*Oh God. First Texas' team won the ALCs. Then Roslyn and New York fought. Then Texas had grilled him. Then the Rangers lost the World Series. Texas felt awful- Like he had been nothing but a series of let downs for his lover lately. Now he had to do something he was horrible at.*
*Begging for forgiveness.*
*He dressed as stylishly as he could- Hammerspace seemed to sense his distress and put a few new things in his closet. Distressed jeans, a worn casual light blue button up shirt, simple black boots, and he had done his hair, put on cologne... Everything he could think of to look presentable. in one hand he carried a dozen roses, and in the other a bag full of catnip mice, string, balls with bells in them and bags of different flavor cat treats.*
*If this didn't work, he didn't know what else to do. He stood in front of New York's door and carefully juggled his load as he knocked.*
[When New York heard a knock at his door, he looked towards it, but didn't immediately get up yet. He wondered if he should answer it, if maybe he wasn't in the mood, wondering who it possibly could be at this time and when the election results were still coming in. But...well he couldn't ignore when Sam darted out of his bed and towards the door, meowing loudly and pawing at the door.]
Sam, what're you...?
[And then New York got up, going over to his door and swooping up Sam in his hand, who looked up at him and meowed again, almost as if beckoning him to open the door. Which he did and...couldn't really believe what he saw.]
[New York looked at the roses and the bag, with a...slightly confused expression on his face. Sam, perhaps seeing or smelling what was in the bag, got more excited, squirming a bit in New York's hand and meowing some more, pawing at his arm and up at the bag.]
What...what're these for...? Sam, calm down...
[With his free hand, he reached out to take what Texas had offered, smiling a bit at the roses in particular as he wasn't sure what was in the bag. Though he still...didn't really understand why he was being given them.]
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*Begging for forgiveness.*
*He dressed as stylishly as he could- Hammerspace seemed to sense his distress and put a few new things in his closet. Distressed jeans, a worn casual light blue button up shirt, simple black boots, and he had done his hair, put on cologne... Everything he could think of to look presentable. in one hand he carried a dozen roses, and in the other a bag full of catnip mice, string, balls with bells in them and bags of different flavor cat treats.*
*If this didn't work, he didn't know what else to do. He stood in front of New York's door and carefully juggled his load as he knocked.*
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Sam, what're you...?
[And then New York got up, going over to his door and swooping up Sam in his hand, who looked up at him and meowed again, almost as if beckoning him to open the door. Which he did and...couldn't really believe what he saw.]
...Hank?
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Michael, I...
*He immediately fumbled. This wasn't something he had much experience with. Texas held out the roses and bag of toys, looking down and blushing.*
These're for you.
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What...what're these for...? Sam, calm down...
[With his free hand, he reached out to take what Texas had offered, smiling a bit at the roses in particular as he wasn't sure what was in the bag. Though he still...didn't really understand why he was being given them.]
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