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"Yeah, but whining doesn't help. Just stick a vibrator up your ass for a few days and walk around, maybe you'll get tired of the feeling sooner or later." She shrugged, until a blank face shone over instead and she rose an eyebrow. "Wow, you're desperate. Either way, yeah, just tell the doctor you're having liberal libido lacerations and need some way to lessen the ever growing pain."

"Okay. Foot or fist?"

“No, I want it more and more because I don’t get any and that makes me whine and feel awful. I got excited when a guy brushed against me in the cafeteria, Lea. I was thinking about what to get to eat, not about getting a dick in my ass.” Sighing, he slumped down, defeated and exhausted. “I feel pathetic, it’s really awful. What would I even tell a doctor? I’m dying of sexual frustration, please save me?”

“… No. That part is too tender, uh… head injury. Yeah. That should work.”

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"Yeah, but when you whine you just think about how bad your life sucks that you don't get dick every few days like you used to, so then you want it more and more." She droned, not very sympathetic to his issues, but perhaps because she wasn't really facing the same problem, on the same scale as Touya with most things sexual. "I think this is serious, maybe you should go talk to a doctor and get something administered, before you turn into a rabbit."

"Okay, shall I boot you where the sun don't shine and let you die an ironic death, or just ... head injury."

“That’s the problem, Lea! I don’t whine because I think about it, I can’t stop think about it, so I whine. Everything makes me think about it, I’m like ten times more sensitive, it’s like everything is conspiring to make me frustrated. Nothing I try to do helps to distract myself, I don’t even want to eat candy, I try to sleep so I won’t think about it…”  He whined, burying himself further in his blankets.

“For once, yes. Please, do.”

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Lea's look of pure boredom was accidental, and she had to shake her head just to make sure she wasn't making it to begin with. That was like someone insulting something she enjoyed, which admittedly, she had done a few moments ago, but for her it was something entirely different. "I imagine Pokemon Anatomy is great,  really, but I have this burning... hate for Biology... I should have taken some other science."

"Oh? That's more my thing, if only music were fully practical and less appreciation slash theory, but I had to act brave and sign up for both when the guy asked me which. What class was it?"

"Oh, but Pokemon Anatomy is really fascinating!" Bianca grinned despite her friend's obvious disinterest. "It's just that there's a lot of material, especially for different types of Pokemon. I've had to spend the majority of my weekends making flashcards." Bianca sighed as if she were already exhausted just thinking about it.

"And uh... the other class doesn't really have a lot of material but you're graded on performance and I'm not exactly the best student in that class. I thought it'd be a fun class to take, but it's really really stressful!"

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Work was only a good thing on days where you didn't want to work, and by that she meant work out relationships. For the past days and those coming, she had planned out school work, offered to start more lessons, visited her parents and apologized for... being tardy, and even assumed a schedule for getting her university life back in order, all at the expense of seeing one man for the past week or so. Even now, she had found herself slumped over the small desk propped up against the window, slouching until a vibration rang, and upon checking the sender, her eyes widened. Huh, she had to hand it to him, he was getting braver.

TEXT: yooola austy. whats up?

Casual, curt, yeah. Texting was for losers.

Sexting :: Austin and Lea

It’d been days since he had last talked to Lea, after their setback and his broken heart. He’d spent the entire time in his dorm room unless to go and use the bathroom, or buy a quick snack. Laying on his bed sighing loudly, Austin was wondering if he should try to contact her and try to be friends, the pain still stung at the very thought. He asked to start over, but even so he felt worthless. Grasping at the phone in his hand, a loud sigh seeping from his lips as his fingers began typing away.

Text: Hey.

It was all he could muster to type, but it was a start, right?

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"That so? Which ones? I haven't seen you at all so I'm a bit behind on what you're studying." She hummed, although if Bianca were taking creative classes, the brunette could imagine her struggling with her natural clumsiness. That probably didn't come in handy. "I can relate, though. Let it be known that I don't care about the insides of the human body or plant - at all."

“Aha!” The blonde giggled at her response, a little thrilled to be hearing that old nickname again. “Well, I’ve been busy too, but not in the procrastination department. I kind of wish I got to take it easier this semester. Two of my classes are super stressful right now!”

