fear the reaper.

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She just wished he would look at her, if only for a moment. Feeling a bit bold, she took hold of his chin, forcing their eyes to interlock. "I’m fine.” She spoke the last word with such ferocity, such intensity that it surprised even her, and she took a step back. She spoke again, but this time it was as gentle as the summer breeze. "——I mean it. I’m fine, you know." Her glance was downcast, unable to look up.

And when she heard him speak, she glanced back up again, a bit surprised that he was able to call her out on her own falsities. Managing a bitter smile, she laughed. "You could tell, huh——?" Vine was unsure of what to do with herself, unsure of what to say. Her once cheery facade had been gone, it had faded away along with whatever good mood she had carried with her before. It perturbed her, really, how he could just march into her life and tear down all of the fronts she had put up, destroy her masks. Each remark and each action marking her deceptive exterior, destroying what little false pride she contained within her.

It was just oh so infuriating that she had managed to fall for the one person who made her life a living hell, for the one person who could see her for what she was rather than what she made herself out to be. "To be honest, I———" she paused. "Yes, I do want to see the comedy, but that’s not important right now." The girl decided to be honest from then on, not only to Milo, but to herself as well. "——that is an issue, isn’t it. Ah, well, I’ll pay you back. For now, let’s just leave."

"Make me happy——" she thought for awhile, a long while. Raking her brain for something— anything— that could make her happy again. "Being with you." It was cheesy, sure, but it certainly wasn’t a lie. Being with Milo had made her the happiest she’d been in awhile, and she longed to spend more time with him. Even if it was just this one night, she was sure she’d be happy.

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His dark eyes stayed on her own as he awaited the answer to his question, his gaze more intense than it usually ever was; he had found the answer to the feeling in his stomach. She had to be happy, and she wasn't. Milo had no possible way of knowing what would make her happy, though, because even he knew of his general inability to connect and understand other people. Placing his hands on her shoulders, he continued, "Anything that will make you happ--"

And then she answered.

"Being with you."

He was surprised, even more confused, and he stared at her with wide eyes. It must have been silent for minutes, Milo only staring straight at her with a certain expression of awe that couldn't really be placed. The answer had been unexpected; it had been weird, and to the recluse it almost seem contradictory. He scared people. He made stories, videos, legends, and tales that were supposed to leave people cowering in fear, leave them terror-struck and shivering. 'Happy' was never an adjective used anywhere near him, nor had he ever really wanted it used near him. "B-B-Be with me..."

The only words he could really force out were "A-Are you... sure?" because he was so surprised, so unused to the statement. Hell, he barely understood what she meant by it. Be with her? Wasn't he there with her right then? Hadn't 'being with him' made her cry? Removing his hands from her shoulders, he let them rest at his side as his shoulders fell.

Eyebrows furrowed, he said honestly, in an almost defeated manner. "I... do not understand."

The girl felt quite stupid really. She lacked the grace to avoid someone who had been lying on the floor, and then ever lacked the decency to remove her body from his. Rather, she just sat there, unaware of the fact that she had been exposing a sight she didn’t want anyone to see. And she had been blissfully unaware of this fact until someone had decided it was alright to point it out. "——what are you saying I don’t—" and then it hit her. She fumbled to change positions, effectively only moving the two into a more conspicuous position than the one before. Unsure of what to do anymore, she simply plopped herself on top of him and gave up. "I give up. I can never win." She muttered into his chest, listening to him breathe. It was only a few moments later when the urge to pee returned to her, and she darted out of the room, showing off a bit more than she wanted to.

He slowly took his hands off of his eyes, slowly staring up at her. "U-U-Uhhh..." His cheeks were red, even more so when he felt her laying on his chest; he stiffened up, the only words able to come out of his mouth in unrecognizable stutters. Why was she on him, why didn't he really mind, why was he so hyper sensitive to this-- Milo let out a deep breath he didn't know he was holding when she lifted off of him, and a shiver went down his spine. Giving a glance to her as she left, he let out a screech when he saw her underwear again. "Wh-Wh-Wh--" The moment she was out of the room, he scrambled onto the bed, lying face-down on it with his head in the pillows. He didn't know how to deal with this. He didn't know at all.

