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hnnng i wanna say something dirty in here

the point is me trying to help out a guy who seemed like he needed a little... friendliness?
not that i would presume myself to be a friend, hyungwon
/watching you rise, i move to rise with you, half-expecting it to be another night where i carry you back to your dorm, except when you seem to excuse yourself i'm left trying to occupy my hands, one at my hip and the other going to my hair/
oh yeah- i mean, good to get some sleep
but if you need anything... i'll be around
i would offer to give you my number but i think you'd scoff
so... yeah
/smiles, my hand falling from my hair in an arc at my side/
see you around

oh i was going to- because we were going to test your theory about seeing if you could remember things or not
but it'd have to be the head otherwise what's the point, you know?
/pushes myself up slowly, long legs going up and up until they disappear beneath my hoody, dusting my hands off on my trousers afterwards
you know when you sighed it made me think that
anyway. its been... a hard day. and i got another one coming up in the morning so...
see you around?

would it make you feel better to take a wack at someone, like myself for instance?
because i mean i might let you do it- just not to my head
/your own words cause me to lift a brow when you assert yourself as a merman, and i snicker quietly beneath my breath/
how did i make it seem like that?
i'm only saying i won't insist on you letting me help you
but i really don't expect you to understand

how do you know you'd remember that stuff if it happened to you?
you wanna test it out? maybe i could find a crowbar around here somewhere, if you like
/shakes my head for a minute before i snort at your words again, shaking my head once more at you
i know that- i'm a merman. clearly. friends with arthur curry himself
you make it seem like i'm punishing you for not helping me. i officially don't understand you

handsome stalker, huh? too late i'm not forgetting that one even if i suffer brain damage and memory less
/my brows rise toward my hairline, amusement plain on my features until you begin to cough and choke, and though i reach out a hand as if to pat you on the back i can only give your shoulder a little squeeze/
try not to breathe water- you're pretty, not a mermaid
/dragging my hand back, i sit back in my place with a sigh/
if you say so, i won't insist on helping

alright. count me worried, stalker
guess i should be grateful you're a handsome stalker at least, huh? wait- scratch that and don't say anything
/lowers my hand from my head, nursing the bottle of water again until half of it is gone at least this time, half choking on the last mouthful when you say eyeball sweat
fine-
/coughs the water up that's gone the wrong way, nothing more than a couple drops to cause the irritation as my breathing returns to normal
i'm fine- i'm sure the headache will go away soon

maybe you should be a little worried
/holding up my hand, i pinch my thumb and forefinger together though when you touch your temple i opt against teasing anymore/
it does sound contradictory, but i'll forgive you this time
do you need anything for your head? probably doesn't feel great after all that... eyeball sweat

now you make it sounds like you only pop out when i'm around. should i be worried about you stalking me...?
/tilts my head a little, gently brushing my fingers over my temple as it thobs with a long awaited headache
oh it says nothing bad about me. other than you're weird for finding me interesting
... that sounded contradictory but i think you know what i mean
i hope

not really, no
/catching a hint of that smile on your face, i figure i might be on the right track except for the fact you seem to shake it off/
that's alright- i'm not around much so maybe that's easy to miss
/shifting a little, my brows rise toward my hairline, and i gesture in your direction/
what does that say about you if i'm a weirdo for being intrigued by you?

maybe. no point in telling you that though, is there?
/smiles a little again, shaking my head afterwards as i almost feel as if i don't have the right to smile for now
i didn't. notice- i mean i didn't notice
/disliking tripping over my own words, i sigh and shake my head, rubbing the back of it for a moment as i straighten up, not hiding my face despite its current state
so you are a weirdo. but this time its for being intrigued by me

have you thought anything i've said was good?
/arches a brow, my expression growing a little childish in spite of my age, looking on in mock surprise/
my deal? oh- that
/lifts a hand, waving dismissively and then making a sort of vague gesture, uncertain where to put my hand after/
in case you hadn't noticed i'm not flirting with anyone else
i just happened to meet you, and i'm intrigued

/rolls my eyes as i listen to you, shaking my head to myself before i snort
that was... bad
but appreciated
/splays my fingers over my sleeve before i tug at the material, as if to replace the comfort of a person
so what's your deal, jean?
you just like flirting with pretty boys or?

