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[you deserve better, mineo says, and white is unfortunately reminded of why he has these dokis for this moron in the first place.]
Sap.
[he has to say it, if mostly to calm his nerves with the familiar.
he runs a hand through his hair, staring at some point on the floor instead of mineo.]
... I should be asking you that.
[if he wants to.
white's the one with a crush here, after all. seems to him that mineo has less to get out of this, and white doesn't want him to feel like he owes white something.]
Sap.
[he has to say it, if mostly to calm his nerves with the familiar.
he runs a hand through his hair, staring at some point on the floor instead of mineo.]
... I should be asking you that.
[if he wants to.
white's the one with a crush here, after all. seems to him that mineo has less to get out of this, and white doesn't want him to feel like he owes white something.]
[ . . . . oh.
he blinks in surprise at that before he reaches out, letting his hand follow the same path of white's, fingers carding through his hair just enough to get him to look up.
and mineo laughs faintly and briefly.]
.... I know you think I'm pretty generous -
But I wouldn't be offering if I didn't want to.
[he can't say with confidence what his feelings are - but he's pretty confident that kissing white wouldn't exactly be a chore.]
he blinks in surprise at that before he reaches out, letting his hand follow the same path of white's, fingers carding through his hair just enough to get him to look up.
and mineo laughs faintly and briefly.]
.... I know you think I'm pretty generous -
But I wouldn't be offering if I didn't want to.
[he can't say with confidence what his feelings are - but he's pretty confident that kissing white wouldn't exactly be a chore.]
[MINEO]
—I liked it better when you weren't smooth! Fuck.
[HE JUST BLURTS THAT OUT which is to say he's getting flustered all over again at the gesture and words and. everything. did he ever really stop? no. but this is very sweet and it's killing him. hate this.]
—I liked it better when you weren't smooth! Fuck.
[HE JUST BLURTS THAT OUT which is to say he's getting flustered all over again at the gesture and words and. everything. did he ever really stop? no. but this is very sweet and it's killing him. hate this.]
[ . . . before he just laughs a little bit to himself and - he does scoot over a bit more to sit by white on the couch, arm moving to the other side of him to catch some of mineo's weight, effectively letting him cage white a bit.]
.... you didn't answer, you know?
[sometimes the otome jumps out
also i hope right now you remember the conversation about who has more bottom energy]
.... you didn't answer, you know?
[sometimes the otome jumps out
also i hope right now you remember the conversation about who has more bottom energy]
[STOP YOU WERE OUTVOTED THE MAJORITY DECIDED IT WAS MINEO
AND SOMETIMES A PERSON IS FROM AN OTOME BUT IT'S NOT HIM]
Are you congratulating yourself? You moron.
[ugh!!!
he still glances away, even though the proximity isn't giving him much room to not look at mineo. then, he decides that he's not? going to lose this fight? he looks back at mineo, shifts like he was about to make a grandiose gesture with his arms before he remembered the lack of space, and grins.]
... W-Well, if you insist, then I suppose I'll let you have that honour! Not everyone gets to, you know?
[WHEN IN DOUBT
JUST GO FULL EGOTISTICAL to assert dominance (is it working) (probably not) (he's still red)
but he's doing his best]
AND SOMETIMES A PERSON IS FROM AN OTOME BUT IT'S NOT HIM]
Are you congratulating yourself? You moron.
[ugh!!!
he still glances away, even though the proximity isn't giving him much room to not look at mineo. then, he decides that he's not? going to lose this fight? he looks back at mineo, shifts like he was about to make a grandiose gesture with his arms before he remembered the lack of space, and grins.]
... W-Well, if you insist, then I suppose I'll let you have that honour! Not everyone gets to, you know?
[WHEN IN DOUBT
JUST GO FULL EGOTISTICAL to assert dominance (is it working) (probably not) (he's still red)
but he's doing his best]
[ . . . . . . . . . . . .
he's really doing his best and mineo is. laughing. oh no. this is actually a really stupid and cute response and he can't help but end up laughing even as he bows his head a little closer to white's. his heart is beating in his own chest but he's so endeared he forgets to be flustered]
.... you can't say yes or no like a normal person?!