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Vine prayed for—— among many things—— the ability to go unseen by her companion, and it seemed that they had been answered due to the fact that he paid little to no attention to her as she cried throughout even the quietest scenes of the movie. She put in her best effort to keep quiet, hoping that no one— Milo especially— would notice her and that she could continue on crying. She had cried for perhaps twenty minutes before she had been interrupted by the very person whom she hoped wouldn’t notice.

He had been quite gentle about everything, interlacing his fingers with hers and leading her out of the theater without saying a word. His grip on her hand tightened, and she found it comforting in an odd way. Nevertheless, her crying didn’t seem to cease, even after she had been safely outside the theater and away from the cries and pleads of the victims. They had been silent for awhile, just standing there while she cried. It was only after a few minutes when Milo spoke, and she found her tears slow when she spoke. "——it’s not— don’t blame yourself." The last thing she wanted was for him to think he was responsible for her tears when it had been the producers of the movie instead. She gave him a cheery smile—— a false one—— to prove to him that she had been fine.

"I’m fine! You don’t need to worry about me, we can go back and finish the movie, okay?" Vine attempted to reassure him that she had been perfectly fine, lightly tugging at him in the direction of the theater. The truth was, she was far from fine, and going back to the theater was definitely something she didn’t want to do, but she’d manage if it meant that Milo would have a nice time. He began to speak, looking away from her, and a small frown worked it’s way onto her face. She stared at him for a moment before leaning up on the very tips of her toes and leaning in, kissing him on the cheek. "You know, I suddenly don’t want to see the comedy." Another lie, but she was willing to sacrifice something such as seeing a movie she had wanted to see for quite awhile now. "Let’s go get something to eat, okay?" It was a miracle, really, how she could eat so much candy and then cry yet still have the appetite. Nevertheless, she wanted to take the other out to eat, and she would do so.

"——let’s see, do you have a place in mind?" She asked the question while looking through her wallet, praying that she had enough for whatever place he may request they go to. After trifling through her wallet, she was a bit disappointed to find that she only had enough money to buy them something from a fast food restaurant at best. If she didn’t end up having enough, she could always cook, but she had been feeling particularly lazy that day, and preparing a meal for two sounds like far too much work.

"...Hn." Despite what she said, Milo had all but refused to look at her-- he wanted the feeling in the pit of his stomach to go away, and he figured this was his best bet. There was something about the tone of her voice, though, that was off sync with her words. It didn't sound... well, genuine. His frown deepened after he thought for a moment, and he turned to look at her to confirm his suspicions, only to turn away again the moment after.

"It is fake," he said softly, staring at the ground. "Both. The smile and the words." It was mostly to himself, really. It made the feeling worsen, though, and it only served to confuse the boy even more than he already was. He had no knowledge of what to do. Stiffening up when he felt her lips on his cheek, he reddened slightly, but still didn't look at her.

Another lie.

"You still want to see the comedy, though. Th-That should make you feel better." A hypothesis, but it wasn't unfounded in the slightest; it was what she originally wanted to see, so it should work, right? "I..." 'Don't want you to cry?' 'Don't want you to be sad?' Milo didn't know how to continue that sentence. "...already bought the tickets." No, no, that's not what he wanted to say, he couldn't care less if the tickets went unused, he only cared if she was-- happy.

Maybe that was it; that could get rid of the twist in his stomach. It was the only thing different than usual, after all. Vine wasn't happy, obviously the opposite, and it was affecting him. Milo had no clue as to why such a effect was occurring to him, and he didn't really care at the moment.

Finally turning to look her in the eyes, the young man asked simply, hurriedly, "What will make you happy right now? Going to eat, going to see the comedy? Something else? I do not have the capacity to guess." A pause, and he quickly added after taking a step closer, "And do not lie."

