#this is so chaotic awraxa

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The Beginning... (+ Day One (1))

Commentator vc: Ladies and gentlemen and all of that in between let the games begin..... ..

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@starsdescent​ said: 

❛  i  told  you  not  to  make  this  weird .    ❜ / lumine hahaha

“Me? What did I do?” He questions her curiously. He making things weird? He’s not said a damn thing on the matter and she’s accusing him of making things weird between them? “Need I remind you who it was that kissed me first?” He tilts his head to the side, resting his cheek upon his knuckle, elbow resting upon the wooden table by his side, with an all-knowing smile. “I haven’t even brought it up.” He shrugs his shoulders. Perhaps it’s the fact that it happened that’s having her be so restless around him? He’s not so sure, she’s a firecracker this one, but that just makes it the more fun for him. He hardly has the patience and time to play about with such matters. Sure enough it caught him by surprise that it... happened in the first place, but what good is there for him to dwell in the details on why it happened. It was almost like she lashed out in that instant, like she gave into an urge that’s been bugging her. Why she’s so worked up about that he can not understand. She should be thankful, in fact. It happened, she let it out, and it’s no longer boiling down inside her... or at least that’s his understanding and his train of thought—she’s not him, and he’s not her, so to say he can speak for her would be unjust, because he knows he can not. It’s almost like existing in the same space as her is cause enough on its own.

They made out on her kitchen table, so what? What they got out of that was that they showed that they both knew exactly what to do and what they were doing at the time.

Is it the lack of acknowledgement, perhaps? Who knows, because he sure as hell does not nor does he have a hint of it. All he knows is that he needs the place where he’s residing in to be at peace with him, company included. He’s, unfortunately, still dependent on that given his current state.

“It’s not a bad thing to admit you liked it, you know?” He’s purposeful with his words, because the experience was enjoyable to him, as well. “If you want another one...” He trails off, patting his lap. “My lap is right here.” He invites with the flavors of shame nowhere to swipe even the smallest of tastes from. Since the day he met her he’s known she would simply be too much... in the best way, she’s too much.

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