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“Heya, Hunter.”
“Hey, Captain.”
Two sets of eyes (four if you count Willow’s glasses) widened, the teen’s cheeks glowing crimson as the words left Hunter’s mouth.
“‘Captain?’” mused Gus, a smirk on his face. “We’re not even on the field.”
“It-it-it-it was a…a…slip of the tongue?” Unsure if he was asking or telling, Hunter offered his friend a lopsided smile.
“...Hmmmmm…” Gus looked at Hunter. Then at Willow, whose face quickly went from “What have you DONE?” to “Nothing suspicious here.” in the half-second it took for Gus to turn his head.
“Yeah, that checks out.” replied Gus. “You do kinda stick around in amped up mode when you switch on. Maybe take it easy once a while, ya dang workaholic.”
“Hehe, yeah…” chuckled Hunter, subtly letting out a breath. “I’ll try.”
-/-/-/-/-
“Has she slept?” asked Hunter upon entering Willow’s room. Luz and Gus were sprawled out on the floor, staring upwards with glazed eyes, amidst a pile of snacks, juice boxes, and textbooks.
“Nah.” Gus replied, barely turning his head. “Sleep. Nope. Don’t need.”
Sighing, Hunter gingerly stepped over the exhausted pair, giving Willow a light tap on the shoulder. “Willow, I think you need some rest.”
Willow scoffed as she brushed away Hunter’s hand. “No worries, newbie, I’m—”
She slapped her hand over her mouth, looking up at Hunter with wide, terrified eyes. Hunter looked on the verge of collapsing, but the brief glance to the bedroom window had her think maybe she should join him.
Thankfully, Gus and Luz were too tired to register what just happened. Willow and Hunter let out sighs, the latter saying he’d come back later just before he scurried out the door.
“When did Hunter get here?” asked Luz.
-/-/-/-/-
“You’re up to something.”
Hunter, a single bead of sweat rolling down his brow, leaned against the doorframe of the Owl House, a strained smile on his face. “Hm?”
Gus squinted. “You’ve been acting weird.” Pause. “Er. Especially around Willow.”
“Whaaaaaaat?” squeak-laughed Hunter. “No waaay, Captain and—_awp_!”
“That, right there! You keep calling her ‘Captain’, what’s up with that?”
“It’s nothing, r-really! I got used to calling her that in—” Hunter paused, taking in a deep breath, letting out a _long_ exhale. “_On_ the field.”
Gus stared. Hard. Long. The kind of stare that could make someone twice his height and size shake. The kind of stare that shouted “I don’t believe you.” at the top of its lungs.
“I don’t believe you.”
Dammit.
He kept staring. And slowly, Hunter realized that Gus’ gaze was drifting to his neck.
His exposed neck.
His very easily-analyzed neck.
“Is that…lipstick?”
Hunter’s hand flew so hard to his neck it resonated in the room, and he bit back a yelp of pain. “Nope.”
“That was lipstick.”
“You’re mistaken.”
“You’re hiding something.”
“Also mistaken.”
A long silence.
“You know I can make you tell me what I need to know.”
Hunter scoffed. “Oh, really? How?”
A wicked, warbly, wriggly smile made its way to Gus’ face. “Oh, _Luuuuuuuuuuz_.”
Oh, no.
-/-/-/-/-
He lasted eight seconds. Try as he might, he couldn’t last long against Luz’s “adorable face”. No one could. No one who wasn’t pure evil.
And that is exactly why Willow was awoken from what was supposed to have been a peaceful nap by Gus and Luz, shaking her like a potion bottle, demanding to know when she and Hunter started dating.
**_[END]_**
“Hey, Captain.”
Two sets of eyes (four if you count Willow’s glasses) widened, the teen’s cheeks glowing crimson as the words left Hunter’s mouth.
“‘Captain?’” mused Gus, a smirk on his face. “We’re not even on the field.”
“It-it-it-it was a…a…slip of the tongue?” Unsure if he was asking or telling, Hunter offered his friend a lopsided smile.
“...Hmmmmm…” Gus looked at Hunter. Then at Willow, whose face quickly went from “What have you DONE?” to “Nothing suspicious here.” in the half-second it took for Gus to turn his head.
“Yeah, that checks out.” replied Gus. “You do kinda stick around in amped up mode when you switch on. Maybe take it easy once a while, ya dang workaholic.”
“Hehe, yeah…” chuckled Hunter, subtly letting out a breath. “I’ll try.”
-/-/-/-/-
“Has she slept?” asked Hunter upon entering Willow’s room. Luz and Gus were sprawled out on the floor, staring upwards with glazed eyes, amidst a pile of snacks, juice boxes, and textbooks.
“Nah.” Gus replied, barely turning his head. “Sleep. Nope. Don’t need.”
Sighing, Hunter gingerly stepped over the exhausted pair, giving Willow a light tap on the shoulder. “Willow, I think you need some rest.”
Willow scoffed as she brushed away Hunter’s hand. “No worries, newbie, I’m—”
She slapped her hand over her mouth, looking up at Hunter with wide, terrified eyes. Hunter looked on the verge of collapsing, but the brief glance to the bedroom window had her think maybe she should join him.
Thankfully, Gus and Luz were too tired to register what just happened. Willow and Hunter let out sighs, the latter saying he’d come back later just before he scurried out the door.
“When did Hunter get here?” asked Luz.
