Eighth Lotus

[spandexisyouth]

I do not understand what it is with apples. I think I very strongly do not like them. But now I smell like them! I will not taste this time. I do not need to.

I think I may actually hate apples. But not Apple.

I am almost well again! I will be ready to return to normal things soon!

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[spandexisyouth]

I would dismiss animals becoming speedy until they do! You cannot predict everything!

Because the unicorns came and went on their own! And there. You are saying you do not want to. [Secure in his knowledge, Youth nodded.] I am... I am trying to not be cooped up. I do not like being trapped or idle.

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[grab-my-bells.livejournal.com]

Yeah yeah. [He waved his hand.] Whatever.

Maybe. Or I'm saying I wanted to, and could have, but didn't. [He leaned in closer, raising an eyebrow that seemed to ask Youth to prove him wrong now, before adding, secured in his own knowledge...] You are trying to wander off.

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[spandexisyouth]

And did you want to? [He studied Bell, leaning forward, looking into Bell's good eye. The moment has a certain strength, one Youth isn't familiar with.] I would not stay wandered off. I would return.

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[grab-my-bells.livejournal.com]

[Outside of their spar, he hasn't really lost his upper-hand against Youth. He feels it slipping slightly now as he meets Youth's gaze. His voice is slow, careful, and sly as replies, remaining intentionally vague] May-be.

Yes. But in what condition? I like my things returned to me just as I last saw them. And in your current state, I'm not sure that would be the case.

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[spandexisyouth]

[He knows he's out of his depth here, and he can hear the teasing in the reply. There's geniuine curiosity on Youth's part; he has no idea what's going on behind the scarf. He really could be being teased. But Youth did still have one more area in which he excelled. Acting. Youth reached up, grabbing Bell's scarf, fisting his hand in the fabric and pulling Bell to where their noses were almost trusting.] Yes, or no?

[Though the 'my things' comment might be the answer to that.] I will not die. I do not have any intention of dying.

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[grab-my-bells.livejournal.com]

[Bell hadn't been expecting to push Youth to that point. But...He was sort of backed into a corner by the dark-haired man. Answering was not an option. Anything that definite was out of the question.]

Hey now. Calm down... [He pushed down Youth's hand, bringing his scarf to hang around his neck in the same gesture. The smile was thin, and disappeared as he leaned into the final space between them. A quick brush of the lips was all Youth received as answer; a kiss, nothing definite. No 'yes,' nor a 'no.'] Maybe.

...Your intentions don't change my intentions of tying you to the bed if you keep trying to train.

[He slid Turtle off his lap and then slid off the bed, standing, pulling the scarf back in place. The expression returned to his very neutral typical one, looking painfully cool and unaffected.]

So, can I trust you to behave while I make dinner? Or do I have to tie you up now?

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[spandexisyouth]

[A no was what Youth had been ready for. A no, and an end to the teasing, tidy and simple. Then when things were asked or suggested on the journals, everything would be easy.

Instead Bell kissed him. That had not gone as planned. And even worse, now he was left wondering about how the brief contact had been pleasant, and... The maybe went unremarked upon. He didn't have an answer for the kiss, not yet.]

I cannot let my already weak skills become less due to not using them.

[Youth picked up the Turtle, gently holding him. It took a small bit of mental effort to not wonder at why Bell looked so bored. Not to wonder if he was that boring.]

I... I will stay in my room.

[It probably wasn't all that Bell wanted, but it was some. And he didn't want to add ropes or whatever to the confusion they already had. Or Youth already had.]