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[and she lasted about a minute for not keeping her hands together, slow as she holds a finger thoughtfully]
It was — Nice. To be kissed. I was unaware for a moment.
It was — Nice. To be kissed. I was unaware for a moment.
... That's why?
[he edges away from the wall, and closer to her.]
[he edges away from the wall, and closer to her.]
[glancing at him then down again]
As far as I can discern. Does it trouble you?
As far as I can discern. Does it trouble you?
Well, there are a couple of reasons. Number one is, well. I'm kind of an asshole. You could do better.
But number two, I guess I thought that you had-- options?
[how does he explain this well...]
I guess... I don't think you'd have any trouble getting kissed-- even if you only wanted to be kissed by people who genuinely cared.
But number two, I guess I thought that you had-- options?
[how does he explain this well...]
I guess... I don't think you'd have any trouble getting kissed-- even if you only wanted to be kissed by people who genuinely cared.
[even while her cheeks are coloring, holding her hands firmly, no fidgeting]
I disagree, with how you view yourself and your assertion that you do not care. And whatever my options are, you were the first to attempt without invitation.
I disagree, with how you view yourself and your assertion that you do not care. And whatever my options are, you were the first to attempt without invitation.
Edited 2019-10-19 03:19 (UTC)
...
[he finally looks more firmly at her, offering something of a smile at that.]
You could probably be mad at me for that.
[and he edges slightly closer.]
[he finally looks more firmly at her, offering something of a smile at that.]
You could probably be mad at me for that.
[and he edges slightly closer.]
[staying firmly where she is, what are you going to do huh!!!!]
I am not. I was only uncertain of your reasons.
I am not. I was only uncertain of your reasons.
[he can be perfectly respectable!!! he just!! doesn't want to be so distant. when she's still charming him.]
... You ever get a dumb impulse? It's a little like that.
... You ever get a dumb impulse? It's a little like that.
Mine are only to scale buildings, wield spears, and clear an entire card of bingo. But I can understand the sentiment.
Weild spears?
[it's light when he asks-- but it's the only one he can't quite square with the rest.]
[it's light when he asks-- but it's the only one he can't quite square with the rest.]
Edited 2019-10-19 05:10 (UTC)
Where I come from, it is dangerous to venture too far without the means to defend yourself. Someone saw that I was taught well.
Ah.
[he weighs this for a moment...]
... Sounds less like an impulse than the other two. And more sensible.
Impulsive would be learning how to climb buildings because why not.
[he weighs this for a moment...]
... Sounds less like an impulse than the other two. And more sensible.
Impulsive would be learning how to climb buildings because why not.
Here, there are no daemons. There are, however, those who would scale buildings. To me, the latter seems a more sensible skill to learn given the circumstances.
Well, most people will point out the stairs.
But it's a pretty learnable skill.
But it's a pretty learnable skill.
Mm, and I hope to learn it. With a proper teacher.
[sighing]
Truly, I would like to enjoy your company, whatever form it may arrive in. Still, I hold onto that wish. But I cannot— No, do not want you to restrain yourself, so our friendship would be fraught, Jay. I do not fear this, only trust that it would.
Truly, I would like to enjoy your company, whatever form it may arrive in. Still, I hold onto that wish. But I cannot— No, do not want you to restrain yourself, so our friendship would be fraught, Jay. I do not fear this, only trust that it would.
Lucky for you, I remember being a teacher for stuff like this. I don't remember what kind of teacher I was, but I'm sure we can work something out.
As for our friendship....
[he considers this for a moment.]
Nothing's gotta be fraught. Nothing has to be anything.
As for our friendship....
[he considers this for a moment.]
Nothing's gotta be fraught. Nothing has to be anything.
[softly starts to object then just — stops herself]
. . . No, I suppose not.
. . . No, I suppose not.
... I'd rather it not. Be fraught. Maybe it just is what it is.
Mm, and whatever it will be is our choice.
[carefully holding a hand out to him]
[carefully holding a hand out to him]
[he just considers that, and slowly reaches our his hand to take hers, thumb running lightly over her knuckles.]
I'd like that.
I'd like that.
[holding lightly at first then squeezing]
As would I. —Thank you, Jay.
As would I. —Thank you, Jay.
[he pauses for a moment-- and fuck it, he's going to steal a kiss, consciously, this time.
but he's still very soft about it.]
but he's still very soft about it.]
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