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Who| Feferi and Dave
What| an impromptu "study session"
Where| Feferi's room
When| a few days after school starts
Warnings/Notes| teenagers and feelings mostly

One of the plus sides of this whole school business was that the need to study outside of class gave Feferi even more of an excuse to hang around Dave. Not that she needed an excuse to begin with, but it's nice to have one, and pretend like she's doing something other than stealing glances at his cute face, and trying to mentally play connect the dots with his freckles. He's just so cute that it's unfair, and if the past couple weeks have taught her anything, it's that he just gets cuter by the day. It's getting to be a problem.

There's just something about being there for him that sets her heart a-flutter. When he comes to her looking all forlorn like a lost purrbeast, she just wants to build a little pillow nest and put him in it and protect him. It's getting hard to pretend that she doesn't pity him while also pretending that she does and keeping up this fake-but-sort-of-not-anymore thing they've got going on for show.

The business with him trying to kiss her didn't help either.

But then, she still has Sollux to think about. What's the shelf-life on a severed relationship? If he comes back will it even be the same Sollux from the same timeline? Would he remember anything that happened before? If she were to go back, would he be there waiting for her, or would he be off wandering the Farthest Ring with Aradia? There's just too many what-ifs and that's not how she likes to live her life, worrying about things that may or may not happen.

And at this point, it still remains to be seen if he ever will come back. She has a long life ahead of her and it seems to her a disservice to the people she loves and who love her back to waste it away just waiting. Anyone who knows her should know better than to think she could ever thrive that way.

But for right now, with this dumb, adorable human boy sitting nearby? It's enough just to try and concentrate on the page she's already read six times. Sitting cross-legged on her bed, she has to fight to look at the page, instead of making silly faces and fin gestures at him. It's geography, which she actually kind of enjoys, as harmless as it is, but her mind is elsewhere. Maybe a study session wasn't such a great idea, if she had any intention of getting work done.

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Whatever Dave was thinking when he made a real, honest to God move on Feferi hasn't waned remotely since then. If anything, the near miss just made it more intense. He has no idea where it came from or why it's happening so fast, it's like he stepped on some random train and the doors shut before he could get off. Now it's hurtling into some unforeseeable direction and he can feel the eyes of every sad, train person digging into him as if every single person around him knows he has no idea what he's doing.

There's one person's opinion just a little important than the nameless faces of the judgment festival that is his life. It's Feferi's, obviously. He doesn't think she's stupid, he doesn't expect she's dense enough to think he laid one on her because it seemed like a totally normal and appropriate thing to do. It feels like she's on to him, even if he has no way to be sure. He has no idea what she thinks of it, but the fact that she isn't recoiling in disgust is a good thing, generally speaking.

He understands girls.

All feelings aside, he can't bring himself to distance himself from her for his own pride. He has no pride, he's clingy and desperate for attention and in dire need of the kind of friendly comfort she hands out like it's fucking candy. Not hanging out with her would be like skipping Halloween to study, and he doesn't play ball like that. Or at all, but that's irrelevant. She's his friend more than anything and being around her is as fun as ever, which is good because they have a painful stage show to perform for the cameras every time they hit the streets.

School and study is such a normal thing that it's abnormal. It's easy to get lost in it despite all attempts to convey his disinterest in it. He has a map of Panem laid out in front of him and tracing the eraser of his pencil along the shapes reminds him of charting stars and coordinates for Rose in the vast corners of the universe. This isn't remotely normal either, but it sort of seems like it is. As such, he hasn't noticed that she's watching him when he's thinking deep thoughts about himself, but the desire to say something innocuous takes hold.

"I always thought Panem was a straight line." He drags his pencil eraser in a line to illustrate his point, then scrambles for a piece of paper to doodle on. "Like, the biggest blob is the Capitol here and then-" He begins to draw twelve smaller blobs in a straight line before pushing the paper toward her, drawing in a breath to continue before he exhales in surprise. "I thought Panem was shaped like a penis."

When he speaks, Feferi jolts out of her own silent reverie, and looks up, wide-eyed and curious, at least until he shoves his drawing towards her. She tilts her head, this way and thing, trying to make sense of it. Tucks her hair behind her fins. Tilts her head again. Finally she manages to turn it in a way that it sinks in and she makes a face, somewhere between trying not to laugh and wrinkling her nose.

