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flowerofmtsilver) wrote2032-07-31 03:26 pm
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IC contact; phone
You have reached the voice mailbox of ...Vinnie. Please leave a message after the tone.
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BEEP!
[Or drop him a text, if you'd like to brave his txtspeak]
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BEEP!
[Or drop him a text, if you'd like to brave his txtspeak]
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No how dare he make that face. The face with the not pouting. How dare he.
There was only one thing to do with such a face and that was smooch it in punishment for its actions. The nerve.
And so a tiny smooch was bestowed upon his pouty not pout. "Good."
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It was. It was scary and it was nice. He almost wanted to kiss him back properly but... maybe he shouldn't? Maybe it was too much.
Pursing his lips into an awkward smile instead, he asked, "Can we maybe tell them a bit later though? I think I'm all out of coming out right now."
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Yet there they were, comfortably leaning against his bedroom wall with their hands on each other and turning bright red.
Which was even worse than the other face.
Bulba refrained from a second smooch at the moment, though it looked like he was highly considering it, since he didn't want to scare Vinnie off. Baby steps into the land of gay and all that.
He chuckled. "That's probably a good idea. Taking it one step at a time is good." But that didn't mean he was wholly satisfied. "... Do you want to stay a little while though? Since you're here."
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It'd be pushing it. Maybe not for Bulba, but for his own ideas of what he was allowed to do at this point. Baby steps.
Also, he still had final exams.
"I... should probably get the rest've my studyin' done for exams," he sighed, uncertainty obvious in his voice.
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Studying was probably a wiser idea. Bulba could only encourage good study habits, especially when it was actually important. It should have been easy to encourage him to go do what he needed to do, but there was still a moment where he hesitated. It was hard to say how much they would really let themselves see each other before they told other key parties. Right now things were still calm, but they were still so new as well. It was unclear how selfish he'd be if he took advantage of the uncertainty in Vinnie's voice to insist he stay for at least a little while.
Even if he was still smiling enough, it was hard to keep his ears from drooping in disappointment.
"... Maybe yeah," the blonde said with a small nod, leaving the option still somewhat open.
I still don't have a kissing icon???
He was already screwing this up, wasn't he. Yeah, he was. He had to fix this somehow.
Turning an even deeper shade of red, Vinnie mumbled, "Sorry," before clasping his face in one hand and plunging down into a deep, apologetic kiss.
get on that???
When their lips finally parted he lingered close, breathing out a soft laugh against his cheek.
"You don't always have to apologize to do that."
goodness but I need more art
Vinnie hadn't even realized that particular pattern. He bowed his head just slightly, beginning to feel a little embarrassed at being such a novice, already biting back another apology.
Without saying anything else, he much more tentatively approached Bulba's lips again, this time planting a lighter kiss upon them as though to make up for the mistake. Fond in its touch, but brief enough to be missed as he pulled away.
Awkwardly, Vinnie bit his own lip in a worried expression right afterwards. That was too much, definitely, and the sheepishness was making him antsy. "I should... go..."
gosh!!
Glancing up at him, his brows furrowing slightly at the worried look that had crept on to Vinnie's face. Had that been bad, he wondered. Was this not okay...? He was still trying to get away, so maybe that's what he should have done. He had left it open, after all.
"I don't want you to," were the words that actually left his mouth though. He dipped his head against Vinnie's shoulder and took in a breath. "I know I should let you study but... I don't want you to go yet."
get on that
He let his hands rest where they were in that light hug, and leaned his head so that it rested against Bulba's. Without realizing, Vinnie was beginning to smell sweeter - with a slight, almost unnoticeable change in his usual perfume.
the tables have turned
He breathed in slow and deep, drawing in the soft beginnings of the other's scent and letting it wrap him up like Vinnie's arms. Bulba still wasn't sure when it had become a scent that he would seek out, but there it was. This time, however, there was more to it to be discovered that Bulba was not entirely expecting somehow. Warmth flooded across his cheeks as he took in the sweetness this time. There was just a tiny bit of... had it never been explained to him (if you could count a lot of teasing as an actual explanation), Bulba would never had paid mind to that extra, subtle new note to the signature of his perfume.
Bulba slipped his arms lightly around Vinnie's waist, returning the hug as his flower released its own response, mingling its own special sweetness with the other in the air around them.
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No... Bulba chose him. Chose. That word echoed in his head. It hadn't really occurred to him before to see it that way, considering he had kept the other Saur waiting on his answer so long. But it could've been anyone that Bulba fell for, and somehow he was it...
Being on the other side of the decision was a bit surreal. Vinnie had made the decision to leave his family, to join Red and then to leave him - and the uncertainty behind those decisions weighed on him. What he felt in Bulba's arms, though, was a strange kind of freedom and hope.
"Thank you," he said, soft enough to be a whisper. "For choosing me." Especially when it felt like no one else wanted to keep him.
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Thank you for finding me, he had said. Thank you for choosing me, he said now.
He held the other a bit tighter, as if answering the unspoken. Bulba was not about to let him go.
"Thank you for letting me," he murmured back, placing a soft kiss against his skin.