[Jamil does make a startled noise when he's pulled in, but it's pretty much everything else about the sudden, actual kiss that surprises him.
Oh no...
No no no no what on Twisted Wonderland just happened!?
It was supposed to prove him right about something, but it's all turning out to be the opposite of what he was wanting to happen! The grin earns Jamil shoving Azul's face as his own is bright red.]
That you're an idiot! And an asshole! An obnoxious, idiotic, arrogant asshole!
[Jamil was, in fact, just bested. He is used to being beaten, and he can usually handle that with some kind of grace (because it's usually set up by him somehow)... but this is very different from the norm!]
[Right now, smug triumphance is winning out over Azul's fluster over what he just did. Serves Jamil right for being all cagey about his reactions and then having the gall to egg Azul on.
His hand comes up, two fingers used to push Jamil's hand away.]
I'm not the one who made a taunt he couldn't handle the consequences of.
[Wait they're actually going for legit whole truths here...??? Is Azul actually aiming for a normal conversation with him????
Jamil feels conflicted. He could meet Azul halfway, or he could shut this whole thing down! Go back to what was most comfortable or normal.
Or...
... Coexisting in a less hostile way could benefit them both in this setting; Azul is brilliant, useful, and attractive. If they were on the same side here, they'd no doubt thrive.
Jamil waffles for a moment, and then lets out a tense sigh before crouching against the cave wall. Hood tugged down, he makes his decision and goes with it.
Or tries to.
He types four messages, erases them, and then tries again. The overthinking is real...]
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Even if Azul is literally just feet away and can call him out!]
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yeah okay azul is walking up beside him and shoving him not very subtly.]
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[He huffs when he looks up and sees who it is. Jamil's face still hasn't cooled off, either.]
Seriously? You're resorting to child playground tactics?
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Well someone decided to cut the conversation short when I wasn't done!
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[Why's his brain immediately summoning the tidbit of information Krivesk gave him - the one about shut-up kisses....]
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[do it]
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[That pun was accidental. Jamil's distracted by how he's aiming to step closer and closer, intending to shove Azul back.]
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[He's not backing down, he isn't afraid! 1v1 him!!!]
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Or what? It's not like you'll do anything about it.
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Ah
He's very close
Close enough to see past the shadows of the shirt and look right into those barred pupils of his, with the gray patches only having gotten worse.
He feels an intense bout of anxiety, but also
damn he's pretty.]
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See?
[He does, in fact, kiss him. Or, well. Bite his lip a little before whispering.]
You're an idiot.
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The words that follow have him narrowing his eyes.
Now it's time to grab Jamil's shirt and actually press their mouths together, because damnit, he won't be bested!
After a couple moments he pulls back with a gasp, and gives a grin.]
You were saying?
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Oh no...
No no no no what on Twisted Wonderland just happened!?
It was supposed to prove him right about something, but it's all turning out to be the opposite of what he was wanting to happen! The grin earns Jamil shoving Azul's face as his own is bright red.]
That you're an idiot! And an asshole! An obnoxious, idiotic, arrogant asshole!
[Jamil was, in fact, just bested. He is used to being beaten, and he can usually handle that with some kind of grace (because it's usually set up by him somehow)... but this is very different from the norm!]
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His hand comes up, two fingers used to push Jamil's hand away.]
I'm not the one who made a taunt he couldn't handle the consequences of.
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[He didn't want to believe it was all real, and now he's paid for that. RIP.]
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Yes, well...
[...]
This is... fairly recent news to me, as well.
... though honestly, I thought you were on to it for certain with your... distraction.
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[Jamil lets the rest fade into a quiet grumble.]
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[Azul, please. You can't seriously have forgotten the attempt on your life????]
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... ah. Yes.
[Boy that sure was A Night.......]
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What can I say?
You're intelligent, stubborn, diligent and savage, all traits that were immediately apparent as you held the blade to my throat.
Combined with the fact you were on top of me, well.
I think I'd have been already dead to not have some sort of reaction.
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Jamil feels conflicted. He could meet Azul halfway, or he could shut this whole thing down! Go back to what was most comfortable or normal.
Or...
... Coexisting in a less hostile way could benefit them both in this setting; Azul is brilliant, useful, and attractive. If they were on the same side here, they'd no doubt thrive.
Jamil waffles for a moment, and then lets out a tense sigh before crouching against the cave wall. Hood tugged down, he makes his decision and goes with it.
Or tries to.
He types four messages, erases them, and then tries again. The overthinking is real...]
Alright
So
Should we try Krivesk's suggestion?
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What
Azul was expecting more... fluster? Resistance? Anything???
But Jamil finally seems to be conceding a bit.
And then he gets... those messages.]
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WHAT IN SEVEN'S NAME IS HAPPENING
IS THIS A DREAM?
IS HE DREAMING RIGHT NOW?????]
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