Maito Gai | Youth (
spandexisyouth) wrote2009-12-22 07:08 am
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Eighth Lotus
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!
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!
quicklog
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?
quicklog
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.]