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"—close your eyes, and imagine you are somewhere else. Somewhere that you really want to be.” While it didn’t necessarily cause you to forget things, it did cause you to disregard reality for a moment. And after telling him to do so, she soon fell asleep in his bed. It was an hour later when she awoke to the scent of Milo’s pillows and the irritating urge to pee. Lazily, she slipped out of the bed and took a few steps forward only to trip over something—— a human body. Worried, she freaked out for a short while, not remembering anything that had happened before she fell asleep. Sucking in deep breaths, she regained her sanity and realized where she had been. "——uh, good morning?" She had just tripped over someone and that was the only thing that she could think of saying. God, was she embarrassed beyond belief.

Doing as she said proved quite helpful, actually. Even thinking about various stories and more he could write gave him the chance to calm down as she slept; his eyes would open every so often to merely stare at the ceiling. All he could hear was her even breathing and the whir of the ceiling fan during the hour she was asleep, the young man actually getting a tad bit sleepy himself. It was rare, him being relaxed enough to go to sleep during the daytime without the proper provocation, but here he was, his eyes starting to get heavier and heavier-- until he felt a foot kick his side and his eyes snapped wide open. "What--" A glance up, and he saw... something he definitely shouldn't have seen. Face instantly flicking red, he didn't even hear the next thing she said because he was too busy slapping his hands over his eyes. "Sk-Sk-Sk-Skirt-- u-u-u-u-underw-w-wear--"

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Vine wasn’t paying much attention to the state Milo had been in. Rather, she was gleefully eating the candy that she had bought herself. She struggled to distract herself from the screams from the movie with her candy, and ended up running out of sweets within thirty minutes. Then, she turned her attention to the screen and attempted to watch, btu only ended up cowering in fear moments later. Tucking her feet into the chair, she hid her face in her knees, praying for the screaming to stop.

She could barely hear Milo’s dark chuckle over the commotion, and it only caused herself to hide deeper and deeper in her knees until her stomach hurt from the lack of space. Things had begun to take a turn for the worst when a particularly scary scene came around, and the Vine began to cry. She only began to cry harder, party because the movie was only getting scarier and scarier, and also because she had been so ashamed of her lack of bravery.

She had barely noticed Milo lean in, and was only aware of how close he was when he began to speak. She listened to his every word, attempting to use him as a distraction for the movie. "I know it’s only a movie, but——" she paused to hiccup through her tears "—I’m still scared." Vine then decided to heed his advice, and began to count through the scariest parts of the movie. However, she found her attempts futile, and only felt as if she was counting down to her own imminent doom. Giving up, she simply placed her hands over her ears and began to hum quietly to herself.

It worked for some while until the screaming began to grow more intense, and her own sobs grew along with it. It was degrading, really, crying in the middle of a movie theater because you are scared of something that’s fake, something that would never happen. Nevertheless, the girl sat there, crying her little heart out and hoping the movie was over. Things began to calm down, and she peeked out from her hiding place, only to witness possibly the most gruesome death she had ever seen. The sight of all the blood and guts elicited a sharp scream from the girl, and she went back to crying promptly.

After he had turned back to watch the movie-- which, in reference to all the reactions, was getting to the good part-- it had only been a couple minutes or so until his attuned ears heard... crying. Attention snapping to his side, Milo's eyebrows furrowed as he attempted to adjust his eyes in order to see his companion better. Once he could, of course, his eyes widened slightly. Wh-Why was she crying? Why did he not hear it before now?

He gave another glance to the screen, and at a particular gory scene, the young man heard her start crying again, even harder this time. That feeling of apprehension and confusion was back in his mind and swirling around in his chest. This time, though, it was different from before; it was unpleasant and... constricting. He heard another sob, and he all but panicked. "A-Ah..." In a split second decision, Milo reached over and intertwined their fingers together, tugging her up slightly. He didn't say a single word (he wasn't quite able to say anything anyway) as he pulled her out of the theatre, his lips pulled into a concentrated frown.