"You thought it looked like a human bulge? Is there something that you are not telling me?" She gives him an expectant look, like she's trying to hint at something (what, she doesn't even know, it just seems like the right thing to say when someone crudely draws human body parts) before she takes her own pencil and starts adapting his drawing into a still-phallic looking whale. The Capitol comprises its head, and she adds flippers on the sides, and a tail, before giving it back to him. "I guess I never really thought about what it looked like... it's smaller than I thought. Like there would be more to it, and also less ocean."

Dave hardly realises he's jolted her out of anything but a study induced stupor, but he averts his eyes when she starts to react. The hair tucking, the head tilting and the nose wrinkle pull together a neat tapestry of things he never knew he had a true appreciation for.

"No, I'm telling you everything." He tries to sound matter-of-fact and not embarrassed with the hill he's already pushing this conversation down. He chooses instead to watch her turn a dick into a whale, not remotely surprised that she's capable of it. He gives it a look of consideration, mouth scrunched as he tries to figure out what it's missing. "Guess it has that in common with some people and their dicks." Some people. Not all dicks. Speaking of, he's started to draw Snow on top of the whale, riding it rodeo style. It only exists for a few minutes before he scribbles his pencil all over it and scrunches the paper up, tossing it over his shoulder.

"Beauty is fleeting." He needed to justify that somehow, right? "You know, I never thought being enlisted into repetitious cycles of murder and media circuses could get worse, but then they added school. Like, how do you look at this situation as a whole and think forced education is a solid addition to it? We could be doing so much more, like. Uh." He cycles his hand through the air, as if allowing her to fill in the gap he seems to have open for her.

Feferi momentarily looks a little saddened to see her majestic whale degraded and finally tossed away. Some people just don't appreciate a good whale! But she forgets about it almost immediately, and forgets about the dicks as well, in favor of leaning over and reaching out to grab his hands as he waves them about. Giving a little squeeze, she smiles, despite the fact that she's leaning somewhat precariously.

"It could be worse." She decides to give up on the book she was trying to read and scoots closer to him, pushing the book and her papers closer to the edge of the bed with her foot. "At least we have time to be going to school. They could just make a never-ending Arena. Or make it tournament style. Or find somewhere else to send us. Like... somewhere that does not involve sitting around listening to someone talk all day?" She doesn't know where she's going with that. "What else were you doing with your day anyway, besides drawing human bulges and eating cheeseburgers?"

Sure, she likes to get on his case for reducing her to being about nothing but fish and fish-related things, but turnabout is fair play. Besides, she's more endeared by his bizarre human inclinations than put off. She doesn't understand them all, but they have their own strange charm.

Respectful treatment of dick whales is low on Dave's list of priorities, but luckily it doesn't seem to lose him any points. Actually, things are going pretty well. Well in a wonderful state of absolute panic, at least. He's not quite sure what to do when she takes his hands, other than eventually refraining from cycling through the air as he had been.

Then she scoots closer and he really can't help reading into it. It's like a little alarm is going off and he's about to tear his whole house apart finding it. His stare flicks from her books and back to her face in an instant, he's decidedly determined not to distract her from whatever... this.. is. Even if it's nothing. He won't be disappointed. It's probably nothing, he's kind of disappointed.

"Everything could be worse, there are always a hundred different ways to add crap to a sundae. It's getting it out that's the hard part." He's not even sure if he's being sincerely deep or just spouting shit at this point, but the need to intensifies now that he can feel himself floundering a little. Damn it, just be cool. Channel the Stark vibe, the Strider vibe. Whatever. Just say something not stupid.

"Not a damn thing." Yep. Nailed it. "But we could do that shit together. I guess. If it pleases her Royal Highness, since she's taken such a shine to institutionalized brain slavery." He twists his hands just a little, just so he can barely press the pads of his fingers against her hand like he's almost holding them.

Damn it. He's so cute. So stupidly cute. Play it cool, Peixes. Cool as a sea cucumber. He doesn't move away, so that's a good sign-- not that she thought he would. He gives her the perfect opportunity to lace her fingers in his, and she takes it, giving another gentle squeeze as she does. Her fins twitch, maybe not quite as nervous as him, but she has her moments too. She doesn't want to be wrong about this, if she's going to go through with it. It has to mean something, become something worthwhile. It's not often that she feels like there's anything to lose, but their situation here is more precarious than ever before, especially since she doesn't have an all-knowing sea monster whispering in her ear to tell her it'll all work out in the end. Her future in Sgrub was already made for her... but this is a future she's making for herself.

