#keep on crowing

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The other boys were so going to get it for blindfolding him in the woods. If his hands weren’t tied, he would already have been out of this and headed back to camp to punish them, but he was trapped. Trying to get his hands free.

When he heard rustling nearby he fell still, listening carefully. Lips pressed against his and he stiffened, then relaxed. Only one person kissed like that-- hesitant but rough all at once-- and he knew it was Merida.

Still... he pulled away and spoke quickly. “Get me out of these damn things!”

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Excuse you I am not perfect

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[text] Clever, clever boy. I'll try. But I can't make any promises. Time to go again. History is next. See you then, beautiful.

[text] History! I’ll be looking for you.

He doubted he would find his admirer. But he would still look, search for someone that seemed to like him. Perhaps soon he would find out who exactly it was, but he wasn’t going to actively search for the texter.

[text] I hope to actually see you soon.

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[text] You're making it so difficult to keep my anonymity. You're making me want to tell you who I am. If I can work up the courage by the time I give you your gift, then I'll tell you.

[text] That was kind of the point.

He wanted to meet the person behind the texts. If he had to tease and con him into revealing it, he would do so. Anything to learn more about his admirer.

[text] I do hope you find the courage. I want to meet you and I can’t do that if you stay hidden forever.

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[text] You trust me? But you don't even know who I am. How can you trust me?

That was a good point. He could be any number of people. How did he know this boy wasn’t just screwing with him? How did he know he wasn’t going to lure him somewhere and mug him or something?

[text] Because I can understand you. Your texts don’t tell me that you want to do something crazy. They tell me that you just want to talk to me.

[text] And, to be honest? I want to get to know you better. And really trust you properly.

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[text] You would? That might be incentive to let you know who I am. Though I'm still not sure that's a good idea.

[text] Course I would. I love letting people touch my hair.

But that sounded a bit broad, like he’d let anyone go at it if they only asked. And he was a bit more picky than that.

[text] Well. People only get to touch it if I trust them. And I’d trust you.

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[text] You`d let me touch it? I have to warn you, I`m good with my hands. And yes, take that the dirty way.

He flushed, burying his face in his hands when he read the text. How was he supposed to reply to that?! Even if it did make him feel a bit aroused just thinking about.

[text] I’ll have to warn you, my head and neck are extremely sensitive.

[text] Do with that information what you will.

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[text] Well you do have nice hair. I want to touch it sometimes. Just to feel it between my fingers.

Perhaps that was a little... odd, but not so much when he considers just how many people had come up and run a hand through his hair. Especially when it was freshly dyed and had the staff up in arms. Everyone wanted to touch it then.

[text] Well, when you finally reveal yourself to me, I’ll let you touch it.