-/-/-/-/-
“You’re up to something.”
Hunter, a single bead of sweat rolling down his brow, leaned against the doorframe of the Owl House, a strained smile on his face. “Hm?”
Gus squinted. “You’ve been acting weird.” Pause. “Er. Especially around Willow.”
“Whaaaaaaat?” squeak-laughed Hunter. “No waaay, Captain and—_awp_!”
“That, right there! You keep calling her ‘Captain’, what’s up with that?”
“It’s nothing, r-really! I got used to calling her that in—” Hunter paused, taking in a deep breath, letting out a _long_ exhale. “_On_ the field.”
Gus stared. Hard. Long. The kind of stare that could make someone twice his height and size shake. The kind of stare that shouted “I don’t believe you.” at the top of its lungs.
“I don’t believe you.”
Dammit.
He kept staring. And slowly, Hunter realized that Gus’ gaze was drifting to his neck.
His exposed neck.
His very easily-analyzed neck.
“Is that…lipstick?”
Hunter’s hand flew so hard to his neck it resonated in the room, and he bit back a yelp of pain. “Nope.”
“That was lipstick.”
“You’re mistaken.”
“You’re hiding something.”
“Also mistaken.”
A long silence.
“You know I can make you tell me what I need to know.”
Hunter scoffed. “Oh, really? How?”
A wicked, warbly, wriggly smile made its way to Gus’ face. “Oh, _Luuuuuuuuuuz_.”
Oh, no.
-/-/-/-/-
He lasted eight seconds. Try as he might, he couldn’t last long against Luz’s “adorable face”. No one could. No one who wasn’t pure evil.
And that is exactly why Willow was awoken from what was supposed to have been a peaceful nap by Gus and Luz, shaking her like a potion bottle, demanding to know when she and Hunter started dating.
**_[END]_**
“Heya, Hunter.”
“Hey, Captain.”
Two sets of eyes (four if you count Willow’s glasses) widened, the teen’s cheeks glowing crimson as the words left Hunter’s mouth.
“‘Captain?’” mused Gus, a smirk on his face. “We’re not even on the field.”
“It-it-it-it was a…a…slip of the tongue?” Unsure if he was asking or telling, Hunter offered his friend a lopsided smile.
“...Hmmmmm…” Gus looked at Hunter. Then at Willow, whose face quickly went from “What have you DONE?” to “Nothing suspicious here.” in the half-second it took for Gus to turn his head.
“Yeah, that checks out.” replied Gus. “You do kinda stick around in amped up mode when you switch on. Maybe take it easy once a while, ya dang workaholic.”
“Hehe, yeah…” chuckled Hunter, subtly letting out a breath. “I’ll try.”
-/-/-/-/-
“Has she slept?” asked Hunter upon entering Willow’s room. Luz and Gus were sprawled out on the floor, staring upwards with glazed eyes, amidst a pile of snacks, juice boxes, and textbooks.
“Nah.” Gus replied, barely turning his head. “Sleep. Nope. Don’t need.”
Sighing, Hunter gingerly stepped over the exhausted pair, giving Willow a light tap on the shoulder. “Willow, I think you need some rest.”
Willow scoffed as she brushed away Hunter’s hand. “No worries, newbie, I’m—”
She slapped her hand over her mouth, looking up at Hunter with wide, terrified eyes. Hunter looked on the verge of collapsing, but the brief glance to the bedroom window had her think maybe she should join him.
Thankfully, Gus and Luz were too tired to register what just happened. Willow and Hunter let out sighs, the latter saying he’d come back later just before he scurried out the door.
“When did Hunter get here?” asked Luz.
-/-/-/-/-
“You’re up to something.”
Hunter, a single bead of sweat rolling down his brow, leaned against the doorframe of the Owl House, a strained smile on his face. “Hm?”
Gus squinted. “You’ve been acting weird.” Pause. “Er. Especially around Willow.”
“Whaaaaaaat?” squeak-laughed Hunter. “No waaay, Captain and—_awp_!”
“That, right there! You keep calling her ‘Captain’, what’s up with that?”
“It’s nothing, r-really! I got used to calling her that in—” Hunter paused, taking in a deep breath, letting out a _long_ exhale. “_On_ the field.”
Gus stared. Hard. Long. The kind of stare that could make someone twice his height and size shake. The kind of stare that shouted “I don’t believe you.” at the top of its lungs.
“I don’t believe you.”
Dammit.
He kept staring. And slowly, Hunter realized that Gus’ gaze was drifting to his neck.
His exposed neck.
His very easily-analyzed neck.
“Is that…lipstick?”
Hunter’s hand flew so hard to his neck it resonated in the room, and he bit back a yelp of pain. “Nope.”
“That was lipstick.”
“You’re mistaken.”
“You’re hiding something.”
“Also mistaken.”
A long silence.
“You know I can make you tell me what I need to know.”
Hunter scoffed. “Oh, really? How?”
A wicked, warbly, wriggly smile made its way to Gus’ face. “Oh, _Luuuuuuuuuuz_.”
Oh, no.
-/-/-/-/-
He lasted eight seconds. Try as he might, he couldn’t last long against Luz’s “adorable face”. No one could. No one who wasn’t pure evil.
And that is exactly why Willow was awoken from what was supposed to have been a peaceful nap by Gus and Luz, shaking her like a potion bottle, demanding to know when she and Hunter started dating.
**_[END]_**
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