smile crossing his lips, as a Truth moves through him at that gratitude, in a small part of him that…placing a cherry in each of the glasses, as a Finishing Touch, to make it a Proper Night Cap, as the man himself might say, a little chuckle moving through him as he heads back to the couch, offering Eberhard the glass. “A little something, to ring in the new year,” he offers, that little wisp of a smile returning as he joins him on it, holding it up for a toast as his eyes meet Eberhard’s, remembering the man’s words, finding them Apt, here in now, with looking forward, “The sun will rise. And we will try again,” he offers, the little smile peeking further upwards, a bit of…hope, moving through him in the moment, maybe.

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Eberhard softly blinks his eyes open, his fingertips already grazing the spot on his cheek…a little chuckle of amusement rising out of him at the little misdirect, that one was on him. His words causing him to tilt his head a bit, huh…Reaching out wordlessly to wrap his arms around Octavio. “Happy New Year,” He lowly murmurs with a final oomph of emphasis, they had made it Through, …somehow. Giving him a little squeeze before resigning himself to draw back, reaching for one of the mini hor dourves offering one out to Him and lightly brushing his own against it before moving to consume it in one gulp of a bite, “Are You in the festive spirit for another…dance?” He asks a warmth alighting his features as he playfully shimmies his shoulders, feeling as though it was a Perfect way to cap off the year and cha-cha-cha into this Next One…

A Big Day [December 31, 2020]

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- New Year’s Eve, Close to Midnight -

Octavio moves to mix the touch of Chambord into the glasses of champagne, it was a special occasion, after all, he reminds himself, even though he felt like…it really didn’t have the same Feel, same Anticipation…as every new year before it…his mind moving back to…quickly shifting his thoughts away from the edge of the memories beyond that soft haze of a thought that had danced along it, and back to…how he should at least be Grateful, that he and Eberhard didn’t have a shift that evening, and could celebrate…even in their own small way…and…Grateful for Eberhard, a small, soft wisp of a smile crossing his lips, as a Truth moves through him at that gratitude, in a small part of him that…placing a cherry in each of the glasses, as a Finishing Touch, to make it a Proper Night Cap, as the man himself might say, a little chuckle moving through him as he heads back to the couch, offering Eberhard the glass. “A little something, to ring in the new year,” he offers, that little wisp of a smile returning as he joins him on it, holding it up for a toast as his eyes meet Eberhard’s, remembering the man’s words, finding them Apt, here in now, with looking forward, “The sun will rise. And we will try again,” he offers, the little smile peeking further upwards, a bit of…hope, moving through him in the moment, maybe.

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A soft chuckle rises out of Eberhard as a tiny smile twinkles along his face, “…I’m gonna Choose to take that as a Compliment. All things considered, …mmhm…sure, have at It…”

Something to Think About [June 25, 2020]

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“…Just making a…Observation, is all…” Eberhard lowly replies back, clearing his throat a bit as his brows scrunch towards one another, his fingers rising up to rub along his temple as his eyes close, a throbbing beginning behind them. Mnnh. Slowly settling himself downward, as he takes in a breath, “Fuck.” The words softly dripping out from between his lips in a dull resignation of his predicament, gently blinking his eyes open to look at Emery, wishing…mmm…the release causing a slow…deflation through his body, “…think I’m gonna head off…” His eyes closing again, tightly for a beat, as his lips softly smack together, moving easily onto his side, wrapping his arm under his pillow, and head. “…unless you wanna Talk me to Sleep…?” He offers out a low gravelliness present in his tone.

Something to Think About [June 25, 2020]

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A grin slowly rises as Eberhard takes in the explosion of color and watches the ball drop, letting out a deep breath, a small ribbon of hope…swirling within him at the sight feeling an almost symbolic…hm. A soft sound coming out of him as he bends a bit to pick up the noisemaker. His fingers barely grazing it as he hears Octavio, or more so feels his breath tickle along the side of his cheek. “Kiss me?” He asks back, having to almost say it himself to truly process it, his lips peeking upwards kindly, as he draws himself back upwards, nodding his head softly in affirmation, “Tis the season, after all.” He chuckles a bit, before closing his eyes and leaning in for the festive peck, …blocking out any intrusive thoughts about…well, that was besides the point, wasn’t it?

