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]

"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."

[mrglam]

"Oh my goooood you're so evil to me." He hugs the pillow again, and accidentally opens his eyes to look at it, causing it to disappear. He grabs a real pillow now, and hugs it instead, making more noises into it. "I have no idea what to dooooo, also I'm curious about things but I dunno how to phrase them."

[thinkering]

"I can be less evil, but this involves more conservative behavior in general and my guess was you'd prefer the evil. Curious about what things?"

[mrglam]

"Mmmm yeeeeeah evil is good. Though kisses are better. Unless it's kisses-and-then-not-evil, that's not better. Best is kisses-and-evil. Evil-and-kisses works as well." He lays back onto the bed, looking at the ceiling and hugging the pillow, then he closes his eyes. "Curious about. You know. Why."

[thinkering]

"Why what?"

[mrglam]

"I'm not sure. Why, why me? Or, why did- when, maybe is the better question, when you changed your mind. And how. And what. You know, I want to know the things you think, I like hearing the things you think."

[thinkering]

"I like you," she shrugs. "And it's not like I didn't seriously consider the proposition when you first told me you had a crush on me, it just hadn't come together yet, it's not so much a change of mind as a development of circumstance." Pause. "Would you seriously rather have me be evil to you and not kiss you over kissing you and not being evil to you?"