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Your mouth would run endlessly. From it would pour a list of concerns, and everything you held inside. It was a pleasant feeling, being able to vent to someone. He'd just stare though. You'd do the talking for him - plenty of it, at that. Once you ran out of complaints, you're tiredly murmur whatever else came to mind.
With an exhausted sigh, you flopped onto Tatara's lap. His vermillion hues stared down at you, showcasing none of his feelings. It was quite a contrast to you.
"--And that is why I hate forks. Seriously, screw forks." You'd always confuse him. A topic about forks - what nonsense. But you'd passionately ramble on for years to him about him. And you know what? He'd listen. His hand went to your hair, and he rustled it. Tatara may seem distant, but he appreciated the fact that you didn't mind it. The feeling of his hand relaxed into your strands of hair was rather nice too.
"Tatara..." You whined, almost childishly at that - you were begging for a bit of attention. Tatara's lips stay sealed, but he does succumb to your wishes. He bent down, and moved your face to be facing him. You stared up at him, your lips pouting just a bit. He wanted to snicker; you were like a pouty child.
He pressed his lips to your forehead, but only for a moment. The fluttering sensation that you knew all too well when you were in his presence tingled in your gut. Your lips quirk into a smile, and Tatara's dulled eyes flickered with a bit of passion. You could ignite a spark within him, even if he did view you as a bit annoying at times.
But he loved you anyways, even if he didn't voice it.
Tatara had random surges of being spontaneous. While your eyelids closed, now happened to be one of those times. You felt your arm being hoisted into the air, which caused your relax stance to tense. Tatara stared at your arm, and your curiosity got the better of you.
"Uh, what are you doing-"
"Wait and see." That shut you up. His softened lips touched your wrist, and peppered a light kiss onto it. Heat flushed your cheeks, and they crimsoned with a ruby tint. His kisses went up your wrist, and slowly moved up even more. A light pecking noise could be heard, although it was almost silent. His small kisses finally trailed up to your shoulder, where you shirt covered the rest of your skin. Like nothing happened at all, just moved back, and gently placed your arm down.
You could only stare helplessly up at him. He was very nonchalant, and went back to caressing your head that was rested in his lap. You smile teasingly.
He could really be spontaneous for a stoic guy.
With an exhausted sigh, you flopped onto Tatara's lap. His vermillion hues stared down at you, showcasing none of his feelings. It was quite a contrast to you.
"--And that is why I hate forks. Seriously, screw forks." You'd always confuse him. A topic about forks - what nonsense. But you'd passionately ramble on for years to him about him. And you know what? He'd listen. His hand went to your hair, and he rustled it. Tatara may seem distant, but he appreciated the fact that you didn't mind it. The feeling of his hand relaxed into your strands of hair was rather nice too.
"Tatara..." You whined, almost childishly at that - you were begging for a bit of attention. Tatara's lips stay sealed, but he does succumb to your wishes. He bent down, and moved your face to be facing him. You stared up at him, your lips pouting just a bit. He wanted to snicker; you were like a pouty child.
He pressed his lips to your forehead, but only for a moment. The fluttering sensation that you knew all too well when you were in his presence tingled in your gut. Your lips quirk into a smile, and Tatara's dulled eyes flickered with a bit of passion. You could ignite a spark within him, even if he did view you as a bit annoying at times.
But he loved you anyways, even if he didn't voice it.
Tatara had random surges of being spontaneous. While your eyelids closed, now happened to be one of those times. You felt your arm being hoisted into the air, which caused your relax stance to tense. Tatara stared at your arm, and your curiosity got the better of you.
"Uh, what are you doing-"
"Wait and see." That shut you up. His softened lips touched your wrist, and peppered a light kiss onto it. Heat flushed your cheeks, and they crimsoned with a ruby tint. His kisses went up your wrist, and slowly moved up even more. A light pecking noise could be heard, although it was almost silent. His small kisses finally trailed up to your shoulder, where you shirt covered the rest of your skin. Like nothing happened at all, just moved back, and gently placed your arm down.
You could only stare helplessly up at him. He was very nonchalant, and went back to caressing your head that was rested in his lap. You smile teasingly.
He could really be spontaneous for a stoic guy.
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