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Post by Tybalt on Dec 3, 2009 9:22:16 GMT -5
[Megan]: This image I now have of Herbert standing behind Tybalt trying VERY HARD to be noticed, until finally he just taps him on the shoulder a bit too hard. [Me]: that's adorable. [Me]: *teenaged!Tybalt whirls around and looks at Herbert like he's crazy and also like he's never seen him before* [Megan]: And then if Tybalt finally turns around, Herbert will be all UMDOYOUNEEDAPARTNER [Me]: Tybalt, horribly, would be privately thinking, Oh God, anyone but this kid,I don't even know who the hell he is. :S and just kind of open his mouth and rasp, "...yesmaybe." [Me]: but wait, since when does Herbert actually crush on Tybalt? Did you say that and I just forgot? [Megan]: I think ever since that moment in the bathroom.
[Herbert]: *little awkward Herbert wave* "Well, um, if you don't have a partner, um, neither do I." [Herbert]: "I mean- I don't anyway, but- um- you know what I mean. Um." [Tybalt]: "I have NO IDEA what you mean." *staring* [Herbert]: "Or I could just, um, leave you alone. If you want." [Tybalt]: *...* "Okay, okay, fine. Yes. Be my partner." [Herbert]: "Oh. All right. Yes. Thank you." *squeezes in beside him, trying very hard to seem smaller* [Herbert]: *instinctively smooths down his already flat hair* [Me]: If they're in a classroom, Tybalt would probably just start reading the questions and hardly looking at Herbert. [Megan]: I figured. [Megan]: There would be attempted following in the hallway after class, though. [Me]: Tybalt would shoot him a look the first couple of times, pretend to not actually see him though he does, and finally just be like OKAY DO YOU WANT TO FINISH AT THE LIBRARY OR SOMETHING. [Herbert]: "Only if you want it-" [Tybalt]: "If I said yes, would you stop following me?" [Herbert]: "...I'm sorry, I'll leave you alone." [Tybalt]: *feels bad. Herbert makes such a sad kitty face.* "...All right, I'm sorry, I just. Uh. If you want to walk with me, do it. Don't chase me, I can't even see you." [Herbert]: "Okay." [Herbert]: *follows, taking small strides to try to stay at a normal pace* [Tybalt]: *usually takes wide strides,so it's not so bad* [Tybalt]: *IS AWKWARD WALKING WITH SOMEONE DOWN THE HALLWAY* [Herbert]: *is glowing a little* [Tybalt]: *softens a little into repentant grumpiness because he looks so damn happy* [Tybalt]: *however, still cannot figure out who he is* [Herbert]: "I'm, um, Herbert." *pause* "Please don't laugh." [Tybalt]: "...why would I laugh, even." *baffled, in a Tybalt sense* [Herbert]: "It's kind of a hideous name." [Tybalt]: "Can people make cat jokes about it." *flatly* [Herbert]: "No, why?" [Tybalt]: "Then it could be worse." *also flatly* [Herbert]: "...OH. Because your name is Tybalt." [Tybalt]: *gives Herbert a Look, as though to say, 'Thank you so much for telling me my name is worse than yours'* [Herbert]: "Well, cat jokes or no, I'd still rather have yours." [Tybalt]: "...Thanks." *stiffly, but mostly because he's never dealt with anything complimentary before* [Herbert]: *little grin* [Tybalt]: *tries a smile. looks uncomfortable* [Herbert]: *makes a delighted little sound* [Tybalt]: *smiles slides off face. he is disbelieving* [Tybalt]: "What?" [Herbert]: "You're nice to me. I like you." [Tybalt]: *"What."* [Herbert]: "I said, you're nice to me." [Tybalt]: "I'm... not nice. To anybody, I mean. I mean. Not that it's personal." *starting to look freaked out in an almost emotional sense,because since when do people say these things?* [Herbert]: "Well, you're talking to me. And you're not saying anything cruel. That's better than I normally get." [Tybalt]: "...That doesn't make any sense. Look, I - nnnnh - you don't *like* me." [Herbert]: "I do." [Tybalt]: "It doesn't make sense. You don't *know* me." *have probably reached his locker by now. He takes the opportunity to hurriedly force it open and rummage through it, letting his face relax and look concerned/the hell/etc now that Herbert can't see it * [Herbert]: "Well, I already know you're a lot kinder to me than the others are." *leans around him to try to see him*
