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Who: Heroes, possibly suffering
When: Day 16, Late Morning through Afternoon
Where: Aurora

[Well, that just happened! Many people on the train are now doubtlessly the worse for wear, physically and psychologically. How are you sorting all of that out?

Alternately, maybe you have enough Sparks for a memory and you're playing it on the big screen? Or you're testing out a new power?

Or maybe you have something else in mind? Mingle away!]

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I have no idea what you're talking about.

[ over his dead (or embarrassed) body. ]

[Oh no you don't you gay egg!]

Tell me you love me.

[Or he will tickle you.]

I see. You saw that we made up, now you're being bad.

[ NOPE. ]

Sure am.

[Yep. Tickles time.]

You—

[ how could you do this to him. he's being good for the first time in like two weeks. he's not being chaotic bitchy anymore!!!!!!!!!!!!! ]

Stop that!

[This is love, CB]

Say it.

[or SUFFER]

[ .........

it's hard to do this threateningly from this angle, but he's definitely placed his knee in a dangerous area. ]

You'll regret it if you continue.

[ he's desperate. he's about to say it. ]

Don't hurt it. You want that later.

[pokes! CB's sides!]

It's true, so why can't you say it? Are you too shy?

[ wow the fucking bravado here!!!!! ]

I don't want to hear that from you. You only managed to say it when you were drunk.

Yeah.

[That's true. And now he's making a more serious face.]

...But I wanted to, back then. I don't remember, but I'd bet I wanted to say it all that time. Now that I can, shouldn't I say it a lot to make up for it?

[ Wh

................ ]

I don't know. [ exhaling. ] You should really consider this entire thing.

I don't want to.

[At least he's let up on the tickling. He's just resting his hands on Ciabatta's stomach now.]

How much is it going to take for me to remember it all? I don't want to wait months to make a fully educated decision. All I need is what I already know.

...I would have told you to be critical of this even if you remembered everything.

[ he's lifting one of his hands, touching him on the forehead with a finger. ]

You're going to find out I'm not a good person. I haven't even behaved myself while I was here.

[he's just gonna take that hand and hold it, thanks.]

I don't care. I knew who you were when I came to your house, didn't I? Anyway, you wouldn't have shown that to me if you didn't want me to know how you feel. Stop picking on yourself.

Don't complain to me when your life becomes complicated.

[ don't stick your dick in crazy. ]

Again, I'm the one who came to you before. And you're the one who was whining about me forgetting I'd promised you a better kiss.

...yeah. I guess I'm just worried for you. [ he's putting pressure into his hand through his thumb. ] Come closer. You have me pinned at a terrible angle.

Kinda like you pinned, honestly...

[But he's leaning down!]

You're not acting like you want to hear this.

[ but he's kind. okay he's not, but he will be this time, and is leaning in to put his mouth right next to that furred ear to whisper: ]

I love you.

[He was demanding it but hearing it is gonna kill him. He's turning bright red and has no idea whether to laugh or cry some more. He settles for mushing his face into Ciabatta's neck.]

You want to know something really embarrassing?

More than this?

[ dryly. it's the only way he can talk without freaking out, he thinks.

the cuddling is nice though. he has never in his life cuddled anybody like this. ]

Kinda. When you walked away, I was so mad...

[It feels nice. Nice and warm and Eclair may not remember most things, but he knows this is what he wants at his very core.]

I was a lot of things. But I was pissed off. I didn't just want to tell you I love you. I wanted to chase you, and hold you down, and make you understand you belong with me. So you better bet I'm going to do that now.

[ hey who exactly did you call a sadist before.

huh.

he is actually just staring at him for awhile.

he doesn't verbally respond yet but the moment he finished saying that, Ciabatta's body went:

"okay time to flare up like the sun.".]

You.... where the hell have you been hiding that?!

[ ALL OF THAT SHOULD BE ILLEGAL HE'S GONNA DIE. ]

Edited 2019-03-16 07:37 (UTC)

I don't remember.

[But he likes that reaction, so he's sitting back just enough to stare down at CB.]

Maybe it's just for you.

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