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"You can learn to sculpt, there are so many classes in this place that you can take and I'm sure there's probably a club for it, too. Weirdo-- anyway, don't be so pessimistic. If you keep crying over it, you'll just keep thinking about it."

"And if you say it like that, would you like me to put you out of your misery quicker?"

“First, because I can’t sculpt.”

“Second, because no. It’s not like I keep thinking about it, you know. I try my best to forget it, but it doesn’t just work like that. It’s like everything keeps reminding me, and…”  Groaning, he buried his head under his pillows. “Leave me alone to dieee…”

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IIIIIIIIIII thought so.

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Adorable.

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"How about you stop thinking about touching Touya's naked body and just sculpt it? Like, that Lysippus who liked to make statues of nude, famous men?"

"That's productive. You can keep your mind on him and off him."

“Dying, that’s how. I’ve been trying to find a way to do that for over two months.”

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What the hell does your dictionary say, then?

Not in this lifetime..

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"Aah, don't worry, squirt. You'll find some way to relieve yourself."

“Leave me alone to die.”

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"I can pretend I didn't, but I guess I'll say I did since it's cute when you blush. Anyway," She shrugged, laying a hand on her hip and rolling her shoulders back. "Busy? I suppose that sums up a lot of work being done, procrastinated school work, mind you. What about you? Haven't seen blondie in ages."

“Lea!” She exclaimed, looking rather happy to see her old friend. “Aha, you heard that, didn’t you?” Bianca blushed slightly, both at the compliment and the fact that she heard her say that. “How’ve you been, Lea?”

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Lea hated relationships. They were a social burden to her, not only because her father sort of had a grudge against any man that came near his daughter, but simply because they were things that demanded attention. Nothing felt comforting about the need to do something that may have been diminishing at one point, in both the kinship and her personal business, not to mention that if they went wrong, there was the chance that it would ruin the bond completely. Pursuing a loving relationship was like balancing on a tight rope, and frankly, with a mind like her own where she couldn't stay in one spot for an hour at best, she didn't have the patience for it. Austin, however, completely tore down this wall. There was something about him that made her disregard this part entirely, as if the thought of being with the doting boy wouldn't be a chore in the future, that he wouldn't let her go if it didn't turn out right, something she had been enormously afraid of whenever it came to having a crush on Touya.

And then there was that. Deep down, no matter how much she had tried to get rid of those feelings, she still harboured an adoration for the Nuvema native, still sat on the very bed she stood next to every night and thought about what if scenarios here and there. If she had had the strength to toss aside her disfavor for a boyfriend-girlfriend status, then maybe she wouldn't have been here right now, and instead bugging her best friend like no tomorrow. It was this, that she still wouldn't have minded being with Touya, that dragged her further away from accepting the bluenet's feelings. Even if she had wanted to give it a chance, it was too obvious whenever she got jealous of people touching him, or irritated at the thought of him being happy with another person, and she couldn't put all of that weight on the boy who cherished her like an angel. 

It was pathetic, but she couldn't lean on temptation and be selfish enough to act like she loved him, for the sake of getting over one boy.

Glazed over eyes followed the older gentleman's limp form, that looked as though he was having trouble even walking, and she didn't doubt it, judging by the way he had collapsed earlier and found it difficult to even move from his position to the trash can. Pliers tugged at her heart strings with each drugged step, threatening to snap one and move onto the other after it was done twisting it. Was it supposed to be this bad? She didn't have any other time to compare it too, since she had avoided getting close and personal with people that had shown any interest in her, and now that she had that in mind, a section of her maturity began to put a lot of the blame on herself. Had she really led him on this much? Sure, he was fragile, but she had merely taken the same moves she had when flirting with people from before, and even if that was rare, she could have sworn it never had this much of an effect on either them or her.

