I’m afraid I’ve mucked up one of my few friendships…

I suppose that he regrets it, that’s why I’ve not heard from him in awhile.

Oh well. Mr. Rochester, I shall return to thee, it seems.

this is what Quincy assumes when Amos doesn't talk to her

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I AM QUITE PROUD OF MYSELF

he’s too cute

I’m gonna cry myself to sleep now

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amosbones:

Oh, I was precisely on time. It was the New Year that was early. Tsk, tsk, I say.

Y-You do…? Wow… That’s… That’s smashing, actually. I, err, I like you too. Very much, actually. It… It spent me two days to come up with the poem, to be honest. I was… Nervous. /He kisses her again very quickly before breaking away, chuckling softly/

Happy New Year, Quincy.

Oh dear, someone muuust have messed with all the clocks, because Amos Bones is never late. /she smiles, and bites her lips looking down/

Yeah, of course I do… I mean, I wouldn’t offer up an invitation to my study forts to just anyone. I didn’t think… well. I mean, you’re nice and handsome, I didn’t really think that you’d like me in return, that’s why I didn’t say much about it. 

But you shouldn’t have been nervous about your poem, it was very touching. 

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AMOS AMOS BONES I CAN'T EVEN I AM DEAD LEAVE A MESSAGE AFTER THE BEEP BEEEEEEPPPPPPP

amosbones:

Had one once. Broke it within five minutes. Squeezed too hard. Uhm… Y-Yeah. S-Sorry…

Really? You do? … Oh. Oh! Brilliant! I mean… Yes… Well… /He blushes a deep red before moving closer, a smile on his face/ Well, with your permission… I’d very much like to, erm, administer the… T-The kiss. /He lightly takes her face in a hand, smile widening before bringing his face closer/ W-Well… Geronimo… /His lips meet hers softly and warmly, smiling against her own as he applies just a bit of pressure before breaking away/

No, don’t be sorry. Better a bit late than never right?

Yeah, I mean. I quite like you, Amos. /She smiles, her cheeks pressing into the warm skin of his hand as she waited for him to lean down./ Allons-y, Amos /As his face came closer, she leaned her own up, tilting her head and feeling the soft pressure of his smiling lips against hers/ 

Happy New Year, Amos.

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andromiterblack:

I SQUEALED AT AMOS’ POEM.

HOMSDKL;FA;’SD AWWWW

and I was in my chair

and I cried

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