"We could do that. Or..." With a small surge of confidence, she goes in for the full snuggle, leaning against his should, dipping her head so that her nose just barely brushes his cheek. "Or maybe we could stay right here, and forget about studying and cheeseburgers for a little while."

You know what? No, she's just going to go for gold, or silver at least, and on a whim, places an impromptu kiss on his cheek. It's not much, but there aren't any cameras (that care) turned on them right now. No one to see all this choice affection she's laying on him. This is the real deal.

As Feferi progresses with whatever this is, Dave becomes increasingly confused. There definitely aren't cameras, but even with them around he doesn't think she's usually so... so... He can't think of the word. Or anything, much. He usually narrates himself through difficult situations, but for everything he doesn't understand it feels like another voice is chiming in until he's got a full church choir of confusion rattling his skull.

Then it all goes blank when she brushes against his cheek, and he hopes to god it isn't heating as rapidly as it feels like it is. Is this revenge? Is this an elaborate prank? The voices are starting up again, getting up to louder volumes as he begs himself to question her without seeming uncool.

He feels her kiss him. He definitely feels it. It makes everything stop yet again and he can't help glancing around for cameras before settling his stare back on her. His brows are raised, then they furrow and he realises he's probably been quiet for a little too long. "What the hell?" Ah, yes. Chivalrous and well spoken as ever. He feels like he should try to fix that, but how. He opens his mouth, closes it, fidgets and mutters something incomprehensible even to him. He really has no idea what he just said.

"What? What. Shut up. What? Fuck you, don't give me an aneurysm, would you? I didn't meant that- I mean. Did you mean that? I mean did you mean to do that, not did you mean what I just said because of course you didn't. You didn't even say it. Help."

Yes. Yes, good. It's hard not to just fall over and laugh at his reaction, but it's just as she'd hoped, maybe even better than she could have imagined. She's grinning from fin to fin, just trying to hold it together. "Sorry, Dave. I guess it was just an accident!"

He brought this on himself, really, when he tried to pull that on her. And since he's not telling her to back off, she's just going to go ahead and give him another quick peck. "And it happened again!" And one more, just for good measure. "It just keeps happening! I'm sorry but I cannot save you now!"

Hopefully, she's reading his sputtering disbelief right, or else this is going to be kind of embarrassing. But as of late, he's been sticking to her like a barnacle, that's got to be good for something, right? And he's not a troll, she can expect there to be any ambiguity on whether this is pale or flushed. By process of elimination, what else is there?

Dave's eyes narrow when she grins, because there's a very brief and insecure concern that she's just making fun of him. Of course she's teasing, and he expects that, he just doesn't expect her to know why it would make him a little nervous.

Only he's starting know damn well why it would, and probably for a good reason. It's not impossible for her to have a similar sort of feeling for him. Right? He just has a hard time believing it with his huge nonexistent ego.

He's absolutely getting flustered by this point, god damn it. Every kiss is like a sick burn he has no good response for but he also doesn't want it to stop. "God damn it." He grunts, finally reaching out to grab her cheeks in an effort to make her stop. He isn't holding very tightly, just enough to steady her so he can level a squint on her. "Listen here... Missy." He cringes at that godawful pet name and just himself in general, because grabbing her face and leaning in was a terrible idea. "Are you going to explain the thing or am I going to have to interrogate you?" Why did he give her an option.

Finally, as his hands come up to her face, she laughs, and she stops, and she just lets him keep his hands there. She's feeling absolutely giddy by this point, working herself up into a fit of the giggles that she has to forcibly suppress. It's so hard being so excitable, but she takes a deep breath, lets it out slowly, and brings a hand up to place it over one of his.

"I think the thing is pretty obvious!" She could string him on a little longer, but she's not going to be that mean. She's already teased him enough for the time being. "I mean, usually when you kiss someone, it's because you like them. I was just returning the favor."

Was that obvious enough? Maybe not. She leans her head against his head, her grin smoothing out into something more affectionate. "I really like you, Dave. I am not just saying that because we have a fakey-fake relationship, I mean it for real. Maybe... I don't want it to be fake anymore."

Well, by this point he can just accept the fact that his cheeks are all shameful and rosy like a freshly spanked ass. The fact that she's giggling doesn't help, even if he really likes the sound of it. God damn, it lifts his stupid spirits. Then she touches his hands, and it's even worse. Holy crap.

