Post by Sparky Cobalt on Dec 23, 2010 17:13:03 GMT -5
"Oh," She liked walking with him? That was nice. He liked walking with her, too. Should he say that? Was that creepy? Would she run away? Nah, Sparky couldn't see her running away from. It was still Orca somewhere in there, after all, and when had Orca ever run away from him? Sparky was the one that ran. It was just how things worked. With Areya, Teagan, Orca, and now Dolphin. Always running. He was a runnin' foo'.
Dolphin promised to be good, and Sparky wasn't sure whether that was a good thing or not. What did she mean by being good? What did being bad imply? What would happen? What wouldn't happen? Thoughts flicked through his mind like quickly frying moths against a steady blue light.
They were there soon enough, or was it too soon? He wasn't sure. He wasn't even sure what he was thinking about, or was it what he wasn't thinking about that should worry him? He still had no idea, but that was the point, right?
He was suddenly barricaded from the inn by a blushy, teal-eyed girl blocking his path. His eyes drifted down to her pinkened lips, and he found himself swallowing in nervousness. What was it? What did she want?
He watched as those lips formed those words.
"Kiss me!"
Kiss her?
Kiss her?
Kiss her?
Kiss her?
Could he? Would he? What was he supposed to say? Could he say no? No, that was a joke, he'd never been able to tell Orca no, and now that he was a she with a those and a that there was no way in hell.
It didn't hurt that those lips looked soft as hell.
When was his last kiss? Who was it?
Ah, of course. It was Orca, they were drunk. Later that night he'd become a flamingo. Right, right. How could he forget.
His eyes traveled up to those tropical eyes, and he found himself dragged in. What could it hurt? It was just a kiss. Teenagers these days totally screwed like rabbits, didn't they? They did. Even their prefects did, and there was word that the two head students were totally a couple and totally banged. What would you expect, making heads out of two students in the same house.
Of course, nothing of the sort had happened as a result of Sparky and Teagan being made heads together, but...
Ah, fuck it. His mind was distracting him on purpose.
He closed his eyes and leaned in, quicker than he should have but still his slow, stutter-step self.
Their lips met.
Dolphin promised to be good, and Sparky wasn't sure whether that was a good thing or not. What did she mean by being good? What did being bad imply? What would happen? What wouldn't happen? Thoughts flicked through his mind like quickly frying moths against a steady blue light.
They were there soon enough, or was it too soon? He wasn't sure. He wasn't even sure what he was thinking about, or was it what he wasn't thinking about that should worry him? He still had no idea, but that was the point, right?
He was suddenly barricaded from the inn by a blushy, teal-eyed girl blocking his path. His eyes drifted down to her pinkened lips, and he found himself swallowing in nervousness. What was it? What did she want?
He watched as those lips formed those words.
"Kiss me!"
Kiss her?
Kiss her?
Kiss her?
Kiss her?
Could he? Would he? What was he supposed to say? Could he say no? No, that was a joke, he'd never been able to tell Orca no, and now that he was a she with a those and a that there was no way in hell.
It didn't hurt that those lips looked soft as hell.
When was his last kiss? Who was it?
Ah, of course. It was Orca, they were drunk. Later that night he'd become a flamingo. Right, right. How could he forget.
His eyes traveled up to those tropical eyes, and he found himself dragged in. What could it hurt? It was just a kiss. Teenagers these days totally screwed like rabbits, didn't they? They did. Even their prefects did, and there was word that the two head students were totally a couple and totally banged. What would you expect, making heads out of two students in the same house.
Of course, nothing of the sort had happened as a result of Sparky and Teagan being made heads together, but...
Ah, fuck it. His mind was distracting him on purpose.
He closed his eyes and leaned in, quicker than he should have but still his slow, stutter-step self.
Their lips met.