None of it was a choice. [indie oc. status: hiatus due to injury m!a: none.]
Never have I ever told someone they were pretty and meant it.
Send me “Never have I ever” statements
If my character has done it, they have to take a shot.
The teen had to blink hard to refocus his vision, the first shot having affected him more than he had thought it would. After slight effort, he managed to down another shot.
As much as she didn’t want this to end, her lungs were begging for air. The redhead parted their lips, slowly — reluctantly, even — pulling her hand away from his cheek. Her eyes darted around, looking everywhere but his face. It was an understatement to say that the girl was flushed. “I–I’m really sorry, I just wanted to do that for a while now.” Though, he returned the action. That meant something, right?
Letting out a deep breath that had built up, Attai tilted his head to the side, expression showing no trace of understanding of the situation or what had just happened. “What do you have to apologise for?” Had she done something wrong? Sure, he hadn’t been able to breathe well, but it wasn’t that bad, right? Nothing worth saying sorry for, at least.
A blush heavily tinged her cheeks as her hand went up to cup his face. He wasn’t rejecting her, so she was slightly encouraged to keep going. The redhead tilted her head slightly to the side in attempt to deepen the kiss. Her mind was racing with worry since he wasn’t really reacting. Hopefully he was enjoying this as much as she was.
Attai wasn’t exactly sure what was happening. What was she doing? Was he supposed to do something in response? If he thought about it, he could remember seeing people doing this before while on public transportation, or sometimes just walking around. He didn’t understand the connotation of such actions, but he decided that the best course of action would be to do what he saw others do; he mimicked her movement, dipping his head a bit.
“Kuro?” Hayate called out randomly. The two had been sitting on a park bench for a little while. Though something a been on her mind, and it had been killing her. As soon as he turned toward her, she gently pressed her lips to his.
At hearing his name said, Attai turned his head, albeit the action that followed caught him off guard; granted, his tired demeanor did nothing to display that surprise. Instead of reacting to it – whatever it was – he merely let him eyes drift shut and allowed Hayate to do whatever she wanted.
Honestly, Hayate had left him alone for not even five minutes. She crouched down by his sleeping form, blinking owlishly at him. The redhead had wanted to do this for a while, but never had the chance to. Slowly, and cautiously, she gently petted the top of his head.
Attai shifted slightly. Perhaps he had still been a little awake, for a smile graced his muffled expression at the feeling of the hand in his hair, and his head leaned itself into the extremity.
[ TEXT ] : To get out emotions? I don't know. [ TEXT ] : It's an expression, Kuro. [ TEXT ] : How are you reacting so calmly about this? I called you cute...