"You thought wrong." He points out impatiently, looking for answers like he's knee deep in Christmas presents he can't open yet for whatever godawful reason. Then boom, there's the present, just dumped all perfectly on his lap. There's a moment of silence and he leans his ear forward like he wasn't sure he heard her, but he doesn't ask her to repeat herself.

"Well, I mean. Duh." He snorts, and it's ugly, shrugging his shoulders as flippantly as you can when he has his hands on her face. Finally he gets the inkling that whenever he opens his mouth dumb words come out, so in lieu of admitting his own feelings he just leans in and presses his lips against hers as gently as he can. Wouldn't want to be too rough about basically confirming that you like someone right back.

It's not really an answer, but it's good enough, and she's in no position to argue. Not only does she not pull away this time, but she would be remiss if she just sat there and let him kiss her though, without kissing back. She appreciates the soft touch, and she leans in; as she shifts, she accidentally kicks her book and papers off the edge of the bed, and she doesn't notice or care. This has been on her mind for days now, and she's not holding back. With a little more leverage, she takes the initiative to kiss him a little deeper, a proper first real kiss.

All the fake ones, of course, didn't count. And the one she wasn't expecting. She's calling mulligan on that one.

When she does finally take a moment to break off, she sighs contentedly, tilting her head as she studies his face. "Sooo..." Her fins and cheeks are bright pink; now is definitely not the time to get sheepish, but here she is. A kiss should seal the deal, but she wants to make sure there's no misunderstanding between them. "It's real, then?"

If Dave's various fake relationships and teen flirting have taught him anything, it's how to kiss at least semi-decently. He can only imagine the horrible awkwardness that would ensue if he didn't know how to smooch her right. But it's good, it's nice. It's so much better than studying and it is definitely better than dancing around the fact that he really, really likes her.

He doesn't want it to stop, especially when she deepens it, but he lets her pull back and he can't help the fact that he looks incredibly fucking goofy when he smiles back at her. "Realer than Eminem's personal dream journal." He nods, then he realises she has no idea what that probably means. "So, uh. Yeah. If you want it to be. I definitely want that." His smile twitches because it's really damn hard not to smile wider when he notices that her fins are pink too.

"You're my favourite thing about this place." He can't help reaching out a hand so he can tuck her hair behind her fin, then tweaks it because he can. Nope. Not weird at all. "I like you too. If that wasn't painfully obvious already."

With all the gentle touches, Feferi is hesitant to pull away from him, but she only does so in order to fall back onto the pile of pillows at the head of her bed, holding out her arms to him. This occasion calls from some intense pillow pile snuggling, and probably some more smooching too-- she definitely hasn't had enough of that. Now that things are more or less settled though, she might as well get comfortable.

"It kind of was really super obvious, to be honest," she scoffs. Once she got over trying to console him, it just seemed like a duh moment. She should have said something earlier, but she needed the time to figure herself out a bit more too. "I guess you are maybe... my second favorite thing. Sorry, but the aquarium is here is pretty awesome."

Just because they're for real now doesn't mean she's going to stop hassling him. If anything, he'd better be prepared because he might as well have given her carte blanche to give him a hard time.

While Dave would usually hesitate in the interest of keeping aloof and protecting his feelings, he doesn't waste time following her down into the pillows so he can keep being close to her. His heart is beating embarrassingly fast and there's a tingling sensation all over him, like he can hardly believe this is happening.

This is the happiest he's been in. Like. Ever. He can't remember the last time he had such a hard time not grinning like an idiot. "Guess I'll never get an Oscar now." He sounds as rueful as possible, his amusement at her second response coming out as a huff more than a laugh.

"Yeah? We'll see how long that lasts. I'm gonna boyfriend the crap out of you, the fish tanks won't stand a chance." And to illustrate his dedication, he pushes his shades off his face and into his hands. He isn't really sheepish about his eyes anymore, it's just the principal of the thing. He feels incredibly mushy and incredibly saccharine, but with her it seems perfectly okay to do that. As such, he doesn't feel too shy about moving in to plant another kiss on her lips while remaining splayed over the top of her.

As Dave joins her in the pillow pile, Feferi drapes her arms loosely around his neck. Her fingers idly play with the small hairs at the nape of his neck. Seeing him smile, really smile and not just sarcastic smirking or half-grinning, is a treat in and of itself. And those eyes-- she could just study them forever; she's envious, a little, knowing that it will be a while yet until the color starts filling into her own.