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Post by Tybalt on Dec 3, 2009 9:28:42 GMT -5
[Tybalt]: *pulls his things out, pulls out of the locker, straightens, and slams it shut, leaning back against it and staring at Herbert as though concerned for his personal space* [Tybalt]: "Er. Well, all right then." *suspects this is because he has no idea who the other boy is, but has enough kindness to not say that to him* [Herbert]: *small grin* [Tybalt]: *wants to try to smile again, but face is frozen* [Tybalt]: "...I have my lunch period now. So. Um." [Herbert]: "We can talk about it over lunch, can't we?" [Tybalt]: "About you liking me?!" [Tybalt]: *looks to his left and then right, suddenly, not having intended to be so loud* [Herbert]: "No, silly, about our PROJECT." [Tybalt]: "I..." *hadn't intended to spend lunch talking about schoolwork. Was probably going to sit by Meg and wonder if Adrian Veidt was going to walk by* "...you have lunch now, too?" *...well, duh, he thought, immediately after, chagrined* [Herbert]: *nods* [Tybalt]: "...fine." [Herbert]: *beambeambeam* [Tybalt]: *STOP DOING THAT!* [Tybalt]: *but only actually says, weakly* All right. I'm going now. [Tybalt]: *goes down the stairwell to the cafeteria and hopes there are two seats next to Meg today* [Herbert]: "I saw you in the bathroom last week, remember? You looked at me." [Tybalt]: *doIlookatotherboysinthebathroom?!* [Tybalt]: *weakly* ...did you. [Herbert]: *nods* "Yes. You were taking it the same time I was." [Tybalt]: *oh, god. That was right.* "Do you mind... not bringing that up?" [Tybalt]: *does not. like. to be reminded* [Herbert]: "...sorry. I just didn't know anyone else here had to." [Tybalt]: *feels horribly bad again. Why does this boy have to make him feel like that?* "We can't be the only ones. But, uh. I don't think it's something anyone advertises. I don't." [Herbert]: "I don't. I mean... I don't have to. Everybody kind of knows about me, already." [Tybalt]: *...except Tybalt, apparently.* [Tybalt]: "...I'm sorry." [Tybalt]: *Herbert's insistence that no one was nice to him only furthered Tybalt's determination that no one find HIM out.* [Herbert]: "It's all right." [Tybalt]: "It doesn't sound like it." [Herbert]: *awkward silence* [Herbert]: "I'm used to it." [Herbert]: *pause* [Herbert]: *awkward smile* [Tybalt]: *weak smile* [Tybalt]: *reach the lunchroom* [Tybalt]: *finds Meg, is filled with gratefulness, and sinks into the chair next to her* [Meg]: *Meg grins* Hey you. [Tybalt]: "Nnnnnngh." [Tybalt]: *realizes he is being a neanderthal and sighs* [Tybalt]: "Meg, this is...Herbert. Herbert, Meg.." [Meg]: *she lifts an eyebrow* [Tybalt]: *loud whisper* "Don't say anything about his name." [Herbert]: *Herbert smiles weakly* [Tybalt]: *forehead down on the table* [Meg]: *Meg just kind of looks at Herbert, then turns to Tybalt* You okay? [Tybalt]: *can't...say...anything about the fact that he really wishes he had a different partner.* [Tybalt]: "No. I mean - nothing is wrong, that is." [Tybalt]: "Who's your partner in [insert class]? Herbert is mine." *waves hand at his shoulder* [Herbert]: *Herbert just kind of looks at his hands* [Tybalt]: *is looking at Meg, and does not see Herbert* [Meg]: "Adrian." [Tybalt]: *can't quite hide sudden disappointment mixed with huge embarrassment* [Tybalt]: *manages* "...Veidt? Or - " [Meg]: "Yeah, him. You're not missing much, he's practically from another planet." [Tybalt]: *omgdon'tsayI'mmissinganythingHERBERTCAN'TKNOW* [Tybalt]: "Uh-huh." [Meg]: "Yeah." *looks at Herbert* [Herbert]: *Herbert bites his lower lip* [Tybalt]: *also looks at Herbert, guilt-stricken*
