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[foolmetwice]

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[HIT HIM UP WITH SOME MESSAGES SHOULD YOU CHOOSE]

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[fullbodied]

[reaches over and pats his cheek gently]

Nice job.

[foolmetwice]

[reaches up to swat at her hand, but he winds up grabbing it instead, holding her fingers loosely]

When it comes to bets, I don't lose.

[he loses sometimes]

[fullbodied]

[she would bet that's not true, but also she is not a bet addict like some people.]

Very well, I'm going to have to honor my part of the deal.

[but also, not pulling her hand back]

[foolmetwice]

Good to know you're a woman of your word, Panther.

[glances down at their enjoined hands, giving her fingers a small squeeze]

. . . hey—

[fullbodied]

[she follows his gaze-- and then looks back up at him, inclining her head just slightly]

... Yeah...?

[foolmetwice]

[DEEP BREATH IN AND OUT]

[his cheeks turn a little pink]

So anyway, the other night, I had a really weird dream--

[fullbodied]

What kind of dream?

[there's no reason for her to assume it was the same dream she had, after all]

[foolmetwice]

It-- was. . .

[. . . . . . . . TURNING DEEP READ]

A. . . dream. Thaaaaaaaat you probably. Also. Had?

1/?

[fullbodied]

[fullbodied]

[fullbodied]

[fullbodied]

DONE

[fullbodied]

Umm. Yyyyyes. i did have a dream. About you.

That did happen.

Yep.

Re: DONE

[foolmetwice]

[GOD OKAY NOW THIS IS AWKWARD]

Thaaaaaaat did happen.

So!

Now we have acknowledged. . . it happened!

Re: DONE

[fullbodied]

Mars...

Even though, um, that definitely happened... I guess... Is it dumb for me to insist that that doesn't change anything? I thought it was a dream.

And I like you, a lot. All of that's true.

Re: DONE

[foolmetwice]

[opens mouth]

[closes it again]

[looks. a bit. like he isn't sure what to say. . . next??]

I--

[uuuuh]

-- I mean, yeah. I guess it doesn't. [. . .] I care about you. . . a lot, too.

Re: DONE

[fullbodied]

[she opens her mouth, then closes it, and leans back against a wall.]

Yeah. It's suuuuuper confusing, huh? I dunno what to say next...

Re: DONE

[foolmetwice]

[reaches for her hand again, tugging against it tightly and pulling her towards him rather suddenly]

[???????]

Re: DONE

[fullbodied]

[?! she blinks, and lets herself be tugged.]

-- Oh!

[she forgot. Buddy bond. That's a thing, right?]

Words are hard.

Re: DONE

[foolmetwice]

Words are-- stupid.

[WAS SHE EXPECTING A BUDDY BOND???]

[CUZ SHE'S GETTING A KISS INSTEAD]

Re: DONE

[fullbodied]

[SHE WAS?

so this is even more unexpected. and it shows in her confused reaction for a moment, before she reaches up and brushes his hair aside, pulling him in closely]

Re: DONE

[foolmetwice]

[much better than a buddy bond]

[. . . although a few seconds later, he activates the link. and she'll be able to feel that hesitant fondness, those soft feelings tinged by a bit of uncertainty, of wondering if this is okay even though he is basically shoving aside any worries to go for what he wants. he's been doing that a lot lately]

[maybe he's turned over a new leaf???]

[. . .]

[ANYWAY: KISSING CONTINUES. but it's chaste and gentle]

[fullbodied]

[there's a small sense of amusement when she realizes what's happened. but her feelings are residuals of being surprised that they're kissing now, but also joy that they are.

words are hard, so it's easier to just radiate love at him. especially since that doesn't violate their bet.

and brief understanding that, well, it's confusing to know what to do at right this moment.

so she pulls him closer, moving his hand down to her side.]

[foolmetwice]

[. . . well. love is a powerful emotion, and he responds to that with a lot of fluster, with a brief hitch in the kiss to cough awkwardly. but then she's pulling him closer, and the fluster is melted by a surge of warmth, a surge of this feels right, and. . . well]

[his fingers curl against her side, lightly clutching at the fabric of her shirt]

[fullbodied]

[love is a strong emotion, but also, it's definitely an emotion she feels towards him no matter what-- and she opens her eyes to stare at him, a smile curling against his lips. there's a slight feeling of playful exasperation. a familiarity that breeds from all these shared experiences and genuine affection.

but her fingers curl lightly, and then slide behind his neck, hooking her arms together to press against him.

and she's forgotten that brief moment of familiar exasperation. returning the feeling of rightness.]