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[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?

[perfectly_average]

[He lets out a quiet huff.]

I-!

[There's a sound of frustration, and then he looks away.]

... Resting is difficult, in general, for me. Unless I'm outright sleeping, I'm either learning something new, or I'm working on something.

[cephalopunk]

[He looks at Jamil for a moment. Then, he kicks off his shoes, moving onto the bed and laying down on the far side.

And then he pats the spot in front of him on the bed.]

[perfectly_average]

[There's a brief frown before he slowly complies, crawling into bed next to Azul.

Almost instantly, he realizes there's lingering tension in practically his entire body, and his thoughts stubbornly continue tossing reminders of other things he could be doing. Sigh.]

[cephalopunk]

[After a moment, he tentatively reaches out. There's definitely still some shyness lingering, but...

He slowly rests his hand on Jamil's cheek, thumb brushing over the skin.]

[perfectly_average]

[Oh... he blinks before letting out a quiet sound of amusement.]

Just a month ago, I never would have expected you to have this kind of side to you...

[It's so foreign, to be touched this way. So new and a little bit strange... Not in a bad way, granted.]

[cephalopunk]

Really?

[He looks thoughtful.]

I don't think I've treated you any differently, but I suppose it makes sense, given your situation prior to arriving here.

[perfectly_average]

I, admittedly, wasn't letting myself think too much about it. I mainly knew you as the one who'd tricked me into believing Snake Whisper had worked. You'd felt more like a rival, than anything.

[He sighs, the hint of a smile momentarily on his lips.]

So... you were seen as a clear threat - someone I held reluctant respect towards.

[cephalopunk]

[Snake Whisper...] Your Signature Spell?

[He continues gently stroking Jamil's cheek.] Makes sense. Maybe before, I wouldn't have had this side. The more I saw you in distress since we arrived here, the more I learned to be patient.