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Post by Tybalt on Dec 3, 2009 9:37:10 GMT -5
[Tybalt]: *pulling backpack on, hurrying out of school* [Herbert]: *Herbert sees him in the hallway as he leaves his own classroom and hurries over* [Tybalt]: *...had been hoping this would not happen, though telling himself all the while it was paranoia to assume it would.* [Herbert]: HI. [Tybalt]: ...hello. [Herbert]: How are YOU? [Tybalt]: ...I...I am. [Herbert]: Oh. Oh, all right. I'm... *hesitates* [Tybalt]: *feels SO BAD* [Tybalt]: *WHY does he make him feel so bad?!* [Tybalt]: Headed home. *a little - little - bit more easily* [Herbert]: Oh. I see. [Herbert]: ...do you want to come work on it with me at my home? [Tybalt]: You must really want a good grade. [Herbert]: I just like having someone to talk to. [Tybalt]: Oh. *awkward* I'm... horrible... at talking, you know. [Me]: *just PICTURE his grimace-face!* [Herbert]: It's okay. [Tybalt]: *grimace continues* [Herbert]: Please? I can't go to yours. [Tybalt]: *had not been thinking of asking. Feels bad. ONCE MORE.* [Tybalt]: All... right. [Tybalt]: *had been hoping he was busy, but isn't. For some reason, though he doesn't outrageously dislike Herbert, the thought of going to his house makes his body show signs of panic* [Herbert]: Oh, thank you! [Tybalt]: *feels worse that this ungraceful acceptance has made Herbert this damn happy. Reshoulders his backpack.* [Herbert]: *moves to glomp; manages to restrain himself* [Tybalt]: ...look, do you want to get an afterschool.. uh, snack or something before we go there? [Tybalt]: *is trying hard to make it up to him* [Herbert]: I can't. [Tybalt]: *looks vaguely disbelieving* [Tybalt]: You can't? [Tybalt]: For dietary reasons - ? [Herbert]: Not allowed. [Tybalt]: ...do you want me to pick up something on the way to your place, then? [Herbert]: I thought you'd just walk with me. [Tybalt]: *please don't made a sadface at me please - * [Tybalt]: Oh, I can do that. *too quickly* [Herbert]: Thank you... [Tybalt]: You're welcome. *tersely, but not with hostility* [Herbert]: *beams, once again narrowly avoids glomping* [Tybalt]: *takes a tiny step backwards* [Tybalt]: Well. You lead. [Herbert]: *leads* [Tybalt]: *follows almost reluctantly* *THEY GET TO HERBERT'S HOUSE OR SOMETHING* [Herbert]: *leads him inside, almost bouncing* [Tybalt]: *is, decidedly, not bouncing* [Herbert]: Vati's probably in his study. *closes the door behind them* [Tybalt]: ...all right, then. [Tybalt]: *slowly unshoulders backpack* [Herbert]: *grins* You should come up to my room. [Tybalt]: *freezes* [Tybalt]: *unfreezes* [Tybalt]: Oh yeah. Right. Duh. [Tybalt]: *reshoulders* [Herbert]: You look tense. [Tybalt]: Uhh. [Tybalt]: *follows him upstairs* [Herbert]: *Herbert has probably the dreariest-looking fancy room of all time for someone who smiles so much. Mostly books, and a walk-in closet and an attached bathroom with unbroken mirrors in this continuity* [Herbert]: It isn't much, but it's home. [Tybalt]: *unshoulders with relief and sits down* [Tybalt]: Better than mine. [Tybalt]: *Tybalt's room is painted black, of all things. It is the unhappiest place ever. Why this is, god knows* [Herbert]: *pulls off his school blazer, loosens his hair from the position it was smoothed into but then instinctively flattens it with his hands again, and then hops up onto the bed* [Tybalt]: *is glad there's a respectable distance* [Tybalt]: *pulls out notes on project* [Me]: (I assume he's going to drag them off topic.) [Megan]: (Probably.)