A Big Day [December 31, 2020]

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- New Year’s Eve, Close to Midnight -

Octavio moves to mix the touch of Chambord into the glasses of champagne, it was a special occasion, after all, he reminds himself, even though he felt like…it really didn’t have the same Feel, same Anticipation…as every new year before it…his mind moving back to…quickly shifting his thoughts away from the edge of the memories beyond that soft haze of a thought that had danced along it, and back to…how he should at least be Grateful, that he and Eberhard didn’t have a shift that evening, and could celebrate…even in their own small way…and…Grateful for Eberhard, a small, soft wisp of a smile crossing his lips, as a Truth moves through him at that gratitude, in a small part of him that…placing a cherry in each of the glasses, as a Finishing Touch, to make it a Proper Night Cap, as the man himself might say, a little chuckle moving through him as he heads back to the couch, offering Eberhard the glass. “A little something, to ring in the new year,” he offers, that little wisp of a smile returning as he joins him on it, holding it up for a toast as his eyes meet Eberhard’s, remembering the man’s words, finding them Apt, here in now, with looking forward, “The sun will rise. And we will try again,” he offers, the little smile peeking further upwards, a bit of…hope, moving through him in the moment, maybe.

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Eberhard lets out a warm unrestrained belly laugh in between the easy breezy, funky — couldn’t ever forget that One — moves losing himself in them, taking Octavio’s hands in his own as he dives further into the entire flash dance…moving freely around the room until the songs second cycle around the sun…and the eventual eclipse. Taking in a much needed and appreciated breath as a delighted smile breaks through the moment overshadowed by the countdown beginning, a sense of urgency sparking within him as he pulls Octavio over with him, not wanting to Miss the Moment as he joins in with the counting, “Five, Four, Three…”

A Big Day [December 31, 2020]

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- New Year’s Eve, Close to Midnight -

Octavio moves to mix the touch of Chambord into the glasses of champagne, it was a special occasion, after all, he reminds himself, even though he felt like…it really didn’t have the same Feel, same Anticipation…as every new year before it…his mind moving back to…quickly shifting his thoughts away from the edge of the memories beyond that soft haze of a thought that had danced along it, and back to…how he should at least be Grateful, that he and Eberhard didn’t have a shift that evening, and could celebrate…even in their own small way…and…Grateful for Eberhard, a small, soft wisp of a smile crossing his lips, as a Truth moves through him at that gratitude, in a small part of him that…placing a cherry in each of the glasses, as a Finishing Touch, to make it a Proper Night Cap, as the man himself might say, a little chuckle moving through him as he heads back to the couch, offering Eberhard the glass. “A little something, to ring in the new year,” he offers, that little wisp of a smile returning as he joins him on it, holding it up for a toast as his eyes meet Eberhard’s, remembering the man’s words, finding them Apt, here in now, with looking forward, “The sun will rise. And we will try again,” he offers, the little smile peeking further upwards, a bit of…hope, moving through him in the moment, maybe.

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“I want to hold you, too...” Eberhard softly admits back, catching a glimpse of his touch a smile sheepishly warming along the edges of his lips out of the corner of his eye as he moves to lie on his side, letting out a faint sigh, a vague mess of a chuckle rising out of him, hearing the “News”, allowing it to soak in a bit, as he presses the side of his face against his pillow. This. This. Was...good. Something he Needed. “Wow...you’re getting much easier to impress in your golden years...”