"You've got some pretty big competition..." She trails off as he moves in for the kiss, and while she kisses him back, she lets out a long, contented sigh, the rest of her relaxing. She can be pretty high strung, but with the hard part over, she's eager to try and calm down some, and just enjoy the moment. The first chance she gets, the briefest pause, she finds it in her to finish her thought. "You're off to a good start, though."

The brief thought that maybe this is a time to have a real conversation about what all of this means for them comes and goes right back to his sweet, warm kisses.

There's a lot about this situation that makes Dave feel fairly vulnerable. He's pretty sure a few months ago he would have recoiled on himself enough to sour things between them. Lately, it's a little easier to be his actual self even in the most dire of situations. He's pretty sure he owes Feferi at least part of that, but it's hard to pinpoint how it happened.

It doesn't really matter now, he's still a little shocked by it all. When everything seems to go wrong, it's almost dizzying how good something right feels. He's not sure where to go with it, but he knows he wants to make the most out of it for both of them. He can do everything he never did and try everything he never tried, but that's cause for his own reflection and it's harder to swallow that down when he wants the best for her.

"Speaking of starts.." He trails off with a murmur, a hand moving to lace with hers. "I know we've already gone public with being a thing, but.. What exactly are we? Is there a term for inter-xeno relationships that we need to coin?" He's edging toward talking about quadrants, talking about the fact that relationships involving more than one person and that he selfishly wants to keep her to himself if he can.

If she expected Dave to stop and start asking questions, it certainly wasn't that. In Feferi World, it's fairly obvious what it is, so she gives his hand a little squeeze and shrugs.

"We could if you wanted to, but I just figured it was flushed." Leave it up to a human to not know the first thing about quadrants, but he's cute, so he can get away with it. "We can call it human dating or whatever you use if you want, though. I guess it doesn't really matter that much what we call it."

Maybe even treating it like human romance would do her some good. She'd have to be pretty oblivious to not realize how much trolls are viewed as vaguely subhuman; she's going to need all the help she can get to humanize herself a little more in their eyes, if she's going to climb the social ladder like she plans.

Despite all progress he's made, Dave can't help the faintest of cringes appearing when she uses that word. It's followed by a little prod of guilt and a subsequent grumble of general displeasure like a discontent puppy.

"I don't want to shoehorn you into anything you don't want to be." He moves his hands to tap a rhythm idly on her wrist with his fingers to soothe himself from babbling into a corner. "It's not the word that doesn't work for me. It's the quadrants." He hates saying it so soon, because he feels like he's ruining the mood way too quickly. He's far more accustomed to pretending these things aren't a problem, but he wants her to hear it from him and not someone else.

"Last time I tried it out, it didn't go so great. I mean, probably not as godawful as things went for you, but I think we can call Eridan his own isolated case of awful." Which makes him consider that the things that happened with Terezi could be the exact same thing, it's the circumstances that make all the difference, so.. "If you wanted to date someone else, you'd tell me, right?"

Feferi's silent for a moment, more than anything because she doesn't know what he's really trying to say. Sometimes with Dave, it's all about trying to decode what he's really getting at. She doesn't know much about his relationship with Terezi, other than the fact that it was a Thing that happened once upon a time. Does he not want her to have other quadrants, or does he just want to know about them first?

"Of course I would tell you!" She can't imagine a scenario where she wouldn't be up front with one partner about her other quadrants. It doesn't seem very productive to her, if she can't create harmony of some kind between them. "If it makes you feel better, I don't really have any other prospects right now. I have other things to worry about, besides trying to find a new moirail."

Sometimes, Dave is only semi-aware of how cryptic he gets when he's shy about the subject. He's slowly realising that he's projecting more than he means to, making it awkward with his stupid problems and just confusing Feferi. Even so, the comfort resonates with him more than he thought it would.

He seems to relax against her, humming agreeably and moving his arms up and under her so they can circle around her waist. "Cool." Is his only response, trying to compensate for rambling them around in a circle. "I gotta say though, humans are the whole package. We do all the quadrants at once, so you probably won't even need a Mwah-Rail."

All the quadrants at once. She's too busy thinking about those words to reciprocate at first, staring blankly for a good few seconds before she gently pushes at his shoulders, just a little. She doesn't want him to go away, but now she's got some awkward questions of her own.

"Wade a minnow." Feferi might not ramble when she's feeling off-balance, but the fish puns do come out in full force. It doesn't help much, but they're comfortable. "You wouldn't prefer human girlfrond, would you? I won't be mad if you say yes, if this is just a good opperchtunity or waterebber..." Reel it in, Peixes. Very few things make her nervous, but the prospect of this relationship already being doomed sets her on edge a little. She takes a deep breath and exhales slowly, and continues on with as few puns as she can manage. "I really just want us to have a chance. What if I can't be all those things for you at once like another human could?"