[THE ATTEMPT TO BITE BACK IS REALLY SENDING HIM RIGHT NOW]
he's really doing his best and mineo is. laughing. oh no. this is actually a really stupid and cute response and he can't help but end up laughing even as he bows his head a little closer to white's. his heart is beating in his own chest but he's so endeared he forgets to be flustered]
.... you can't say yes or no like a normal person?!
[THE ATTEMPT TO BITE BACK IS REALLY SENDING HIM RIGHT NOW]
[no that was so dorky and that's coming from mineo. but he doesn't seem to mind too much? he -
(.... he still doesn't know how good of an idea this is, to be honest. it feels like things could get tangled and messy here. but at the same time, there's some part of him that's frustrated. it feels wrong to receive a confession and not exchange even the slightest token of affection for it, when normally he wouldn't even hesitate. aren't there just some things in this place that they don't deserve to take?)
he answers his impulse. he lets his hand rest at the curve of white's jaw just so that he can lean in enough to press their lips together.
it's far sweeter and more sincere than it has any right to be in a place like this.]
(.... he still doesn't know how good of an idea this is, to be honest. it feels like things could get tangled and messy here. but at the same time, there's some part of him that's frustrated. it feels wrong to receive a confession and not exchange even the slightest token of affection for it, when normally he wouldn't even hesitate. aren't there just some things in this place that they don't deserve to take?)
he answers his impulse. he lets his hand rest at the curve of white's jaw just so that he can lean in enough to press their lips together.
it's far sweeter and more sincere than it has any right to be in a place like this.]
[me, still screaming: how do you write a character who actually kisses back for once
anyway.
he still doesn't expect anything from mineo, per se. he knows this won't be a reoccurring thing. it's like mineo said—anything like actual dating is off the table. white has always known that, not in the least because at the end of the day, they're simply living on borrowed time. (that they both are is the only thing that makes it even remotely fair.)
after this, he can shut off his feelings. it's all he's been doing his entire life. in greater extremes, it's how he became a killer when he never wanted to, how he acted as a representative for a religion he barely bothered to understand, how he fought for a cause he didn't even believe in.
to live with himself, to live at all.
so, he'll do the same here. (but he's selfish enough to want to be happy.) and thus he'll take this too, while he can, even as a part of him still wonders if mineo is only doing this out of some self-imposed obligation. but hey, even a pity kiss would probably count as indulgence on some level.
regardless of mineo's motivations, though, white presses in. not without some uncertainty, given that there's a precarious line to walk when kissing a guy who's still possibly not into him, but he's hardly about to not reciprocate—for however long or fleeting this moment lasts.
then, they'll return to how they've always been before. focus on the end goal.]
anyway.
he still doesn't expect anything from mineo, per se. he knows this won't be a reoccurring thing. it's like mineo said—anything like actual dating is off the table. white has always known that, not in the least because at the end of the day, they're simply living on borrowed time. (that they both are is the only thing that makes it even remotely fair.)
after this, he can shut off his feelings. it's all he's been doing his entire life. in greater extremes, it's how he became a killer when he never wanted to, how he acted as a representative for a religion he barely bothered to understand, how he fought for a cause he didn't even believe in.
to live with himself, to live at all.
so, he'll do the same here. (but he's selfish enough to want to be happy.) and thus he'll take this too, while he can, even as a part of him still wonders if mineo is only doing this out of some self-imposed obligation. but hey, even a pity kiss would probably count as indulgence on some level.
regardless of mineo's motivations, though, white presses in. not without some uncertainty, given that there's a precarious line to walk when kissing a guy who's still possibly not into him, but he's hardly about to not reciprocate—for however long or fleeting this moment lasts.
then, they'll return to how they've always been before. focus on the end goal.]
[he presses his partially melted ice pack against the back of his neck.]
... Not much to say.
[he shrugs, trying to look casual.]
Figured—again, until recently—that my parents abandoned me when I was born. I don't remember them at all.
