[Bell ignored those words about the rain and the other meaning they could have, because that was his own twisting to it, not Youth's meaning.
He sat down on the edge of the bed, cautiously, still a little worried that Youth would do something foolish.]
Mm. True. Then I take it you wouldn't mind being licked yourself? [He picked up Youth's hand, pulled up his own scarf from the bottom (so it revealed at most, his chin and lower lip), and ran his tongue over the knuckles of Youth's hand. The scarf went right back in place as soon as he was done.]
Green apple. Huh. That's appropriate.
[He smiled.] ...And now we're tied for this challenge.
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And I don't have to make sense. You rarely do.
[Bell ignored those words about the rain and the other meaning they could have, because that was his own twisting to it, not Youth's meaning.
He sat down on the edge of the bed, cautiously, still a little worried that Youth would do something foolish.]
Mm. True. Then I take it you wouldn't mind being licked yourself? [He picked up Youth's hand, pulled up his own scarf from the bottom (so it revealed at most, his chin and lower lip), and ran his tongue over the knuckles of Youth's hand. The scarf went right back in place as soon as he was done.]
Green apple. Huh. That's appropriate.
[He smiled.] ...And now we're tied for this challenge.