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Post by Tybalt on Dec 4, 2009 12:33:09 GMT -5
[Herbert]: ...I'm glad you came. Really, I am. [Tybalt]: Don't mention it. [Herbert]: *little shy smile* [Tybalt]: *flushes, looks back to notes* [Herbert]: Are you okay? [Tybalt]: *immediately* Yes. Of course. [Herbert]: *blah blah blah discussion on topic blah blah several minutes pass* [Tybalt]: *quietly, after Herbert's trailed off in listing ideas* What is yours for? [Herbert]: My- oh. Um. [Tybalt]: *looks up, underneath eyelashes, barely really looking up at all* [Herbert]: It's... kind of just a bandage, really. It's just to keep me as normal as I can be until it won't do any good. [Tybalt]: ...oh. [Tybalt]: *not so bad as Tybalt's at all* [Herbert]: They'll have to put me away before I'm thirty, I know this much. [Tybalt]: *looks up at him, alarmed* [Tybalt]: That... really? No. [Herbert]: That's what the doctors said, anyway. [Herbert]: Not to me. [Herbert]: To my father. [Herbert]: They want me to think I have forever. [Tybalt]: *tries to think of reasons to think of why that is old-fashioned or ridiculous, but can't* [Tybalt]: Then why do they keep you locked up in here? You should be out. [Tybalt]: At concerts or with girls or something - [Herbert]: *very soberly* So I don't hurt myself. [Tybalt]: And you're not going to get hurt being alone? [Herbert]: Well, if I get hurt here, my father can sedate me. [Tybalt]: That's not the kind of hurt I meant - [Tybalt]: *cuts off just as that last consonant is barely being voiced* [Herbert]: What? [Tybalt]: I mean, being *alone*... it's not going to make you happy, is it? [Tybalt]: *knows he is getting dangerously close to being a really, really big hypocrite* [Herbert]: Well, it's not my decision. [Tybalt]: *insistently* Not yet. [Herbert]: What? [Tybalt]: *mumbles, flushing* Nevermind... [Herbert]: I really don't want to be! That's why I asked you over... [Tybalt]: *feels a little guilty but looks up at him, the flush turning from rash-colored to something almost rosy* [Herbert]: *grin* [Tybalt]: *looks away rapidly* [Tybalt]: I...uh...you're welcome. [Herbert]: You can come sit up here too. [Tybalt]: *ohgod.* Do... uh... do you want me to? [Tybalt]: *why was this doing havoc with his breathing. Herbert wasn't going to BITE him.* [Herbert]: I think so. [Megan]: (NOT IN THIS CONTINUITY) [Tybalt]: *slowly pulls himself up and sits on the bed, a cautious distance from Herbert, although not an aloof one* [Herbert]: *pats the bed a little closer* [Tybalt]: *What.* [Tybalt]: *scoots, slowly, to sit there* [Herbert]: *beam beam* [Herbert]: *maybe a little blushing* [Tybalt]: *...dares turn to look at him* [Tybalt]: *agonizingly slowly* ...Yes, Herbert? [Herbert]: Nothing. [Tybalt]: *softly* Nothing, really? [Tybalt]: *hands sweaty. clenches them on the bedspread* [Herbert]: Um, you have pretty eyelashes. [Tybalt]: Uhhh. [Tybalt]: I do? [Tybalt]: *doesn't want to blink* [Herbert]: *nods* [Tybalt]: *fails, ends up blinking a lot for to moisturize his eyes* [Tybalt]: *agonizingly again* ...Thank you. [Herbert]: You're welcome. *more smiling* [Tybalt]: *RECIPROCATE YOU FOOL* [Tybalt]: "...Yours too." *more softly and gently than before now* [Tybalt]: *hurriedly* I mean, they're kind of light, and it looks...really...kind of... you know, angelic. [Tybalt]: *BAD WORD CHOICE, YOU IDIOT* [Herbert]: ...really? [Tybalt]: *nods, barely* [Tybalt]: ...your eyes are a really nice gray. [Herbert]: ...thanks. [Herbert]: *looks away* Thank you. [Tybalt]: *feels horrible that he'd say that and Herbert would look away. feels as though he's creepy.* [Tybalt]: *looks in the other direction* [Herbert]: *steals a look* [Tybalt]: *peers back at him* [Tybalt]:...