Something to Think About [June 25, 2020]

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“Wild guess, ...grandpa.” Eberhard gently jokes with him, settling back as he absentmindedly scratches his forearm. He missed him. A warmth gently fluttering at the corners of his mouth, “...What’s the first thing you want to do when we’re finally reunited, in the flesh?” He curiously wonders aloud, a sense of what He, himself, wanted flirting through his thoughts. The smile making its gentle return at the pivot to His Replacements, “...And, what would that Be?”

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Eberhard lets out a soft chuckle seeing the text from his mom, the picture Quite a sight...of grumpy faced extraordinaire dressed up along with Dougie and Barbara, three out of five...not too bad with that lot, he supposed. Thanking her for the present, heheh. As Octavio’s screen comes into view, so curious...looking over from it to Octavio with a soft smile of understanding, as his head bobs a bit...an idea flashing into his mind as he draws himself upwards, wordlessly, disappearing for a flash the energetic beat kicking in as he slides his way back into the living room his body moving and grooving as he snaps in time with the beat even as he rolls his body and his arms, “C’mon...you’re not gonna make me dance by myself now are you, funky chicken?” He asks in faux dismay as a grin begins to break like the warm light of a new day, playfully putting more force into his movements “...say I’m so crazy, coming home intoxicated...” Eberhard goodnaturedly sings lowly along pivoting and to theatrically grab his drink and gulp it down, getting back in time to his funky motions, “...I just wanna love ya, babyyy...” His shoulders moving from side to side as he bounces to the chorus expectantly looking towards Octavio to get in on this action. “Let’s go homeeee...”

A Big Day [December 31, 2020]

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Octavio moves to mix the touch of Chambord into the glasses of champagne, it was a special occasion, after all, he reminds himself, even though he felt like…it really didn’t have the same Feel, same Anticipation…as every new year before it…his mind moving back to…quickly shifting his thoughts away from the edge of the memories beyond that soft haze of a thought that had danced along it, and back to…how he should at least be Grateful, that he and Eberhard didn’t have a shift that evening, and could celebrate…even in their own small way…and…Grateful for Eberhard, a small, soft wisp of a smile crossing his lips, as a Truth moves through him at that gratitude, in a small part of him that…placing a cherry in each of the glasses, as a Finishing Touch, to make it a Proper Night Cap, as the man himself might say, a little chuckle moving through him as he heads back to the couch, offering Eberhard the glass. “A little something, to ring in the new year,” he offers, that little wisp of a smile returning as he joins him on it, holding it up for a toast as his eyes meet Eberhard’s, remembering the man’s words, finding them Apt, here in now, with looking forward, “The sun will rise. And we will try again,” he offers, the little smile peeking further upwards, a bit of…hope, moving through him in the moment, maybe.

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A soft push of air makes its way out of Eberhard’s nostrils as his expression warms, relaxing again...content to hear it was something Octavio was comfortable with, at a loss for what the Favor could be...? Not having to hypothesize too much on it as he Hears It...his brows twitching downwards a bit as it registers, damn...slowly withdrawing his arm from Octavio, leaning forward for his phone, “...A big ass deal...” Eberhard softly murmurs back, half in agreement, half in contemplation...? it having slipped his mind, damn near. A small twinge of guilt rolling through him, not wanting to give too much rise to the feeling though, as he unlocks his phone and moves to message Ray, curious on what his plans were, but also wanting to give him that recognition, personally, too. Of course he was proud of him. Octavio’s admission drawing his head back up and his attention over to him, looking him over for a beat as his shoulder gently kisses his, sensing he wanted to, maybe...“...Wanna talk about It, orrrr...?” His tone lilting upwards at the final word as he stretches it out in mystery a bit.