lucky day for me indeed
/watching you look toward the side, my fingers curl, flexing, though i stop myself from reaching out to you much as i want to offer some comfort/
eh- i'm good with or without it
/bringing a grin back to my lips, i give a shake of my head after you say i don't have to take it/
oh no, i'll take it. i'll take anything i can get from you

well its your lucky day. i'm too tired to tell you to stop
/shrugs my shoulders gently, sighing a little bit to myself before i leaning my head into the crook of my arm as i look off to the side
just... feels like something i should thank you for
/curls my fingers into my fabric of my hoody, nuzzling it before i lift my gaze to look at you again
its okay. you don't have to take the thanks though

i'm gonna flirt with you any chance i get
i mean unless you outright tell me just to stop
/there's a hint of compassion in my expression, something warmer and softer than the goofy grins i've been wearing in an attempt to get you to smile/
why would you thank me for something like that?
/bringing my hand from my bicep to my hair, i brush my digits through the strands and push them back from my forehead/

now? you're going to flirt with me now when i'm all puffy and red and dumb?
/picks up the bottle of water again, sipping at its contents before i prop it between my shoes, folding my arms over my knees as i look at you quietly, face pressed to one of my sleeves
you are a strange man
/glances up from the bottle, looking back at you and giving you a small smile this time though its half hidden by my arms
but thanks... i guess

silly to you, but it makes perfect sense to me
/while you cover a portion of your face with your sleeve and grant me the opportunity to look at you, I tilt my head to look at you properly/
well it is kind of a chore, having to keep my eyes off of you
you should already know i would rather look at you when i can
/brings a hand up to the bicep of my other arm, rubbing along it in an almost fidgety gesture/

... i mean yeah. you are odd
/when you bring up the line i frown, remembering what you meant and it makes me shake my head gently
that's... silly
but then i suppose you wouldn't agree
/pulls my sleeves down along my hands after pocketing my tissues, covering the lower half of my face with my sleeve before i look back over to you
you don't have to keep looking away now... seems more like a chore anyway

well you also seem to think i'm weird anyway, don't you?
/tilts my head, my gaze briefly meeting yours when i pull a face, only to quickly and apologetically snap my attention toward the ceiling/
i have my reasons, okay? gotta keep my place in line
so please don't just dismiss me

well i couldn't think of another reason someone would want to stay around a bloated face, ugly version of me
so there we go
/gestures vaguely, sniffling for a moment before i brush my finger under my nose and sigh
i know i wouldn't want to keep me company

you're welcome
/sits across from you, legs folded, forearms resting on my thighs/
who said i'm staying because i have to?
/makes a show of looking everywhere in the room but at you while i keep myself between you and the exit from it, almost as if shielding you from other prying eyes/

/picks up another tissue, then another, clearing my nose by the time you come back and finally stopping the water works
...thanks
/takes the bottle from you, opening it and taking a sip from the contents, resting it by my feet after
i'll be fine. really. you don't have to... stay here

/when you say you'll be fine i set the tissues down and push myself up/
totally and completely not looking at you
/crosses myself before i venture out to find a bottle of water in the room, bringing one over to offer a little blindly to you, teasingly nudging your arm in the process/
a little water might help you feel better

/takes the tissue after sighing, wiping at my face with it before i sigh softly
thanks...
/turns around, slumping against my and holds my legs to my chest tiredly
i'll be fine. i have to be
just don't... look at me?

i disagree, and i think i'm in a better position to say
/plucks one of the tissues from the box and offers it to you while you hunch over/
then i guess i should be bringing you water instead of tissues
but here, this might help anyway

not pretty. not at the moment
/hunches over, not wanting you to see me as i wipe at my eyes
i think they're all gone already
i don't know where these fluids are coming for any more

don't shrink- it might mess up those pretty features
/screws on a lopsided, almost comical grin while i procure a box of tissues for you/
you're going to lose all your fluids like that

yeah well if i could shrink i'd love to, 'til i was nonexistent kind of way
and i don't know
my eyes keep doing this leaking thing and i'm tired of it

you're a little too tall for me not to see you
what's going on, pretty boy? what's got you dysfunctional?