be that shining light.

[tackticks.livejournal.com]

[he's traveled away from the map room and is immersing himself in the books at the library, leaning back on a chair and feet propped up on the table. he's got two piles--each has about twenty books, with a variety of subjects. however, they're all... fiction.]

Comments

[tackticks.livejournal.com]

[closes his eyes for a moment, before nodding.]

Yeah.

[blueterror.livejournal.com]

Wish I was that interested in literature.

[he picks up one of the books, flipping open to a random page.]

[tackticks.livejournal.com]

It's just something to occupy time.

[his eyes are back on the pages--those mostly have pictures in them, detailed, extravagant and all in color.]

[blueterror.livejournal.com]

[he takes a seat with his back against the chair. he sets the book on his crossed legs and flips through. it's hard to tell if he's actually reading or just scanning.]

[tackticks.livejournal.com]

[the linking factor of all the books seems to be one thing; they're all about faraway places. he's silent, though, eyes on the ceiling.]

[blueterror.livejournal.com]

[he flips through until the end of the book, closing it quietly.]

... Roxas kissed me the other day.

[tackticks.livejournal.com]

[living up to his stoic reputation, he looks up.]

... and?

[blueterror.livejournal.com]

Dunno. It felt weird.

[tackticks.livejournal.com]

Kisses feel weird? It's mouth against mouth...

[shrugs.]

[blueterror.livejournal.com]

It was just kinda unexpected...

[sigh.]

[tackticks.livejournal.com]

Did you like it?

[he's going back to leaning, waiting for an answer.]

[blueterror.livejournal.com]

[his expression screws up in thought.]

... huh. Don't really remember. It was a really short one.

[tackticks.livejournal.com]

I don't think kisses are supposed to last two hours?

[he's teasing lightly.]

[blueterror.livejournal.com]

I mean it only lasted like, two seconds.

[he swivels around to face him.]

[tackticks.livejournal.com]

Did you want it to last longer?

[his eyes are on the ceiling, and he yawns lightly.]

[blueterror.livejournal.com]

... maybe. But I don't know how to kiss.

[sticks out his lower lip in some sort of childish pout.]

[tackticks.livejournal.com]

[looks over at him and raises an eyebrow.]

Your point? Experiment.

[blueterror.livejournal.com]

[b-blushing at his suggestion.]

Experiment? As in... kiss other people?

[tackticks.livejournal.com]

--maybe not that. He could get mad. Try doing what he's doing, but not at the same time.

[a pause.]

Or watch others kiss.

[blueterror.livejournal.com]

[makes a face.]

Won't they get creeped out if I stare?

[tackticks.livejournal.com]

... don't stare. Make little glances.

[blueterror.livejournal.com]

Won't they notice?

[tackticks.livejournal.com]

They might if you're not discreet?

[blueterror.livejournal.com]

[sets his chin on the arm rest.]

Dunno...