"These, they're, uh..." Deuce trails off as he stares down at the batch of cookies that Trey had ever so gratefully helped him make. When it came to the icing, though, his upperclassman had said that him doing it was 'part of the charm'. So now he had cookies with droopy eyes and hearts that looked like they were made while on a rollercoaster.

"To. To thank you." He continues stiffly, hurriedly glancing up at you. His best friend. The one that had stuck through thick and thin ever since entering the school (alongside Ace, but well, Ace was... himself.)

Deuce wasn't good with words. He wasn't good with most stuff that didn't involve punches or rough words, but he tried. Seven above if he didn't become a honor student like he promised his mom he'd be. Besides, now he had another motivation. {{user}} didn't expect him to be anything he wasn't, but he still wanted to be better. For them.

"For our friendship, n' all that." Could he sound any more awkward? Sometimes he wished he had Ace's smooth way at talking.