*catches him looking, flushes* [Herbert]: *scoots closer* [Tybalt]: *panics. they were already pretty close* [Tybalt]: Uh - uh - do you want to - [Tybalt]: *can't bring himself ot ask about the project, though* [Herbert]: *leans closer* Yes? [Tybalt]: I... I... [Tybalt]: *no idea what to say, and is certain on some level that getting up would make Herbert give him the saddest expression yet* [Herbert]: Hmmm? [Tybalt]: *bites lip* [Tybalt]: *...damn.* [Tybalt]: *distracts himself by flattening Herbert's hair for him. God, but this is awkward.* [Herbert]: *GREAT BIG HAIR PETTING GRIN* [Tybalt]: *stops at the smile* [Tybalt]: What? [Herbert]: Oh- just- you're stroking my hair. [Tybalt]: Do you... I mean, is that okay? [Herbert]: I like it. [Tybalt]: Oh - oh, you - you do? [Tybalt]: *fingers flutter against his hair, not daring to go on* [Herbert]: *nods* [Tybalt]: *this makes his hair brush Tybalt's hand, instead. He tentatively pets Herbert's hair. The petting part is now deliberate* [Tybalt]: *remarks* ...it's... soft. [Herbert]: *smiles broadly at him* [Tybalt]: *pulls his hand back sharply* [Tybalt]: Um. Sorry. [Herbert]: I don't mind. [Tybalt]: Oh, yeah, I know, but - [Tybalt]: I... we shouldn't. [Tybalt]: I mean I shouldn't. You're not - [Herbert]: Not what? [Tybalt]: - Doing anything. It's just me. [Tybalt]: ...and I shouldn't. [Tybalt]: Um. I'll stop, now. [Tybalt]: *whether he meant talking or whatever-else-he-was-doing, even he didn't really know* [Herbert]: *closes his eyes expectantly* [Tybalt]: *stares at Herbert's shut eyes in dim horror* [Tybalt]: *jumps up off the bed, pacing, pushing fingers through his hair* [Herbert]: *opens eyes* [Herbert]: What- oh. [Tybalt]: Herbert, I... [Tybalt]: I... [Tybalt]:...do you, do you want... [Herbert]: Yes? [Tybalt]: What *do* you want? [Herbert]: Well, I really like you. [Tybalt]: *stops pacing and stares* [Herbert]: I mean, I think I really REALLY like you. [Tybalt]: *voice drops suddenly* [Tybalt]: You mean... like you're... [Tybalt]:...for me. [Herbert]: Like what? [Tybalt]: Like.... [Tybalt]:....Herbert, we're... we're guys though. [Herbert]: Well, yeah... [Tybalt]: I mean, you like me like... [Tybalt]: like... [Tybalt]: like a girl would like me. [Herbert]: Well, yes. [Tybalt]: Yes? [Tybalt]: *sits down hopelessly on the bed again* [Herbert]: Yes. [Herbert]: *leans a little closer, very hopefully* [Tybalt]: *softly* You... you want to kiss? [Tybalt]: I've, uh... only done it once... [Tybalt]:...and it was a girl, and she was just a friend... [Herbert]: *excited look, leans closer* [Tybalt]: It's... it's not gonna be much, you know. [Tybalt]: *hand shakes, but he touches Herbert's face anyway* [Herbert]: *leans even closer, then kisses* [Tybalt]: *wasn't expecting Herbert to make the first move at all* [Tybalt]: *freezes, then leans into it, experimentally* [Tybalt]: *Herbert's mouth is... soft.* [Herbert]: *wraps arms around him gleefully* [Tybalt]: *hands find Herbert's shoulders* [Tybalt]: *after a moment, dares, just a bit, to part his lips against Herbert's* [Herbert]: *something close to a literal squee* [Herbert]: *lips part too* [Tybalt]: *pauses at that, but moves on* [Tybalt]: *breathing quickens. it feels like panic... but it's... not panic.* [Herbert]: *hand ventures toward Tybalt's hair* [Tybalt]: *turns head into it* [Herbert]: *parts after a long moment* [Tybalt]: *stares, dumbfounded* [Herbert]: *looks down, all eyelashes and smiles* [Tybalt]: *stares down at his hands on his knees* [Tybalt]: *he had just kissed another boy.* [Tybalt]: *...like.... a boy-boy.* [Herbert]: *shifts so he's on his knees, reaches for Tybalt's hands* [Tybalt]: *fingers tighten, but he looks up* [Tybalt]: *lets Herbert take his hands* Umm? [Herbert]: *leans forward and touches his cheek to Tybalt's, so his eyelashes brush against Tybalt's skin* [Tybalt]: *heart stops* [Tybalt]: *dammitttt.* [Tybalt]: *he's doing that... that THING he does again.