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[cephalopunk]

You try it.

[Since it's more important to him if the one inflicted with it can pull it off. He crosses his arms loosely and expectantly.]

[perfectly_average]

[He reaches up, grasping the anemone with a firm hold...

Then, without hesitation, he yanks.]

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[cephalopunk]

[It pops off compliantly. The sound effect it makes when it does is almost cartoonish.

Azul stares as it disappears into sparkles.]

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[cephalopunk]

...what...

[He grits his teeth, fists clenching at his sides as he trembles a bit.]

What is this absolute mockery of my powers?!

[perfectly_average]

[He lets out a quiet sigh and gently gestures to the side.]

At least you were able to keep any of it... I don't even have a tiny fragment of mine. I imagine you'll find a way to work with what you have. You're very resourceful, after all.

[Of course, Azul doesn't even know what Jamil's is... but details.]

[cephalopunk]

I think I'd rather not have it, at this point!

[A very passionate gesture.] Not only is it stripped of its power, that— that noise!

[angrily!!! shifts up his glasses!]

It's as if that utter bastard went and spat right in my face.

[He very nearly stomps his way over to his desk.]

Oh, the Admiral will rue the day he messed with my Signature Spell, mark my words.

[perfectly_average]

[He can't really blame Azul, so he only gives a tiny smile of understanding, waiting until Azul's finished speaking and moving.

Quietly, he follows after the mer... and then he slowly slides his arms around him, from behind. Time to see how he responds to being squeezed - affectionately.]

[cephalopunk]

[He doesn't quite finish moving— he's a flurry of movement at the moment— but he does stop walking long enough for Jamil to take hold of him.

When he does, a tiny noise of surprise escapes his throat for a moment, and he stands there for a moment... before slowly deflating.]

...that's really not fair...

[Is he sulking? Maybe a little.]

[perfectly_average]

[There's a soft laugh as he simply squeezes Azul again, holding him securely.]

It's not meant to be.

[He turns his head so that he can rest the side of it against Azul's back. Quietly, he hums before speaking.]

And I think this sort of power will surely go to my head.

[cephalopunk]

[A soft huff... before he all but melts into the embrace, leaning back into it. He allows his eyes to fall closed as he fully relaxes.

In response, he murmurs:]

You're a terrible menace.

[perfectly_average]

[With a coy smile that can no doubt be heard:]

I believe at least half of the blame is yours. [In a low voice, he "innocently" whispers into Azul's ear.] You knew this before asking me out on a date, after all.

[cephalopunk]

[A soft noise of amusement, and a hand comes up to rest on Jamil's arm.]

And I wouldn't have you any other way.

[perfectly_average]

[He laughs and kisses Azul's cheek.]

As long as you understand what you're signing up for~

[There's a touch of bemusement in his voice, in spite of the playful overtone.]

[cephalopunk]

I don't completely, but that's part of the fun.

[He turns his face, cheeks a little pink as he shyly gives Jamil a small nuzzle.]

[perfectly_average]

[There's a quiet hum as he briefly threads his fingers through the pale locks. After some reluctance, he finally asks in a quiet voice:]

Even with the risk of us going our separate ways, in the end?

[cephalopunk]

[Azul is quiet for a moment, too.

Finally:]

Yes. Though, I will fight to stay by your side for as long as you want me.

[The words feel so foreign and strange on his tongue. What a turn this day has taken...]

[perfectly_average]

[He blinks, his breath escaping just a little heavier than he'd intended. For once, he doesn't know how to respond... so he remains quiet for a long several seconds, his cheeks burning a little.]

Even with... there being another Jamil and another Azul out there?

[There's a somewhat awkward pause.]

I suppose there is the possibility of an entirely different world altogether, with graduation as the only requirement.

[But that's a topic for another day. So much has already happened, and Jamil's realizing just how tired he feels.]

... Though, perhaps we should take a break.

[cephalopunk]

As I recall, you're the one who agreed to go on a date with me.

[While he had a fascination for the Jamil of his world, if that's really what was happening, the two could hardly be considered anything more than classmates.

His loyalty is to the Jamil who slowly opened up to him and decided to take the chance of trusting him.

A soft hum to the words that follow, and he presses a kiss to his temple.]

Agreed. You should take some time to relax, my Jewel.

[perfectly_average]

As I recall, I said "we".

[But also that nickname has him blushing for some reason. There's a soft huff.]

Do I need to rest in here to make sure you are doing the same?

[cephalopunk]

[...]

No.

[Yes.]

[perfectly_average]

[There's a knowing glint in his eyes before he slowly smiles.]

Alright. I trust you.

[Said with a touch of emphasis on the "trust" part of that sentence. With that, he begins gently ushering Azul over to the bed.]

So, how about I tuck you in, instead? Perhaps tell you a bedtime story... Or, maybe sing you a lullaby~?

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[cephalopunk]

[Wow. Cheater.

There's a bemused look as he's ushered over. His eyebrows shoot up at those words.]

What am I, some newborn fry?

[cephalopunk]

[A huff, and then once they get to the bed, he takes a seat, gaze softening.]

You're ridiculous. Just because I don't need you to rest with me doesn't mean I don't want you to.

[perfectly_average]

[That expression while they're having a conversation that leaves room for imagining them in the bed together...

Needless to say, his feelings can be roughly summed up as "skjhfajkhd", his face darkening a little as he glances away. Why the hell did his mind just wander there...?? He's pretty much never had an interest in this sort of thing. Silently, he throws some blame in Rags' direction.]

Would you even be able to properly rest with me around?

[It's meant to be a tease, but his awkward blush fails to help create any sort of teasing vibe.]

[cephalopunk]

[There's a blink... And then he turns red as well.

A light cough.]

I mean, of course I could. What about you, though?