It hit Whitlea, when he finally exited and shut the door behind him, that she had been walking on the tight rope the whole time. She should have tip toed and taken her time, just like she wanted – more time to get to know him – but instead she had settled for being far too playful, treated him just like everyone else that she had no promise of sharing a tight bond with, even when it wasn't like that with Austin. The room suddenly felt void of any existence, even her own, and the wrath inside of her wasn't aiming for anyone but her own idiotic decisions. Swallowing with nothing to wet her dry throat actually hurt, but she ignored it, retreated into a slow sit against the comfort of her bed and lifted her legs up, all of a sudden feeling springy and sore against her bottom, like everything was out to get her to stop trying to push it away. He's not just some boy, is he? No, he's not. 

”..Hey.. Lets.. Start over… Okay?”

The knock hadn't even drifted into her ears, nor the creaking of the door as it scuffed against the carpet flooring, but his words came like bricks albeit gentle since they were carried by his rather broken yet hopeful voice. Lea had dropped to the mattress as if her back couldn't sit up straight any more, but upon tilting her head to look at him, the smile struck her like an arrow, one of those stupid cupid ones that were supposed to hurt, but only bestowed love and affection in those whose body drank in the passion. Gross. Gross, gross, gross, and yet it felt so real – she guessed the metaphor had to come from a real feeling to begin with, and maybe it was this.  At first, when trying to get words out, a light burst of air came instead, but upon clearing her throat she smiled back at him, brows lifting judgementally. 

“Yeah... idiot..”

Getting the nerve to take Lea out again.

Her voice and the words she spoke ended up being the most intolerable sound hitting his eardrums. A blow-horn shoved against your head and exploding your eardrum was the only way he could think of describing it. This wasn’t how that was supposed to sound, nor was this how he had always dreamt it would go.. Yet, here it was exactly the way it was happening. Normally something as troublesome, as heartwrenching as this would have brought about a panic attack and he couldn’t quite understand why he hadn’t reached one yet. He’d never felt shocked about things before.. Only panicked, only scared and worried. Not a feeling of pure numbness, where even his cheek against the carpet wasn’t a feeling.

“You deserve someone better Aust, really.”

What she spoke toiled in his mind. No one really gave him the time of day, and those who did were only because she was around. Who could have been better? Quite frankly, he didn’t understand what she said or what she meant by it. To Austin, she was perfect in every form humanely possible. The concept of someone better than her was entirely not plausible for him. It’d would’ve been asking him to do merely the impossible when trying to search for someone who wasn’t who he wanted or felt that he needed.

Laying against her floor with no words to say or no ability to move gave him nothing but time to sit there and think about the issue at hand. The issue that he didn’t want to think about or even notice that it had happened. Instead, he just wished to block it out and forget this whole event had never existed in the first place. Moving his head just slightly, his eyes faced her bed and he was reminded of his jacket being there. If they had gone to the ball like he had first thought of, would this have happened? The possibility of it was high, but really in a room full of other people.. He wouldn’t have had the nerve. So that must’ve been it, if he stayed in public nothing would hurt him. Could hurt him, no matter what the predicament because he just wouldn’t let it happen again.

Turning away from his jacket, sky-blue eyes found Lea’s face. Even in his evident turmoil, seeing her face still made butterflies appear in his stomach. He still got chills, and the nervous sweats that came with this embarrassing crush from years before. Although tears still ran down his cheeks, Austin couldn’t help but swallow the lump in his throat and try to force himself to sit up. It was a struggle as his arms were jello just as his legs were. Using all of his strength, he forced himself to sit up right. His head once again facing the floor, the fabric still felt as if nothing were there. That nothing to his touch existed in this exuberant amount of pain. Craning his neck just so, he turned up to face Lea one more time. He had his heart broken but she continued to make him want to smile.. Love really was for fools, and it seemed Austin was the biggest one of them all.

Wiping the tears from his face, he gave a soft and very weak chuckle. Really he wasn’t sure why he did it, or what it was supposed to mean but it happened none the less. Reaching towards the second bed in her room, he used it as leverage to stand himself up. At least by using something to lean against could he stand and move, but by himself it seemed that he’d inevitably fall over again. Making his way from the bed and towards the wall, Austin slowly walked towards the door. What had happened in the room was already over and he couldn’t aim to fix that. Somehow in his time laying against the ground, and forcing himself to think and try to learn how to feel about this he came up with a better way to handle it. Opening the door knob gently, he began walking out the door and shutting it behind him.