That squeezing in his chest was still there, and it was getting more and more uncomfortable the more and more he thought about the fact that she... had been crying. Holding her hand a bit tighter, Milo finally looked back at her the moment they were out of the theatre room. A long pause, and he mumbled, "I... am sorry." That's what he should say, right? 'Sorry?' He had no idea what to do, what to make her feel better, but he hoped that leaving the movie helped somehow. The young man was completely at a loss on how to stop someone from crying-- hell, he had never bothered to pay attention to other's tears before then.

Now was somehow different, though. He did care, and he did feel bad about it; he just didn't know why.

Sucking in a deep breath and looking away, Milo said slowly, lightly, "The comedy does not start for another twenty minutes," After a moment, he realised his fingers were still intertwined with her smaller ones, and he immediately let go. "W-We can wait until then."

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Vine was quite calculative when it came to choosing which line to enter. Some were longer than others, and it had been hard to tell who was apart of what line in the disordered throng of people. Defeated, the happy girl chose a line at random and fell into it, not minding so much considering that her spirits were far to high to put a damper on them. Her companion was quite quiet, and she watched him through the corners of his eyes, noticing that he had been wide-eyed and scarlet. The sight of him being so flustered nearly triggered her to giggle, and it was quite a struggle to hold it back.

The people in front of them dwindled away, and they slowly—— albeit faster than before—— neared the front of the line. To pass the time, the girl carefully examined all of her choices, unsure of what to choose. She was fully aware of the fact that she could have whatever she liked, but she did feel a bit guilty about the fact that she’d most likely drive him bankrupt, so she instead decided only to buy four candy bars rather than buy out the whole counter. At his words, she smiled. "Alright!" Hesitantly, she selected a few favorites before paying—— unbeknownst to Milo.

Squeezing his hand to get his attention, she looked up at him. "We can go now." And with that, she led the still-flustered boy to their designated theater and took a seat in the dead center of the theater. She refused to sit anywhere else, and would have thrown a hissy-fit if they didn’t sit there. Vine sat down, a bit reluctant to do so. A series of horror movie trailers played on the screen, and she looked everywhere but there.

The lights shut off, and Vine could feel her inevitable doom drawing closer to her. The beginning was typical—— a small family with little children and an older sister, a couple scenes to get you to jump. Most people in the theater weren’t frightened by such scenes, except for her, of course. She jumped at every single sudden noise and movement there was, occasionally eliciting a short cry of fear. Embarrassed, she buried her face in her hands. Opening up her fingers a crack, she glanced over at Milo whom had been watching intently and she began to wonder how he could stand these kinds of movies.

He was almost completely unresponsive, his mind far away from the theater as it continued to ramble on about thoughts concerning what had transpired previously. It was obvious to almost anyone that met him that he had basically no social knowledge whatsoever; being a recluse most of his life, Milo had never needed such things. Now, all of a sudden put into these situations, the young man was completely and unnecessarily flustered.

All he was aware of was that he was being pulled into a dark theatre, and he didn't finally snap out of his revere until the screen flickered to the movie. It was like a switch was turned on; his dark eyes brightened in the slightest, his attention turned completely to the movie in front of him, and a wide grin spread across his lips.

"Fufufu..."

This was his element. Not a thing scared him of the movie, but damn if it wasn't intriguing. He could see what made the other people in the theatre react and in what way-- perfect for seeing what things people thought were actually 'scary' or just 'creepy.' He was trying his hardest to keep himself from snickering anymore, but it was hard for the grinning boy. A quick glance to his companion, and his grin faltered for the briefest of moments.

A pause in thought, and during one of the moments in the movie Milo was sure would be calm, he leaned over to whisper in her ear, "While it usually does little help to say it is 'only a movie,' what does help others to stop the jumping is to count down from ten." He gave a quick glance to the screen to see if anything was happening, and when it wasn't, he continued. "Whenever you get that feeling something may appear to cause you to jump, start counting down. The numbers should help."

