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[stop, mineo's nervousness is amplifying white's nerves now!]
Geez, why are you like this...? I already told you I don't need an answer. And stop apologizing, idiot.
What happened to all of your resolve earlier, huh?
is white acting confident to try and hide how flustered he is? maybe.]
Geez, why are you like this...? I already told you I don't need an answer. And stop apologizing, idiot.
What happened to all of your resolve earlier, huh?
is white acting confident to try and hide how flustered he is? maybe.]
[wow this gay nervous feedback loop - but there's just. fluster here and now mineo's just getting even more embarrassed]
I - how can I have resolve about this?! I'm trying to be really careful, you know?! But stuff here gets so complicated...
[this is the worst]
I - how can I have resolve about this?! I'm trying to be really careful, you know?! But stuff here gets so complicated...
[this is the worst]
[white the five seconds]
Why would it be weird? I said it's fine... [he's just math ladying this now] I'm doing everything out of order here anyway....
If I was going to be hooking up with people, I'd at least prefer it to be someone I like and trust? Did I not make that clear enough...
Why would it be weird? I said it's fine... [he's just math ladying this now] I'm doing everything out of order here anyway....
If I was going to be hooking up with people, I'd at least prefer it to be someone I like and trust? Did I not make that clear enough...
[ . . . . it's so dumb and embarrassing and also not even remotely romantic or suave - but he's still so fond. there's the little bit of surprise that white actually did it, but it comes with notes of amusement and warmth anyway. cute. very cute.
so mineo returns the kiss easily enough, and he does bring up his hand to white's face again just to rest against his jaw, a suggestion to stay in the same place - just so that when he pulls back, mineo can claim a second kiss on the heels of the first. apparently he's a little greedy after all.
there.
now they both initiated.]
so mineo returns the kiss easily enough, and he does bring up his hand to white's face again just to rest against his jaw, a suggestion to stay in the same place - just so that when he pulls back, mineo can claim a second kiss on the heels of the first. apparently he's a little greedy after all.
there.
now they both initiated.]
[please, white would like to be considered suave some day in his life maybe
he might've gotten a little indignant over the surprise—don't think he can't back up his claims, wow—but it's drowned out by the warmth that spreads. there are sparks at mineo's touch; it's terrifying and exhilarating all at once how much white likes him, especially when he usually has to remind himself to restrain those feelings.
when mineo initiates a second, there's a note of surprise on white's end this time, and he can't help but mumble against mineo's lips—]
Idiot.
[but he returns the kiss, as easily as mineo did the first time around.]
he might've gotten a little indignant over the surprise—don't think he can't back up his claims, wow—but it's drowned out by the warmth that spreads. there are sparks at mineo's touch; it's terrifying and exhilarating all at once how much white likes him, especially when he usually has to remind himself to restrain those feelings.
when mineo initiates a second, there's a note of surprise on white's end this time, and he can't help but mumble against mineo's lips—]
Idiot.
[but he returns the kiss, as easily as mineo did the first time around.]
[ . . . . it'd be nice, if things could be this simple. there's a sense of longing for that from mineo, if he could just turn off his brain and enjoy this.
but there is a reason why he asked for a kiss in the first place. he thinks that there are some things that words can't quite work out. there's a sense of gratitude, affection, overwhelming fondness - he likes white. he wants to give him better than anything he's received so far, and there's a bitterness that's directed at mineo's own self for disappointing him. he knows what he's done and even if he can't take it back, he wishes that there was a way to truly make up for it.
it's just that - more than the rest of those feelings, mineo cares about him. and he doesn't want to leave any room for doubt at that. that white's an amazing person - clumsy, reckless, more than a little violent maybe - and mineo feelings nothing but positive feelings for him, no matter what his actions today suggested. he doesn't want his lies to overshadow his truths.
he wonders if all of that can come across in a kiss. he's not sure, but with emotionshare, he hopes to at least try.
(there is a flash of uncertainty. guilt. not being sure if this is the right thing to do, when both of them don't have enough time and mineo had other people confess to him, and he knows he isn't good enough to promise more than this. he doesn't want things to get more complicated by setting expectations he can't meet.)
it passes quickly, like he can only think of one thing at a time, and would much rather focus purely on white knowing just how much he likes him back - even if it's not allowed to last.
when he pulls back, he presses another kiss to white's forehead]
... thank you. [he says again] ... for everything.
but there is a reason why he asked for a kiss in the first place. he thinks that there are some things that words can't quite work out. there's a sense of gratitude, affection, overwhelming fondness - he likes white. he wants to give him better than anything he's received so far, and there's a bitterness that's directed at mineo's own self for disappointing him. he knows what he's done and even if he can't take it back, he wishes that there was a way to truly make up for it.
it's just that - more than the rest of those feelings, mineo cares about him. and he doesn't want to leave any room for doubt at that. that white's an amazing person - clumsy, reckless, more than a little violent maybe - and mineo feelings nothing but positive feelings for him, no matter what his actions today suggested. he doesn't want his lies to overshadow his truths.
he wonders if all of that can come across in a kiss. he's not sure, but with emotionshare, he hopes to at least try.
