Dream § 005 § *his two great loves are dangerous in combination~*
They're in the library together, studying up on the history of this world- which is piecemeal and murkily documented, when it's documented at all. It surprises him slightly when she speaks, focused on her book as she is; "Kid-kun, what exactly do you find so appealing about symmetry, if I may ask?"
Yes, she may ask- she can ask him anything, and he'll answer. "Many things, really. It's beautiful in its perfection- the most beautiful thing in this or any world." He gazes off into the distance through glazed eyes, imagining the perfect symmetry of Shibusen, the number eight, and... her. He moves to stare at her intently, drinking in the symmetry. She's perfect today, as always, pigtails aligned properly and everything (except there's one thing distracting him, one thing, and he can't be held responsible because she's wearing a very tight shirt, and-)
She fidgets uncomfortably. "Ah... you said I was symmetrical once," she comments, shying away from his stare.
"Well, it's true." Except for that one thing he's wondering about, it's driving him mad, he's going to have to-
"Does that mean you think I'm...?" She blushes, and even manages to do that symmetrically.
"Yes," he tells her offhandedly, and then he can't resist anymore- he leans over the table and grabs at her chest. He doesn't see the issue here, not really, he's done it to Liz and Patti before, but all things considered, he really should have expected the book that crashed down on his head. Notably, he did not let go.
"What do you think you're doing?!"
"Just checking for symmetry," he explains, trying not to aggravate her further.
And indeed, she looks like she's ready to hit him again; "Well, did you find it?"
"Mm... I'm not sure. I think so, but I think I may need to take a look..." She squeaks and drops the book when he begins to unbutton her shirt, and protests feebly, but she doesn't stop him when he pulls the thin cloth open to-
*glares at the stack of half-finished poetry he'd fallen asleep on, horrified*
I won't be able to look her in the eye ever again after this...
...Which is reminding me, I really need to give her clothing back.
[ooc: Same drill as always, it's open to everyone~ Seriously, someone come torment the shinigami. Though, if you haven't met him before and/or are Maka, the last paragraph will only be visible as static.]
Yes, she may ask- she can ask him anything, and he'll answer. "Many things, really. It's beautiful in its perfection- the most beautiful thing in this or any world." He gazes off into the distance through glazed eyes, imagining the perfect symmetry of Shibusen, the number eight, and... her. He moves to stare at her intently, drinking in the symmetry. She's perfect today, as always, pigtails aligned properly and everything (except there's one thing distracting him, one thing, and he can't be held responsible because she's wearing a very tight shirt, and-)
She fidgets uncomfortably. "Ah... you said I was symmetrical once," she comments, shying away from his stare.
"Well, it's true." Except for that one thing he's wondering about, it's driving him mad, he's going to have to-
"Does that mean you think I'm...?" She blushes, and even manages to do that symmetrically.
"Yes," he tells her offhandedly, and then he can't resist anymore- he leans over the table and grabs at her chest. He doesn't see the issue here, not really, he's done it to Liz and Patti before, but all things considered, he really should have expected the book that crashed down on his head. Notably, he did not let go.
"What do you think you're doing?!"
"Just checking for symmetry," he explains, trying not to aggravate her further.
And indeed, she looks like she's ready to hit him again; "Well, did you find it?"
"Mm... I'm not sure. I think so, but I think I may need to take a look..." She squeaks and drops the book when he begins to unbutton her shirt, and protests feebly, but she doesn't stop him when he pulls the thin cloth open to-
*glares at the stack of half-finished poetry he'd fallen asleep on, horrified*
I won't be able to look her in the eye ever again after this...
...Which is reminding me, I really need to give her clothing back.
[ooc: Same drill as always, it's open to everyone~ Seriously, someone come torment the shinigami. Though, if you haven't met him before and/or are Maka, the last paragraph will only be visible as static.]