Twenty-fifth Lotus

[spandexisyouth]

[The writing has odd pauses in it, it doesn't flow at the normal rhythm. But it's definitely Youth's.]

Ice cream truck has special ice cream! The. The ice cream truck does! It tastes funny, but now everything is very good.

I do not know why everyone was upset. I wrote so that if something was happening it would not make them upset. I do not know what to do if the elevator does not behave again but it finally started behaving and now I have seen the ice cream truck and I think that I prefer other types of ice cream over the special ice cream but now everything sparkles so I thought my journal should sparkle too. At least I did not try the apple ice cream.

I need to stop missing work and important people. I am sorry, Handmaiden. And Stoneface, if Stoneface is back yet.

The lelevator is a very strange thing. Elelvator. Ls look funny.

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['Quick'log]

[spandexisyouth]

[Since Bell felt that Youth looked like a moron in his beloved green spandex, it was hardly surprising that he still was interested in Youth in a goofy turtle costume. Especially after a week of not getting any, combined with a fight with Genius.]

[This was something Youth would be aware of after the trip. He probably would avoid all 'special' things in the future; too much of the moment was missed. His gaze got distantly curious. He might as well find out if Bell enjoyed things both ways as well.] I like inside you too.

[Right now it was an almost-but-not-quite-detached slowness. Youth was into it, but he wasn't entirely there. He really could stand there for hours kissing Bell. Certain parts of his body would wind up a bit frustrated, but the rest of him would be happy. Frowning, Youth watched the crop near his face. He wasn't sure he was comfortable with the idea of being hit like that. But before he could voice anything, Bell made it clear that wasn't the plan.]

[Youth nodded, getting breathless as he let Bell guide him. The cold counter was a complete opposite to the heat of his body and the heat behind him. Resting on it, bent over, Youth nodded. Part of him was saying that this was a stupid position idea because he could hardly kiss Bell during things now. Another part said that it was pretty hot to not be able to see what Bell was doing. And then there was the smallest part of him that was exercising all the self-control it had at its disposal to keep him from grinding against the counter.]

Bell... [There was a little bit of pleading in his voice. Not a whole lot, but it was there.] Please.