* [Tybalt]: *gently turns his head* Herbert? [Herbert]: Yes? [Tybalt]: I...I thought it was a good kiss. [Herbert]: *smiles* [Tybalt]: *feels his cheek against his own when he smiles, and swallows* [Tybalt]: I...you can....next time you want to, I mean... [Herbert]: Yes? [Tybalt]: ..you're allowed to kiss me from now on. [Herbert]: REALLY!? [Tybalt]: *ear hurts, jumps slightly* [Tybalt]: Uh. Yes. [Herbert]: *throws his arms around him* [Tybalt]: *is taken totally aback* [Tybalt]: *but feels better about making a sleazy comment like that one now* [Tybalt]: well - well - not at school, obviously. [Tybalt]: People would see. [Herbert]: That's okay! [Herbert]: *leans on his shoulder* [Tybalt]: *remembers Herbert can't leave his house or go elsewhere* [Tybalt]: *weakly* ...Your father won't kill me, will he? [Herbert]: "Oh, no." *cheerfully* He'll be glad I found you on my own! [Tybalt]: *...that wasn't encouraging* [Tybalt]: Oh. *voice an octave higher* [Tybalt]: *readjusts quickly* [Tybalt]: I mean, good. [Tybalt]: I don't want to... I don't know, corrupt you or something. [Herbert]: Oh, you won't. [Tybalt]: ...you sound sure. [Herbert]: *happy little smile* [Tybalt]: *brushes his hair back* [Herbert]: Do you think I'm good-looking, Tybalt? Do you need me to change anything now that we're- you know- [Tybalt]: *we're - ? oh, god. Oh God. * [Tybalt]: *very quickly* You are. [Herbert]: Really? [Tybalt]: Really. [Tybalt]: Like I said - your eyes are - really pretty - [Herbert]: *wide grin, pushes his hair back* [Tybalt]: - and like I said - your hair is soft - [Herbert]: Do you think it's too long? I could cut it-
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Post by Tybalt on Dec 4, 2009 13:00:16 GMT -5
[Tybalt]: "No, it's fine." Tybalt interrupted, a little short with him. "Cut it if you want, I don't care." [Herbert]: "Oh. All right." [Herbert]: *pause* [Herbert]: *snuggle!* [Tybalt]: *sighed and slid further onto the bed, lying back on it, staring at Herbert's ceiling and trying to figure out What Had Just Happened* [Me]:...I will just say he pulled out of the snuggle to do this. [Me]: Not even noticing the snuggle was quite talking place. [Herbert]: *sits up to look at him better* [Tybalt]: *after a moment, eyes flicker to Herbert's with the "What?" question apparent in them* [Herbert]: Just looking at you. [Tybalt]: *Ah.* [Tybalt]: *slightly uncomfortable, but looks determinedly back at the ceiling again instead* [Herbert]: *grin* [Tybalt]: *doesn't notice the grin, but suspects it* [Tybalt]: *oh, yes.* [Tybalt]: *suspects it deeply* [Me]: (TYBALT IS ONTO YOU, HERBERT) [Herbert]: *settles down beside him* [Tybalt]: *is uncomfortably aware of this* [Tybalt]: *brain is still repeating: I kissed a boy omggg* [Tybalt]: *finally, unable to take it, Tybalt props himself up on one elbow, leans over Herbert, and kisses him again* [Herbert]: *happy noise* [Tybalt]: *Herbert's happy noises are beginning to be a little less bothersome, possibly because he's beginning to expect them* [Tybalt]: *tilts his head into the kiss again, but pulls back before deepening it, looking over Herbert's face critically* [Tybalt]: *studies Herbert as though this is going to somehow explain to him the situation in which he's found himself* [Herbert]: Yes? [Tybalt]: Nothing... your mouth is pink. [Tybalt]: *repeats mentally: 'your mouth is pink'... YOUR MOUTH IS STUPID* [Herbert]: *smile* [Tybalt]: Now your mouth is pink and smiling. [Tybalt]: *...you should shut yours.* [Tybalt]: *after a while of feeling ridiculous for pointing out the obvious, Tybalt attempts no longer looking at Herbert's mouth* [Tybalt]: *but the pillow is really not that interesting* [Herbert]: You're very handsome, you know. [Tybalt]: *looks at him sharply* [Tybalt]: What? [Tybalt]: *tense,as though expecting a quick remark that plays on those words and embarrasses him* [Tybalt]: *Tybalt, you see, never lets his guard down* [Herbert]: Well, you ARE. [Tybalt]: *turns his head to the side self-consciously* [Tybalt]: Th...thanks. [Herbert]: You don't believe me, do you? [Tybalt]: Ah - well - [Tybalt]: *taken off guard* [Herbert]: *hugs* [Tybalt]: *taken more off guard and flustered* [Tybalt]: Uh - uh - well - [Tybalt]: *What is he supposed to do with his hands?