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That question is enough to make Dave jolt upward, like she just clipped his nipples and sent in the volts. He doesn't remove himself entirely, but he sits up fast enough to make a point.

"No! Hell no." He purses his lips and it almost looks like he's pouting down at her, particularly when his brows furrow together to match. "I didn't mean to imply that, alright? I've just been fucked over before." He lowers his voice to a grumble, hesitant to admit the stupid little sore spot he has for quadrant nonsense. He settles himself back down once he's been suitably dramatic about it all, gingerly lifting his hand so he can cup her face and feel like his own dramatic, teen movie. "I don't want you to be all those things. I just want you to be you, that's what matters to me. Everything else we'll figure out as we go, alright?"

He feels so saccharine right now it aches, even more so because the words are as sincere as they are lame. He's glad nobody else is privy to him vomiting out cheesy lines, now he just needs to hope Feferi doesn't laugh in his face for it.

At least Feferi is easily placated, and her fins relax along with the rest of her. You can't blame a girl for worrying, but at least now the question is out of the way and she feels a lot more at ease about this human romance thing. She still doesn't know how it's really going to work out for her, but she's willing to give it a try. Putting a hand over his, she gives a thoughtful hum of approval.

"Okay, okay, point taken!" Giving his hand a little squeeze, she hooks her free arm around his shoulders to pull him in closer again. "We will do the human thing, just so long as we can get back to that other thing we were doing."

Really, a simple no would have been enough for her, but if his rambling didn't endear her at least a little, they wouldn't be here right now. The habit might even start rubbing off on her a little, but at the moment, she's got her priorities.

Dave doesn't blame her, given that this became an ugly insecurity parade because of his big mouth and bigger insecurities. When her fins settle, he takes it as a good sign, turning his hand so he can squeeze back.

"We don't have to call it one way or the other yet. We can compromise." The last thing he wants to do is trap her or make her unhappy, and he knows she feels the same way. Now that he's said it, it feels more like he's willing to work with whatever she gives him rather than trying to be stubborn one way or the other.

"Until then, you can be my, uhh... Gillfrond. I guess. And I can be your Dave because I don't need a nickname." He nods, knowing that won't fly but saying it anyway.

"You can be... my knight in a silly cape!" Because he neither has armor nor shiny clothing. Now that he's said it, though, she has to think up the worst nicknames that she can possibly imagine. This will take some time, though; she'll ruminate on it and come back with something really good later. For now, it's time to dial the sap back up, because he's starting to out-sap her and she can't have that. "Maybe I will just call you the best thing about being in this stupid place. I think that has a nice ring to it, don't you?"

Running her fingers through his hair, she musses it up a little, then smooths it back out again; rinse and repeat. She's content enough to just see what happens, since she certainly doesn't have any other quadrant prospects anyway, and arguing about it isn't in her nature. Plus, it would kind of ruin the moment. She just doesn't want to let him down, but if he's okay with it (whatever it is), she is too.

"I like Dave better." He grumbles, but the fight clearly isn't in his voice right now. He's too pleased with the fact that they can put his stupid worries behind both of them and focus on the fact that this is finally happening.

Another sincere smile forms on his lips, it's small and definitely shy but it's there. "Better than the aquarium?" He'll take the hair mussing in his stride, finding he very much enjoys the sensation to the point where he'd like it if there were a way for her to never, ever stop.

"Mmm, tied with the aquarium. Now maybe if we put you in the aquarium..."

As funny as the thought is, she's not going to get off topic again. They have plenty of time to talk, she has other things in mind. She pushes herself up as much as she can and pulls him down the rest of the way, to pull him back into another kiss. More relaxed now, she's got a lot of missed smooching to make up for, for all the time they were pretending to not really be into each other while pretending to be into each other.

"Just stick me somewhere I don't have to swim all the time. Like the penguin enclosure or something. I could get used to that."

He has a fondness for birds above most animals, after all. Penguins are where their interests cross over, given that there tends to be a section for them in a lot of aquariums.

Even so, he's happy to let the conversation pitter out when he does. He's more interested in making up for all the times he wanted to kiss her and didn't, so this is pretty goddamn cathartic. If he stays here all afternoon, he probably won't even notice.

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