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[giftless]

Edmund hadn't planned anything for Valentine's Day. It wasn't really his holiday, you see. While he loved Charlie a great deal and had no problem saying so, Edmund did not like frilly cards or silly performances to show that love. Dinner might have been nice, but Edmund couldn't cook even an egg so that took the specialness out of it. No,

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[teenagerenegade]

"Hey!" Charlie lifts his head, hair tousled and shoots Edmund a very definite look. He raises both eyebrows and reaches out, tugging Edmund closer by a fistful of shirt.

"What was that for?"

[giftless]

He shuffled his steps, putting up weak resistance to the pull, but didn't really fight it, for the sake of his shirt if nothing else.

"To make sure you're still alive and haven't been replaced by some kind of psychology-writing robot," Edmund replied with a raised brow. "Still not convinced."

[teenagerenegade]

Rolling his eyes, Charlie shoves one hand up under Edmund's shirt, resting it against his bare hip, thumb stroking against his skin. He purses his lips and arches one eyebrow.

"Look - we can't all have been kings. Some of us need to qualify to make something of ourselves."

He smirks.

[giftless]

Edmund rolled his eyes. And when they were finished with that, he gave Charlie a sour look. "Oh, come off it. You don't need a title to make something of yourself. Especially not around here."

Grumpily, he pulled off a section of mallow and popped it into his mouth. "Especially not when the entire world's turned into candy." Especially not on Valentine's Day would have been the proper thing to say, but we've already established Edmund's feelings on the holiday and he wouldn't make a big thing about it if Charlie wasn't.