* [Tybalt]: *leans back further on his elbow a bit more to accommodate for the sudden weight* [Herbert]: *releases* [Tybalt]: *is flushed when he looks at him* [Herbert]: *goes for the books* "Now where were we?" [Tybalt]: *pulls Herbert back and kisses him, very fluidly and decisively* [Herbert]: *kisses back, but more deeply and less giggly than before* [Tybalt]: *wraps an arm around his back, other hand in his hair* [Herbert]: *leans into his kiss* [Tybalt]: *leans back, almost aggressively* [Herbert]: *mmph noise* [Tybalt]: *pulls back slightly* [Tybalt]: Did I hurt you? [Herbert]: No, not at all. [Tybalt]: No? [Tybalt]: *pauses, but not for very long* [Tybalt]: *kisses again, pushing Herbert back* [Herbert]: No. *touches his cheek very tenderly* [Herbert]: *laughs a little into the kiss* [Tybalt]: *is slightly taken aback by this, but absolutely determined not to let it show* [Herbert]: *Herbert leans hopefully toward Tybalt* [Tybalt]: *kisses again, decides to hell with it and pushes Herbert back against his bed* [Herbert]: *enraptured cuddles* [Tybalt]: *is busy kissing when something Very Peculiar happens.* [Tybalt]: *pulls back completely mortified* [Tybalt]: Uh-hm. Yes. [Tybalt]: Right. [Tybalt]: *awkward* [Herbert]: "What is it!?" [Tybalt]: *mumbles* [Tybalt]: *rather red-faced, too* [Herbert]: Yes? *scoots close* [Tybalt]: I just... ung. Stuff. [Herbert]: *gently touches his face* [Tybalt]: *turns face to look at him* [Tybalt]: Nothing wrong. [Tybalt]: *explaining a little hastily* [Herbert]: You know, I could probably ask Vati to let me go over to YOUR house sometimes- [Tybalt]: Oh - oh, if you... all right. [Tybalt]: *a little taken aback, but doesn't appear upset* [Tybalt]: *worrying if there's something messed up about him* [Tybalt]: Herbert, did you... uuuuh... when we were, you know, did you... [Herbert]: What? [Herbert]: Yes?" [Tybalt]: Um. Um. [Tybalt]: Nevermind. [Herbert]: *soft laugh* [Tybalt]: *looks at him, suddenly wondering if he knows what he meant* [Tybalt]: Yes? [Herbert]: You're cute when you stammer like that. [Tybalt]: *freezes* [Tybalt]:...do you know what I was talking about? [Herbert]: I mean- um- you're always cute, but, um- What? [Tybalt]: Uhhh. Nevermind again. [Tybalt]: *thinks he's calmed down* [Tybalt]: *tentatively* [Tybalt]: Um... um, do you want to do it some more? [Herbert]: More kissing!? [Tybalt]: *immediately* We don't have to. [Herbert]: No- I like it. *blushes a little* [Tybalt]: Oh - you do? [Tybalt]: *social comparison need rears its head* [Tybalt]:...how much? [Herbert]: I like it a lot. You're good at it. [Herbert]: And this I won't get kicked out of school for. [Tybalt]: ... [Tybalt]: *a little gently* [Tybalt]: What *would* you get kicked out of school for? [Herbert]: Oh. Um. Well, I used to go to boarding school, but then I got caught kissing another boy in the library. *shrug* So they kicked me out. [Tybalt]:....*stares* [Tybalt]: ...you've kissed a boy before? [Tybalt]: *that would be the first thing Tybalt notices* [Tybalt]: *almost envious* [Herbert]: Just one. [Herbert]: I was fourteen. *nods as if it verifies this* [Herbert]: But I'm sixteen now, and you're better at it. [Tybalt]: *a bit of a smile and a blush, without even thinking* [Herbert]: *teasingly pokes* [Tybalt]: *turns away slightly, but bites his lip before the slight noise he's made turns into a laugh* [Tybalt]:...I've only kissed once before. [Herbert]: Well, this is my third time, but I don't know if my cousin counts. [Herbert]: My SECOND cousin, actually. [Herbert]: But you're good at it! [Tybalt]:...it was Meg. We were just kids. I asked her if I could. [Tybalt]:...I think you're *really* good at it. [Herbert]: That's sweet. [Herbert]: *grin* [Tybalt]:...I'm gonna do it again. [Tybalt]: *leans forward to* [Herbert]: *is quite pleased about this* [Herbert]: *tilts head, parts lips* [Tybalt]: *reaches up for Herbert's hair again*