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"If you say so." Oddly enough, she began to trust the boy despite their past differences. Perhaps now was the time to set their discord aside and to try to at least be civil with each other—— maybe even friends. Vine wouldn’t necessarily mind being friends with the boy so long as he didn’t cause problems for her. As a matter of fact, having a new friend would be nice despite their obvious dissimilarities.

"I shouldn’t have——" They both knew very well that she wasn’t supposed to do what she did, yet she had done it and she couldn’t undo her actions despite how much she wished to do so. The comedian decided that it’d just be best to forget what had just happened between the two and just to focus on trying to muster up the courage to sit through the horror movie. Her face was bright red, the color almost more vibrant than her hair.

For some odd reason, she could still feel his lips on hers. It was a nice feeling, but she wouldn’t ever say this out loud, ever. Raising a slender digit to her lips, she rested her hands on her tingling mounds and flushed an even deeper shade of red. Vine was unsure of what had possessed her to do such a thing, and she was even more unsure of how she had truly felt on the matter. And then Milo had leaned in and kissed her again. This one lasted only a few more seconds than the previous one, and it had taken her completely and utterly by surprise, yet she enjoyed it.

As Milo turned around, she found a giddy smile blooming on her face. She couldn’t quite understand why she had felt such a way for a man sworn to be her arch-nemesis, yet she found herself enjoying it in quite an odd way. His stuttering had only caused her grin to widen further, and she found herself quite contented with the unexpected turn of events. Perhaps she was just reading far too much into the situation, but she didn’t mind. She was happy, and that’s all there was to it. Feeling bold, she took his hand as soon as he paid for and received the tickets to both movies. "Let’s go! I still want that candy." And as an elephant never does, Vine never forgot a promise of candy, and she was quite determined to receive that candy.

"Y-Yes," He mumbled absentmindedly in his usually-smooth voice, eyes still wide and heart beating against his chest faster than usual. The poor boy was still in a confused daze-- not just at her actions, but at his own. Milo had no idea what had possessed him to kiss her again, but he knew that it had to be a byproduct of his confusion. Letting her drag him towards the candy counter, he continued to attempt to sift through the muddled waters that was his brain at the moment.

Thoughts of why, what caused it, and-- how it felt made another fidget shiver his entire body, and his cheeks redden almost ten-fold. Physical contact was weird. He wasn't used to it. He barely even knew how to respond to it. If there was one thing he knew, however, it was that he had enjoyed the contact from the shorter young woman quite a bit. Maybe that's why he did it again, after she had turned away-- because he wanted to see if he had really enjoyed it. And, well, he did.

It was odd, he figured, that he enjoyed such a thing, especially from one whom he had sworn was his opposite, one he was to never get along with-- but here he was, his lips twitching into what could be considered a smile if he knew how to genuinely make one. There was a warm feeling at the bottom of his chest, though, that felt oddly pleasant. He had not the slightest idea what to think of it, though.

Looking away from her once they neared the counter, the blushing boy gestured to the rows of candy, voice dropping to that deep mutter again, "Choose wh-whatever you want." And then his eyes flickered to the fact that she was holding his hand, and that made him turn even redder. More contact. His mind started racing again, and he attempted to distract himself from thinking about it too hard by looking at all the surrounding movie posters.

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It seemed like her plan had been successful, for she was in front of him and he was quite motionless, barely making any noise. The person before her got out of line, and she took gentle steps forward, as if trying not to make such a commotion that she’d shock Milo out of his thought. It seemed to be working for awhile, because she had almost made it to the cashier before she was interrupted.

Milo stepped before her, and she was quite irritated by this face. He looked a bit dazed, and she wondered for a moment why he had looked at her that way, but quickly dismissed it when he began to speak. "Compromise——?" The girl mulled the idea over a bit, thinking carefully. "———what if you’re going to trick me?" Vine could be too trusting at times, and she didn’t to make the same mistake with Milo and end up peeing her pants in the middle of a horror film. She had been too lost in her thought to even notice how close he had been.