The hall seemed empty and ghost-like. How late was it? There was no way so much time had passed while they were having their own little bit of fun.  Perhaps everyone had just decided to get out of the halls and get to their room or to the fancy event with their dates. Perhaps he needed more life experiences like those of the other students here until he could win her over. Giving a rigid sigh at his own ridiculous thoughts, Austin turned to face the door again. Wiping his face one more time he gave a loud knock against the door and awaited for it to open. When it did, the weakest of smiles brought onto his face. He was going to block this night, it would only make things worse if he didn’t.

”..Hey.. Lets.. Start over… Okay?”

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Despite her rejection, she didn't wanted to let go, as if her arms had non-physically wrapped an iron grip around his neck, and it made it all the more awful when her heart lurched more and more. Nothing was moving, there was this distracting cautiousness in the air that made her throat bulge with words that longed to spill anything other than nonsensical sorrys, and she now knew it was practically pointless. Who was she kidding, anyway? How did she expect to ever end this in some way that didn't utterly crush the man against her, whose feelings were so raw and innocent that she had difficulty comprehending them herself. It was almost a wonder to her how he could love her as much as he did, how he garnered the courage outside of his impeccably shy conduct to stand up and speak with her, dance with her, ask her out on dates, and yet she couldn't even return his feelings. Not the way she should be able to, she couldn't to lie to him and act as if it would all go fine. There was the chance that it might, that she may fall in love, but why dally along when she could inevitably never slip into the relationship and crush him later on?

Like water leaking off leaves in winter rain, she felt little drops exploding on her shoulder, dampening her skin and sending off in different directions depending where they hit. It wasn't just one tear, it was multiple, and it took her a few minutes of her twisted and late consequentiality to register each tick against her suddenly frigid flesh. She felt the shivers running up and down her spine, crawling over her arms, and it was probably the dreaded feeling that came with rejecting someone when you didn't wanted to, but to her it barely seemed to be the main issue. Austin felt like he was going to collapse right there, his body was dense and she didn't know what to do other than stand there and take it like she should, let him sob into her, which was pathetic in her shoes. There wasn't even the initiative to caress his back, ease him into the state of affairs, but within a second her arm was back at her hip and he was on the floor, leaving her hands empty and curling up against her chest instead.

She hated not having any control, honestly. Having to witness someone drop to your floor and watch them squirm for words, for any power over their stomach - she was quite sure he looked as if he desired to give up right there. To be brutal, she wanted to walk away from it like she always did; it was a first crush and every one never worked out, no matter how much you wished it would, but that was definitely biased. Whitlea was only the girl that he met one day, that held his hand for the sake of keeping him from throwing up in the cart, and over the years he had flatly fallen in love with her out of his own fantasies, over that one day where she was nice to him and he candidly knew nothing about her at that stage. Hanging on loose threads like hanging at the very top of a Ferris Wheel, she couldn't help but feel bad for him, really.

When his face collided with the floor, the brunette swallowed and finally lowered onto her knees, staring down at the mess that curled rigidly on carpet, and Lea swore her stomach forced her in the first place. If it all came down to it, she craved to tell him that she'd rather wait, that they got to know each other more before they jumped into a relationship, and that she was not the type of person he took her for. There was so much blindness in his passion that he had barely seen the bad sides of her throughout the past few weeks and there wasn't any possible way she was going to thrust them both into that – she didn't even know enough about him, but she sought for it. Yet, with all those untidy resolves, all she could do was run her tongue across her dry lips, and tell him;

“You deserve someone better Aust, really.” And it was probably true, no matter how self-piteous it sounded.  

Getting the nerve to take Lea out again.

Time seemed to pass by much longer than it really was. Seconds felt as if minutes as he stared into her eyes. The longer he waited, the greater his anxiety grew. An uneasy feeling growing in his gut as nothing was returned, nothing said and nothing gained. The only thing in reality was that he was being turned down. It was what he was able to figure out as she stood there like a ghost. Perhaps he’d been too rash, after all there was no reason for him to have done such a thing, they were only friends. ‘Only friends.’ The thought seemed to break his heart more than her rejection had.

