[ the quietest beaming. he takes hold of al's hand, gladly. there's something so exciting about sharing secrets with someone else, especially if it has the potential to get them into trouble. ]
[That's really the whole point. Al grew up with a brother, he knows the value of little harmless secrets, how special they are. He leads him down the hallway quietly, putting a finger to his lips with a smile.]
[ he tiptoes and creeps along with him. an urge to laugh arrives, from sheer delight, but he holds it in (swells up from it) and only smiles more widely. now and then, he even glances over his shoulder as though ed's about to round a corner and tackle both of them. ]
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Date: 2012-11-04 03:04 am (UTC)Thank you for my train. I do really love it.
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Date: 2012-11-04 03:21 am (UTC)[From crying.]
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Date: 2012-11-04 03:24 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-11-04 03:25 am (UTC)[He holds out his hand.]
... or strawberry milk. I won't tell Ed.
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Date: 2012-11-04 03:35 am (UTC)[Actually he probably wouldn't care but still.]
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