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[Well thanks to someone hiding in corners since yesterday's fiasco, he managed to miss that spell. Right now he's in a study, between a chair and the wall, scribbling away in his notebook and... continuously tearing them out every five minutes to crumple them and put them in a pile that's forming underneath the chair.]

[His 'muse' is sort of on 'fire' right now.]

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[Well, one of those crumpled pages roll in front of them and he picks it up, tossing it into the pile.

And then goes to sit next to you. c:]

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..... [BRB SCRAMBLING FOR ALL THE DRAWINGS IN THAT PILE. Uh. Uh. Uh. .... sits on them. .//////.;;;;]

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[Oh, wait, what's this. Grabs one that was sticking out and tugs it, pulling it out from under him.

... ]

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[Pffft- brb, rofling]

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... [Oh good that must be of Marly on fire. starts tucking in the other ones. ;A;]

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Well, now I don't feel as bad for not having a camera that day. [He's glancing at the other pictures, quirking a brow]

I bet not all of those are Flower Boy with his hair on fire, huh?

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Yestheyaredon'ttouch.

[Nervous? Him? How could you tell? The bright red of his cheeks and ears, maybe? Or can you hear that heartbeat going 100 miles a minute?]

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[Hi, you just got tackled. And that hand under your shirt? Totally tickling your sides, drifting low to just above your hips.]

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[That was... actually a squeal, oh my god you have so much blackmail evidence on him, Axel.]

[He's shoving at you, but he is laughing. hard. and thrashing, oh god make it stop.]

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[Laughing at that squeal, yes, and totally remembering it. He also thinks your laugh is nice, so he's gonna keep doing it until you're nicely distracted.

And then steals another drawing, rolling away and straightening out the crumpled paper.]

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--N-No!!

[Out of breath, can't really go after you very well. ;A; But he's trying, getting to a position where he can pounce-- and he does.]

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[And promptly rolls him over, moving to sit on his stomach while he looks at that drawing.












... Wow.]

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[COVERS HIS FACE. Oh gooooood he's so reeeeeed.]

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[He's still staring at it; give him a minute. No one's ever drawn him before except Namine and littlenam, and even then, he didn't look this... epic.]

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[O-or hot?]

[aoijtaeoijt. He's tensed to rock-hardness, and is completely frozen. Oh my god this is the most embarrassing moment he's ever had.]

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[That too.

When he looks up finally, a slow grin stretches his mouth and he deliberately slides down a little so that their hips meet. He sets his chin on his chest, looking all too smug at the moment.]

So, 'm thinking maybe I should start saving you more often. What do you think? [And that would be one of his hands trailing lightly up and down your side.]

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[That's a tiny whining noise. Th-this is all you get for your efforts. He's so embarrassed.]

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[D'aw. He ruffles his hair a little, grin softening to a sort of amused smile.]

Hey. It's not that bad, really.

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Y-you weren't... supposed to see... or know.

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[... Oh.]



I can pretend I didn't see it. If it helps.

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You already did.

... You've probably got everything figured out.

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But you don't have to be so stressed out over it.

I mean. 'S not like I don't like you back.

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[brb flatlining.]

[He freezes again, then... suddenly relaxes, his hands moving away from his face and revealing a curious, awestruck expression.]

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[Felt that] ... Was it something I said.

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K... k-kind of...? [His cheeks are getting progressively more red, did you actually say that?]