It clicked to her in a matter of moments, his breath warm on her face. She was unable to think for a moment, and then a thought came over her. She didn’t know why it had came to her in such a moment, it just did. Vine contemplated it for a moment, wondering if sh would regret what she was about to do. She stared at Milo for a bit longer, and she found herself unable to resist.

Leaning in, she closed the distance between them. The kiss didn’t last too long, because soon after they kissed, she had realized just what she had done. Pulling away, she looked away, face completely and utterly red. "I—— I’m sorry. I do—don’t know wh-why."

"I am not going to trick you," He supplied easily, honestly, staring at her unblinking. "We see both, we are both content, yes?" It seemed logical to the tall young man; a compromise would no doubt help this situation. Milo kept his dark eyes on her contrasting bright ones in an effort to gauge her reaction to his proposal-- she was silent, after all.

"I will keep my wo--" It was only for a moment, but the second of a kiss made him stall in his words, his eyes opening wide in an almost comical fashion. H-Had she not just been-- yelling at him not even five minutes prior? Milo's linear mind was reeling in circles, confused at her action, her reaction, and overall how he was feeling about it himself.

Even as she apologised, he wasn't thinking about it; he was completely speechless, alarmingly confused, and slightly curious. The curiosity stemmed from the simple fact that he had somehow found the contact... pleasent. His body seemed to be on autopilot as he lifted his long fingers to her chin, turning her face back to his before placing his lips on hers again.

A brief moment's pause, and the young man broke the kiss as he stood up straight, entire body stiffening as he turned on his heel in a nearly robotic manner. Awkwardly pulling money from his wallet, Milo stuttered out, "T-Two tickets to th-the--" He didn't know what to say, he couldn't even get the words out, he was too flustered. "--th-the c-comedy a-and the horror." Both. He got tickets to both when he could have just gotten the tickets to the horror His eyebrow twitched; such was the only sign of really any movement.

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"It’s relevant to me," Vine muttered the statement halfheartedly, barely making an attempt for her words to be heard. She pondered over his proposal for a moment, wondering if all the candy was truly worth the sacrifice of her dignity. Vine had been about to accept his bribe when Milo himself had responded to her own hopeful attempt to bribe him. "Or brownies—— any baked good you want, really." With enough effort, she could bake just about anything from scratch. She prayed that he would accept.

She found herself snorting at his statement. "Call it what you’d like. I don’t care so long as I get to see the comedy." What she had needed was a good laugh to aid her in unwinding after the long week, and she’d receive that good laugh, one way or another. However, all hopes were lost as he refused the only thing she had to offer.

"Are you really sure you wouldn’t prefer the cake?” Seeing as all of her choices were gone, she decided that she’d cause him to fluctuate between the two choices until he become to distracted with his decision. And so she planned to buy the comedy tickets while he wasn’t paying much attention to what had been going around. That was only one piece of the plan, and she couldn’t even spring it into action until she had been released from his hold, something she assumed wasn’t going to happen anytime soon.

Assumed was the right word to use, seeing as the boy put her down soon after she wished he would do so. Ah, but there was a catch: he held her hand with a vise-like grip, meaning she was rooted to the spot. Nevermind such an obstacle, for Vine had been enrolled in mixed martial arts for quite some time, and she knew very well how to escape from someone’s grip. Doing so, she then darted in front of the boy. She did regret it though, for she missed the contact between them.

He really would prefer the cake, the more he thought about it-- she was distracting him, wasn't she? The troubling part was that it was working. Even though he had admitted to himself that he would rather have the cake than the horror movie-- it was very likely he was going to be able to guess what happened-- at this point, seeing the movie was a point of pride. If he gave up now, that would mean she won; that definitely couldn't happen.

