behemoth, meet the opposition

[mrglam]

Sadde doesn't seem quite able to focus on homework at the moment. He's fidgeting, and sometimes stares off into space for long periods of time before James has to snap him out of it.

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[thinkering]

"You keep almost dying and I keep thinking 'they don't even know my name'," she shrugs. Off comes the helmet.

[mrglam]

"What."

[thinkering]

"I know you were expecting spider mandibles and everything but I don't think I warrant quite this much puzzled staring," she says, raising one eyebrow.

[mrglam]

His mouth opens and closes many times, like a fish out of water. Then his brain catches up with what's going on, and he closes his eyes. "Are you sure you want to do that? This is maybe not the best..." Then his brain connects what he's about to say with just who he's saying it to (damn it blood loss sucks), so he opens his eyes again and amends with, "Wait, I mean-"

[thinkering]

"Am I sure I -?" She blinks. "...Nope. No I'm not. I will have to think about it some more. For a year." Her helmet snaps back on.

[mrglam]

"No! I mean, sorry, that's not- my brain isn't- the blood loss-"

[thinkering]

"Well, clearly you are too blood-deprived for it to be remotely acceptable for me to kiss you, you're practically insensate, what was I thinking."

[mrglam]

"You were going to kiss me?"

[thinkering]

"But then I realized I might not be sure of what I was doing! Because I frequently do things without meaning to! And you saved me. Thanks ever so."

[mrglam]

"That's not what I meant! I mean, it was what I meant, but it's not what I should have meant, because, you're you, and, and I know you're you, and I'm definitely not too blood-deprived to be kissed, and you know I know you know what you're doing, kisses?"

[thinkering]

"Too late. You will have to recuperate without. There's iron supplements in the breakroom medicine cabinet."

[mrglam]

"Nnnnnnooooooooooooooo! I'm soooooooorrrryyyyyyy!"

[thinkering]

"I might reconsider. For a year."

[mrglam]

"Uuuuunnnnggghhh!" he says, falling forward onto a pillow that hadn't been there before. "...at least tell me your name?"

[thinkering]

"Bella. Don't cozy up to me at school, everything's still hush-hush elsewise."

[mrglam]

He nods into the pillow, and turns his head to the side again to be properly heard: "You're amazing and have a beautiful name and are gorgeous. And you actually wanted to kiss me oh my god." He makes more pitiful noises into the pillow.

[thinkering]

"I actually like 'Lorica' better than my real name."

[mrglam]

"Mmkay," he mumbles into the pillow.




"...have you been doing the eyebrow thing at me all along?"

[thinkering]

"The eyebrow thing? I guess I do it pretty often?"

[mrglam]

"Oh my gooooooooood," he says into the pillow, hugging it close to his body and starting to float and twirl around while he does it.

[thinkering]

Snort.

[mrglam]

He rotates in the air a bit more, sitting cross-legged on nothing while he hugs the pillow. "I am so in love with you," he sighs, turning so his right cheek is resting on the pillow and he's looking at her, upside-down. "And yes, this was partly intended to try to soften you into kissing me even knowing it's hopeless."

[thinkering]

"Well, hopeless is overstating the case, but I'm definitely no longer in the oh-shit-Glam's-dying-and-I-didn't-kiss-them panic mode or its immediate aftermath."

[mrglam]

"As you've pointed o- whoa, head rush," he says, landing onto his bed again. "Anyway, as you've pointed out, you do not do things you weren't planning to do." He pauses, trying to organize his thoughts and remember why he started this argument. "Sssoooo..." He fails. "I'm sure you can draw appropriate conclusions about the appropriate conclusions I drew from this. Also I mostly meant hopeless now though if it isn't I'd definitely like to be told."

[thinkering]

"Hopeless is overstating the case," she repeats. "But maybe I just want to see what you do if I tell you that."