language problems || se-reveiller
[ alright, no panic attacks so far today. he’ll add that to his tally chart sheet tucked neatly in-between folders and notebooks. it’s kind-of sad, but knowing he can manage a day means he could possibly manage a week. and a week means another until it’s four, and that’s a month — point is, he’s trying.
so when he looks up from his sheet to see caitlin at his locker, a raised brow comes before a smile until she totally just interrupts his train of thought via her lips.
holycraphowmanytimesisshegonnadothis. ]
"whoa, caitlin. hey, uh, didn’t see you there. or expect you."
[ can she even understand him? like, his lips are pressing against hers just as hard, and he should probably shut up because obviously they both like kissing each other, so. he’ll simply stop talking and rest his hands on her hips. ]
her lips move to his mouth when she meets no hesitation and he's mumbling something and it's probably really adorable. caitlin has a small internal debate about whether or not being verbally communicable is as important as being physically communicable, because the lip-locking deal they have is pretty damn pleasurable. in the end, the need to just hear him say things in addition to the fear of him attempting to actually speak paragraphs against her face wins out.
"would you mind repeating that? maybe not so closer to my mouth--not that i want to be farther from your face, but i'm better at speaking english than speaking make-outs."