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Post by Tybalt on Dec 4, 2009 13:07:03 GMT -5
[Herbert]: *finds Tybalt, sits down with a big grin and a lunch tray* [Tybalt]: *blush* [Tybalt]: *no idea of how to act at school* [Tybalt]: *and Meg is with GIRLS. GIRLS, FOR CHRISTSAKES.* [Tybalt]: *WHO IS HE SUPPOSED TO EXPLAIN FIRST BOYFRIEND TO IF NOT MEG.* (Tybalt is so platonically possessive/jealous. It's cute. xD) [Herbert]: Hi Tybalt. [Tybalt]:...hi Herbert. [Herbert]: *beambeam* [Tybalt]: *smiles, although a bit guardedly* [Herbert]:...how are, um, you. [Tybalt]:...good. How are you? [Herbert]: *hesitates* [Herbert]:...good too. *nodnodnod* [Tybalt]:...Do you want to work on the project some more after school? [Herbert]:...yes. I would. *nods very seriously* [Tybalt]: Uh-huh. Sounds good to me. [Tybalt]: *incredibly, amazingly calm and straight-faced* [Herbert]: *continues nodding, then stops* [Herbert]: Um. [Herbert]: Er. [Herbert]: *looks at, beams* [Tybalt]: *smiles, just a bit, and surreptitiously winks* [Tybalt]: *enjoys having a secret* [Tybalt]: *especially an awesome secret* [Herbert]: *surreptitious knee-touching under the table* [Tybalt]: *smile slides off face, but only for a moment* [Tybalt]: *...nudges back* [Herbert]: *suppresses a laugh* [Tybalt]: *picks up his fork like nothing's going on*
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Post by Tybalt on Dec 4, 2009 13:10:52 GMT -5
[Tybalt]: *During a "bathroom break" twenty minutes before the end of the day, Tybalt slipped a hastily-written letter in heavy pencil into Herbert's locker that merely said, "Library after school, work on project ?"* [Herbert]: *is already waiting there by the time Tybalt gets there* [Tybalt]: *wordlessly pulls Herbert behind a back shelf by his hands* [Tybalt]: *...but then peers over the shelf the moment they're back there and in each other's arms, paranoid about someone noticing* [Herbert]: *small yelp of pullness* [Tybalt]: *eventually ignores and kisses Herbert* [Tybalt]:...*feeling exposed* [Herbert]: *happy kisses* [Tybalt]: *begins also to be happy* [Tybalt]: *and this is TYBALT we're talking about* [Herbert]: *pulls away, grinning at him* [Tybalt]: *gives him a curious head-tilted look, to ask about the pulling back* [Herbert]:...I love you. [Tybalt]:...oh. [Herbert]: Yes? [Herbert]:...we're, um, only in high school you know. [Herbert]: I know. [Tybalt]:...well. ...well. [Tybalt]: *gently* I like you a lot, Herbert. [Herbert]: *smiles* [Tybalt]: *hesitates* [Tybalt]: But... I wouldn't say I loved you. [Herbert]:...that's okay. [Tybalt]: *brushes cheek* [Tybalt]: I mean, you know what I'm saying, right? [Herbert]: Well, yes. [Herbert]: We ARE in high school. [Tybalt]: *relieved* [Tybalt]: *smiles a little* [Tybalt]: Okay. [Tybalt]: So... you don't expect...? [Herbert]: No... [Tybalt]: *relieved again* [Tybalt]: All right. [Tybalt]: *leans in to kiss him again* [Herbert]: *kisses harder* [Herbert]: *while thinking I JUST HAVE TO TRY HARDER! :D * [Me]:........... [Tybalt]: *kisses back, pushes back into the opposite shelf* [Herbert]: *squeezes* [Tybalt]: *puts his hands on Herbert's shoulders and tries to somehow make them, you know, more of the same height. And stuff.* [Herbert]: *leans down a little* [Tybalt]: *appreciative noise* [Herbert]: *deepens the kiss* [Tybalt]: Mmm... [Tybalt]: *pulls closer*
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