Worked at a factory, until Ares and Caleb came along, killed all the adult workers, told us kids to fight to the death if we wanted to live, and took me in for winning. [that's a nice way of saying they kidnapped him. it's fine.] They called me White since that was the colour of my uniform tag.
[so, honestly, it's more of a label than a proper name. but, well, it was an upgrade from being called a number as he was in the factory, so white couldn't complain. it's what he's used to, by now.]
... Not much to say.
[he shrugs, trying to look casual.]
Figured—again, until recently—that my parents abandoned me when I was born. I don't remember them at all.
Worked at a factory, until Ares and Caleb came along, killed all the adult workers, told us kids to fight to the death if we wanted to live, and took me in for winning. [that's a nice way of saying they kidnapped him. it's fine.] They called me White since that was the colour of my uniform tag.
[so, honestly, it's more of a label than a proper name. but, well, it was an upgrade from being called a number as he was in the factory, so white couldn't complain. it's what he's used to, by now.]
[jan really hit a milestone here and i think that's something that's worth being proud of.
it's just -
mineo isn't thinking about things in complex terms. he is simple-minded, and he is sincere. what he knows is that even though they can't date - that doesn't mean that he wants a moment to pass without someone important to him having any doubts about whether or not he cares about their feelings. and maybe he's still failing that, but.
but he wants to try.
his heart hammers against his chest, and he thinks that it's such - a crazy, exhilarating feeling to kiss someone who wants to kiss him back. to want and to be wanted. he's not bold enough to press for more, even if there's some odd aching feeling that's been persistent throughout the week that suggest that oh having just a bit more wouldn't be bad, would it.
but he resists. if just barely. he pulls back from the kiss and opens his eyes and - well, it's like he remembers to be embarrassed.]
... um. Was - that okay?
it's just -
mineo isn't thinking about things in complex terms. he is simple-minded, and he is sincere. what he knows is that even though they can't date - that doesn't mean that he wants a moment to pass without someone important to him having any doubts about whether or not he cares about their feelings. and maybe he's still failing that, but.
but he wants to try.
his heart hammers against his chest, and he thinks that it's such - a crazy, exhilarating feeling to kiss someone who wants to kiss him back. to want and to be wanted. he's not bold enough to press for more, even if there's some odd aching feeling that's been persistent throughout the week that suggest that oh having just a bit more wouldn't be bad, would it.
but he resists. if just barely. he pulls back from the kiss and opens his eyes and - well, it's like he remembers to be embarrassed.]
... um. Was - that okay?
[he pulls back a moment after mineo, bright red and his own heart still racing in his chest. shifting so that he's turned away from mineo, as he buries his face into his hand.]
... Are you seriously asking that? Idiot. ... I-It was fine.
[god, he hates this moron. of course he would go and ask afterwards if it was okay. whoever he's banging or not banging or whatever the hell he's doing has white's sympathy.]
... Are you seriously asking that? Idiot. ... I-It was fine.
[god, he hates this moron. of course he would go and ask afterwards if it was okay. whoever he's banging or not banging or whatever the hell he's doing has white's sympathy.]
[he (lightly) thwaps mineo on the back of his head.]
Stop worrying so much. I said yes, didn't I? Are you asking me to rate your kissing technique or something!?
[PLEASE]
It was fine. [good, even, but he's not going to say that?] If I had a problem, you'd know because I would be decking you.
[communication]
Stop worrying so much. I said yes, didn't I? Are you asking me to rate your kissing technique or something!?
[PLEASE]
It was fine. [good, even, but he's not going to say that?] If I had a problem, you'd know because I would be decking you.
[communication]
[turns this into an in person thread because i need it for my indulgence
but here's mineo fucking passed out on a couch before the cyoa conga line. his stupid 100 heart-jerking love confessions book is on top of his face like he fell asleep reading it.
it's the middle of the day sir]
but here's mineo fucking passed out on a couch before the cyoa conga line. his stupid 100 heart-jerking love confessions book is on top of his face like he fell asleep reading it.
it's the middle of the day sir]
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