(there is a flash of uncertainty. guilt. not being sure if this is the right thing to do, when both of them don't have enough time and mineo had other people confess to him, and he knows he isn't good enough to promise more than this. he doesn't want things to get more complicated by setting expectations he can't meet.)
it passes quickly, like he can only think of one thing at a time, and would much rather focus purely on white knowing just how much he likes him back - even if it's not allowed to last.
when he pulls back, he presses another kiss to white's forehead]
... thank you. [he says again] ... for everything.
[mineo's feelings almost threaten to drown him, in their volume and sincerity. he doesn't know what to do with them, but in the end, maybe he doesn't need to—because the answer, really, is nothing.
he senses that uncertainty, and he can take a guess as to why it exists. all he can try to do in return—however quickly it passes—is present mineo with understanding and acceptance. he doesn't expect anything from this. he's aware that no matter how he feels, or how mineo might even feel, it wouldn't work out. not in this place, and not under the circumstances in which they came here.
if mineo hadn't pressed him on it back then, he'd never have said anything to begin with. at least, not until the end, when mineo wouldn't feel pressured to think about it.
white is already gone. if not before his death, then with it. ultimately, he made his choice. when he stood there before lucifer, he knew that he was forfeiting any rights he had left—to a future, to happiness.
and there's a flicker of bittersweet melancholy, for the life that never was. white would be lying if he said a part of him didn't wish for something more selfish than this. but when all is said and done, he's a pragmatist; he adapts to work with the reality he's given. here, the truth is simple: this is as far as things will ever go. he's not foolish enough to ask for more, whether it be from mineo or the world.
all he can do is echo that fondness and gratitude, because regardless of what mineo has done today, it's overshadowed without question by everything else he's done these past weeks. far from perfect, and so utterly frustrating, but still one of the most empathetic, thoughtful, and hardworking people white has ever met.]
... That should be my line.
he senses that uncertainty, and he can take a guess as to why it exists. all he can try to do in return—however quickly it passes—is present mineo with understanding and acceptance. he doesn't expect anything from this. he's aware that no matter how he feels, or how mineo might even feel, it wouldn't work out. not in this place, and not under the circumstances in which they came here.
if mineo hadn't pressed him on it back then, he'd never have said anything to begin with. at least, not until the end, when mineo wouldn't feel pressured to think about it.
white is already gone. if not before his death, then with it. ultimately, he made his choice. when he stood there before lucifer, he knew that he was forfeiting any rights he had left—to a future, to happiness.
and there's a flicker of bittersweet melancholy, for the life that never was. white would be lying if he said a part of him didn't wish for something more selfish than this. but when all is said and done, he's a pragmatist; he adapts to work with the reality he's given. here, the truth is simple: this is as far as things will ever go. he's not foolish enough to ask for more, whether it be from mineo or the world.
all he can do is echo that fondness and gratitude, because regardless of what mineo has done today, it's overshadowed without question by everything else he's done these past weeks. far from perfect, and so utterly frustrating, but still one of the most empathetic, thoughtful, and hardworking people white has ever met.]
... That should be my line.
[everything is happening so much
but it is in fact indulgence time which means that if white wanders into the simulation room, it's once again occupied - and it's actually probably a familiar sight! it's the same cherry blossom tree in a park that mineo conjured up for them to sit under weeks ago
he's on the picnic blanket
he's passed the fuck out]
but it is in fact indulgence time which means that if white wanders into the simulation room, it's once again occupied - and it's actually probably a familiar sight! it's the same cherry blossom tree in a park that mineo conjured up for them to sit under weeks ago
he's on the picnic blanket
he's passed the fuck out]
[wow the same sight when white realized he might be a little gay for this loser
white first nudges mineo with his foot, before sighing. it might all be fake, but he shrugs off his jacket to cover mineo with it anyway, before sitting down on the blanket.]
white first nudges mineo with his foot, before sighing. it might all be fake, but he shrugs off his jacket to cover mineo with it anyway, before sitting down on the blanket.]
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