Before he could say a single word on the matter, though, she broke free of his grip with skill he wasn't aware she possessed; he took a moment to stare at her in awe. His fingers twitched at the sudden lack of contact-- something he hadn't realised he had gotten used to. Deciding to pay it no mind, his frown deepened and the recluse stepped around her again. This time, though, he faced her, eyes narrowed in obvious concentration and determination.

"A compromise," He started, crossing his arms over his chest. "We see the horror movie, then the comedy." If he got to at least see the horror, it would be possible for him to suffer through the comedy. This was half a ploy to distract her, and half an actual suggestion; if he had to settle for seeing both, then so be it.

He made sure to stand directly in her way, bending down so he was closer to eye level with her-- a feat that proved more difficult than he thought because of their difference in height. "We both shall see what we want to see."

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A deep chuckle, and Milo said slowly, "It is rare that someone comes to visit me, you know." His lips were pulled into a sly grin, and he crossed his arms over his chest. "Well, how may I help you, miss~?"

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With a shrug of her shoulders, she complied. "Whatever," the word was half mumbled, half said under her breath. Vine then continued to sleep, here piece and quiet only lasting for a short amount of time before Milo began to make more noise again. She heard a slapping noise again, then a frustrated groan. "——look I said just forget about it. Pretend it didn’t happen.” And upon stating the statement, she rolled onto her side to stare at him. She was quiet about it, attempting to make her presence unknown. After watching him doing nothing for awhile, she began to grow bored and closed her eyes, hoping that at least she could squeeze in a few moments of rest before he started making noises again.

"It's kind of hard for me to forget about it," he muttered under his breath, opening his eyes to stare at the ceiling. Falling asleep at that point in time would be wonderful, but Milo was never really able to fall asleep on his own; most nights he was either battling insomnia or falling asleep only when he was dead tired. Needless to say, it took a toll on his outward appearance, one he didn't really care much about. A glance to the side, and he saw her facing him-- although she was asleep. For a brief moment, he envied the fact that she could just fall asleep so easily; a light, soft scoff left his lips before he folded his arms behind his head and closed his eyes to at least feign sleep.

As she lay in his bed, she listened to him breath. His breaths were shallow and quick, an abnormal pattern, but it was still quite calming knowing that he was just as flustered as she had been. She began to calm down, feeling quite sleepy. At his words, she hummed low in a response, thinking carefully before deciding to speak. "Let’s just forget about it." Her voice came out in a soft whisper as she grabbed one of his nearby pillows and clung onto it. Vine lay there for awhile, listening to the other’s breath even out. After a short while, there had been silence, and she found herself nodding off. She didn’t know for how long she slept, but she had a feeling that it hadn’t been quite long, for soon after she fell asleep, she was awoken once more by an odd slapping noise. Her body stiffened at the noise and she rolled onto her back. "What———?"

"G-Go back to sleep, or whatever it was you were just d-doing," He said stiffly, having only removed his hands from covering his face in order to say that one line. No, no no no-- he needed to stop thinking about this, it was making his twitch, making him squirm. All he had to do was... think about something else, right? Right. Another deep breath in, and a deep breath out. Cheeks still tinted red, he slapped his hand to his face again, a frustrated groan accidentally leaving his lips. Goodness, this was all feeling weird, especially since it was about her. It was more confusing and aggravating than all the other social constructs Milo had no idea about.

"J—Just stop moving!" The poor girl was completely unsure of what to do in such situations, especially since their current relationship had been quite rocky. The presence of something hard beneath her had only made itself more noticeable with each and every turn of his body. "I—— I don’t know th—that much." To be quite truthful, the girl had tried and failed to advance in her sexual knowledge, only to become quite embarrassed at the whole ideal and lock herself in her room for quite some days. "It’s——" she swallowed, hard, "It’s not—— your fault." Slowly, she regained the feeling in her legs, and removed herself from the boy’s body, only to tiredly plop onto his bed and turn over so that she hadn’t been facing him.

