He loves life, White, even the bad parts. He prefers the good ones, of course--pleasure is the greatest good--but... it's not as if he'd toss aside the bad. They're valuable.
[ bad feelings are entirely different beast though ]
Because he's hot, elegant, and confident. [ That sounds so. Shallow. ] ...really, he says a lot of things to me other people never have, and I admire his enthusiasm and tenacity as much as I might not agree with certain ideals of his. It's—not unpleasant, but it's... [ ...sigh. ] I don't think I have the words for it, White.
Your faith is misplaced. [ a sigh. ] ...Silver said something similar to me. I really don't know if I could—I'd probably die of embarrassment if I did.
[ They're best friends by circumstance at this point. ]
...he wouldn't, hopefully, unless he found it amusing. [ He... likes amusing Tsukiyama, but he's not really sure if he's ready to be the reason behind it. ] I'm sure you've never experienced it, but being laughed at for your feelings isn't very pleasant.
[ They have flower pots everywhere at this point, because flowers make everything nice and beautiful.
...and those daisies that are ordinarily in the pots by the door are changing right to yellow and lavender roses when he thinks about it. ]
I don't think he would. [ But he's grinning a little, covering his face. ] I'm not—I'm interesting and adorable, but I'm nothing really special, you know? He could do better.
With my luck, I'd end up busting one of his buttons or—or knocking our faces together badly or something! There's no way I'm tugging anyone down, White.
So let him come to you. Sometimes it's more romantic when you ask for a kiss, anyway, and then he'll do that smile that makes your stomach flip, "Of course, Black-san," and lean down to do the deed.
You know I'm not interested in romances. [ A snort of laughter. ] Why not just own up to it? It's not like it's a bad thing or anything. I mean, look at our parents.
Our parents were gross. [... There's a reason she doesn't tell you this shit you ass, but:] I want something like that. Even if it's impossible for someone like me.
[A barrier with a will. Someone who has to go home, even if she doesn't want to.]
It's not impossible here. [ He lays his head on the couch, staring at the wall. ] As far as I know, you're not tied to this city the way you are Hellsalem's Lot, and... really, when it comes down to it, we might not even get a choice of "Do you want to stay, or do you want to go?"
You should try things while you can. [ That's why she's been pushing him to ask Tsukiyama out, isn't it. ] That includes finding someone who'll kiss you when you ask them too, all shyly and with a cute little blush on your face.
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bad feelings are entirely different beast though]Epicurean. He described it like that.
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He's a weirdo. Why do you like him?
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Because he's hot, elegant, and confident. [ That sounds so. Shallow. ] ...really, he says a lot of things to me other people never have, and I admire his enthusiasm and tenacity as much as I might not agree with certain ideals of his. It's—not unpleasant, but it's... [ ...sigh. ] I don't think I have the words for it, White.
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No, I kind of like it. But if you like all that about him, why not just say so?
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You know him, White. ]
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I believe in you.
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...and he'd probably laugh at me.
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Do you really think that a guy like that would laugh at you, Black? Really.
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...he wouldn't, hopefully, unless he found it amusing. [ He... likes amusing Tsukiyama, but he's not really sure if he's ready to be the reason behind it. ] I'm sure you've never experienced it, but being laughed at for your feelings isn't very pleasant.
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You're right, I haven't. But it's not like it's very pleasant to hear about -- unless they laugh and smile and say they return them, anyway.
[With soft romantic music and flowers blooming at your feet.]
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...and those daisies that are ordinarily in the pots by the door are changing right to yellow and lavender roses when he thinks about it. ]
I don't think he would. [ But he's grinning a little, covering his face. ] I'm not—I'm interesting and adorable, but I'm nothing really special, you know? He could do better.
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And if he doesn't want to, big brother?
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I'll die.
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I'll happily see your spirit pass on if that's the case, Black. Just make sure you kiss him before you ascend.
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He's too tall for me to kiss unless he leaned down for it.
[ Oh my god he's thought about this, White. ]
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[... says her.]
Be aggressive!
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With my luck, I'd end up busting one of his buttons or—or knocking our faces together badly or something! There's no way I'm tugging anyone down, White.
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[... Can't you just imagine it.
Also: White, the romantic.]
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Two things: one, he's just going to go flop on their couch and burying his face into the arm of it.
two: he's going to look up a moment later with: ] I didn't realize you were such a hopeless romantic, White.
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I'm not. I've just had a lot of time in the bookstore, you know, reading over things you might like.
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You know I'm not interested in romances. [ A snort of laughter. ] Why not just own up to it? It's not like it's a bad thing or anything. I mean, look at our parents.
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Our parents were gross. [... There's a reason she doesn't tell you this shit you ass, but:] I want something like that. Even if it's impossible for someone like me.
[A barrier with a will. Someone who has to go home, even if she doesn't want to.]
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It's not impossible here. [ He lays his head on the couch, staring at the wall. ] As far as I know, you're not tied to this city the way you are Hellsalem's Lot, and... really, when it comes down to it, we might not even get a choice of "Do you want to stay, or do you want to go?"
You should try things while you can. [ That's why she's been pushing him to ask Tsukiyama out, isn't it. ] That includes finding someone who'll kiss you when you ask them too, all shyly and with a cute little blush on your face.
[ your brother's an ass. ]
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does not have to deal with this!!! She's very pointedly going to her room now, thank you, though she'll pause at the door.]
I wouldn't blush. Or ask them shyly. I'd ask them right out and that'd be that.
[... sure.]
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