A Big Day [December 31, 2020]

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Octavio moves to mix the touch of Chambord into the glasses of champagne, it was a special occasion, after all, he reminds himself, even though he felt like…it really didn’t have the same Feel, same Anticipation…as every new year before it…his mind moving back to…quickly shifting his thoughts away from the edge of the memories beyond that soft haze of a thought that had danced along it, and back to…how he should at least be Grateful, that he and Eberhard didn’t have a shift that evening, and could celebrate…even in their own small way…and…Grateful for Eberhard, a small, soft wisp of a smile crossing his lips, as a Truth moves through him at that gratitude, in a small part of him that…placing a cherry in each of the glasses, as a Finishing Touch, to make it a Proper Night Cap, as the man himself might say, a little chuckle moving through him as he heads back to the couch, offering Eberhard the glass. “A little something, to ring in the new year,” he offers, that little wisp of a smile returning as he joins him on it, holding it up for a toast as his eyes meet Eberhard’s, remembering the man’s words, finding them Apt, here in now, with looking forward, “The sun will rise. And we will try again,” he offers, the little smile peeking further upwards, a bit of…hope, moving through him in the moment, maybe.

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Eberhard turns his attention from the television the slight hesitation of the words drawing him to focus a bit more...his mind pinpointing the closeness, his arm still casually — or perhaps it hadn’t come off that way? Resting across his shoulders, “Too close?” He offers out in a guess, with a slight disarming curl to his lips, not wanting to make him uncomfortable in any sense of the word.

A Big Day [December 31, 2020]

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Octavio moves to mix the touch of Chambord into the glasses of champagne, it was a special occasion, after all, he reminds himself, even though he felt like…it really didn’t have the same Feel, same Anticipation…as every new year before it…his mind moving back to…quickly shifting his thoughts away from the edge of the memories beyond that soft haze of a thought that had danced along it, and back to…how he should at least be Grateful, that he and Eberhard didn’t have a shift that evening, and could celebrate…even in their own small way…and…Grateful for Eberhard, a small, soft wisp of a smile crossing his lips, as a Truth moves through him at that gratitude, in a small part of him that…placing a cherry in each of the glasses, as a Finishing Touch, to make it a Proper Night Cap, as the man himself might say, a little chuckle moving through him as he heads back to the couch, offering Eberhard the glass. “A little something, to ring in the new year,” he offers, that little wisp of a smile returning as he joins him on it, holding it up for a toast as his eyes meet Eberhard’s, remembering the man’s words, finding them Apt, here in now, with looking forward, “The sun will rise. And we will try again,” he offers, the little smile peeking further upwards, a bit of…hope, moving through him in the moment, maybe.

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A soft flutter tugs at the edges of Eberhard’s lips, as he feels the sudden weight on his shoulder, the sensation along his back, ...acutely aware of every little touch. It was something...good. To experience this. A soft breath of pushing out of his nostrils, as his smile deepens, lingering in the moment...the human...connection...until he stops his motions and squeezes him some...mmm...slowly withdrawing his arms, his knuckle gently grazing underneath Octavio’s chin as he feels him drawn back some...“Thanks, man.” He warmly responds back, his words coming back after the fact. Turning his head some to look over at the stove, slowly panning back to Octavio, “Mind repeating that bit from before...think it got lost in the proverbial...sauce.” He punctuates the word with a warm, hearty laugh, wanting to do the dish justice after all...

A Chef Oct Surprise [November 6, 2020]

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Octavio finishes drying himself off from his shower after a long, long shift, moving to…just take a moment to release a breath, running his fingers through his damp hair as he slips on some sweatpants and an old Columbia Med shirt he had laying around, feeling…tired but…also a small spark of energy moving through him as he thinks of Eberhard, and the small idea he had to just…bring a bit of lightness into their lives that night, as he makes his way into the living area, a flit of a smile crossing his lips. “I’ve figured out dinner for tonight, seems like…a Chef Oct surprise is in order, ey,” he offers out to Eberhard, as he moves towards the kitchen, taking in if they had what they needed…good, good, perfect… “But if you’re up for it, maybe we could cook together?” He offers, feeling like it could be a nice little break from all the shit, just to cook some good food and…try to relax for a bit.