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The moment she said to stop moving he did, a heavy breath falling from his lips wordlessly. The tall boy removed his hands from his face but kept his eyes closed, all but steeling his posture as she moved off of him. He was embarrassed, to say the least, that he had been affected in such a way at all-- turning red, stuttering, and being flustered of all things-- by someone he told himself was an adversary. His entire body still felt like it was on pins and needles; the sheltered young man didn't know what to think of the sensation, nor how to explain it. Letting out another breath he mumbled in his low, almost-clear-again voice, "It is n-neither your fault." Milo kept his eyes closed, fingers fidgeting as he tried to get his brain to start working again. Of course, it was hard, because now he couldn't stop thinking about the feeling of-- His hands slapped back to his face as he got red again.

"I——I’m so sorry!" Her body was rigid, and she found herself rooted to the spot, unable to move. It struck her in that moment that perhaps a part of her didn’t want to move, and slowly, she removed her hands from her face to stare down at Milo, mouth agape yet speechless. The body beneath her begins to writhe, and he rubs her in a way that feels oddly pleasing. Immediately, her face flushed red again, and she stares away, still unable to move. Nevertheless, he continues to do so, and she soon begins to feel something unusual atop where she had been feeling. Her mind began to wander, eyes wide, and his sounds only confirmed her suspicious. "Y—You———-"

"I-I-I-I-I, u-uh, I--" Milo froze completely, his thin fingers covering his eyes (despite the fact that did little help to solve really anything). His hyperactive mind was attempting to find a solution, or even an explanation to what the hell was happening. He looked everywhere except right at her, even when she started to speak. When she paused, his eyes slowly turned to focus on her in unhideable curiosity. "Wh-What----" After staring at her a moment, he looked down and somehow managed to pale. "I-I-I-I am s-s-s-sorry---" Another futile attempt to move away left him red again, and he sputtered, "I-I-I-I--- d-don't know." What's happening, what's going on, exactly what he's feeling-- well, a lot of things.

Tired eyes took a glance at the short piece of fiction, lazily skimming the contents and reading them aloud. She had been halfway through it when it had occurred to her just what she had been reading. Immediately, she backed up, effectively tripping herself and Milo in the process. "S—Sorry. Let’s not read this one—— let’s read a d—different one." Vine had been too shocked to notice their position, but upon looking down on him, it soon occurred to her that she had been straddling him in quite a conspicuous position. Unsure of what to do, her skin flushed a deep shade of red, and her hands immediately flew to her face, covering her expression.

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"I am still not understan--" Usually, it wasn't that easy to knock the boy off his balance, but given his current state of unusual sheepishness and new habit of fidgeting, this time it was rather easy. Tripping backwards and landing on his back, he was too busy trying to get his bearings again to hear what she said. "--A-Ah, huh?" A couple blinks, and he stared up at her, then his eyes flickered to their position. Huh. His entire body basically turning red, the young man attempted to wiggle out of this position-- which, after about a minute, he realised wasn't a good idea. "A-A-A-A-A-Ah--"

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"You’re quite the modest one, aren’t you?" Her statement came out in a huff, crossing her arms—— which had been quite difficult to do while in Milo’s arms—- indignantly. His words only drove them both deeper and deeper into hell, and she could feel herself burning. "——you really should stop seeing things like that." And with that, she looked away from him, stationing her gaze at the ground.

"All of it!" She didn’t even attempt to hide the excitement in her voice. She liked sweet things, almost nearly as much as she enjoyed bitter things, and she liked candy far more than she liked cake or brownies. Vine then snorted, "Don’t even try to lie to me, I know you’re bribing me." And she might just agree to it, but not without a fight of course. "If you let me see the comedy, I’ll bake you cake!" Although she didn’t seem like it, she could actually bake quite well. Decorating was her specialty, though.

Things never went well when she saw a horror movie. To be truthful, she most likely wouldn’t end up sleeping tonight if they did end up seeing the horror flick.