When her chin touched his shoulder, Austin merely flinched. Heartbreak felt that much worse it seemed, when the words actually came out to be said. To know that truthfully you were turned down. Standing there frozen like a block of ice, Austin had no thought on what to say or how to feel. It’d been the first time this had ever happened, and maybe that was why he felt it so terribly strong that it made him want to vomit. Well, most everything did make him want to vomit when he was put into a position of uncomfortability but this one was different. He could feel the cracks becoming almost real, even if it was all just because of how depressing this was. His first love, giving him his first rejection.. He couldn’t react, at all.

Looking down at her own shoulder, Austin noticed spots that were incredibly wet, as he stared at the salty liquid hitting her skin he felt incredibly confused. Wait, was he crying? Reaching a hand up and rubbing it on his face he could feel the wet streaks. Crying around or with people was something he never liked, even if it probably happened more than not it was usually due to his panic attacks.. But this wasn’t a panic attack, and he didn’t feel anything but an incredible stabbing pain in his chest, an urge to throw up and now…. these tears. Could he even move, or were his legs jello again? Trying to lift one up even the slightest, it didn’t budge. All he could do was stand there, crying against her as she muttered soft apologies.

Lowering his hand, he lightly unwrapped Lea’s arm from his body. Placing it back at her side, he simply fell to the ground after. She was holding him up and right now he wasn’t sure if he could stand any longer. The queasy feeling beckoning him even more and more… Was there a trashcan nearby he could use? Maybe he should just lay down on her floor. The ceiling probably would have been calming, maybe. At least it could settle his stomach to stare at a single object instead of all over the space around him. Perhaps just stay sitting where he was and look at her floor. Unfortunately, she was still so close in proximity to him that it lead to him staring at her feet. Which only made his urge to purge what was wrong with him out stronger. Would he even have time to look at the ceiling? Leaning back, he finally spotted a trash can. Grasping out to it, he fell down and let out a slight gasp as his head hit the floor. Even if it was cushioned from the carpet, it still hurt with how heavy his body felt at the moment. Austin didn’t move after that point, his body feeling much to heavy to even try to reposition himself.

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To laugh at the boy who was trying his absolute hardest to impress you – yeah, that would be pretty terrible, but it was probably better than soaking in the silence any longer. It set the atmosphere, of course, calm and leaving them both to feel the steady beat of their hearts against each other's torsos, sometimes hearing it in the case of Austin, who's chest thudded into her own, almost as if the vessel behind it was doing its best to stay there and not jump up into his throat. His breath was low, surprisingly under control, and for a millisecond she felt like he was relaxing just like her, finally easing into the moment itself and perhaps entranced by thoughts. The latter was worrying, perhaps, as it brought up the possibility that he could be rehearsing what to do, what to say, whereas she was simply going on whim, but that wasn't the more perturbing part of it. Scaling her eyes up the wall over his shoulder, she kept her head high and her feet following his own, letting out small snickers at each misstep and nervous rivet.

The kiss that, for her, came out of nowhere brought her senses back, a sudden jolt that almost sent her lurching away from him, but that was honestly far too much and just over-reacting. The next thing she zoned into were the anxiously gentle lips that came with the motion, the solid crumbling that came soon after when he pulled away – his breathing returning, and she came to realize she had barely even had time to pay attention. That wasn't like her at all, and it bothered her, it irritated her to feel like she had missed something that meant so much to Austin, but inescapably knew why. Eyes that pleaded for answers whimpered down at her, a search for credence and adoption of his feelings, and even though she knew she should have leaned back up right at that moment and warmly returned the kiss, her neck felt rigid.

As if it would lessen the blow, she swallowed and for the first time in so long, her chest sank and a stone block of restiveness hit her in the ribs, made her teeth nibble along her lip – and she could still taste him there, still envision the little bit of heat that the friction left her with. Cradling her forehead against his shoulder after shifting her own arm over somewhat, she closed her eyes and then shook her head gently, whispering the most pathetic apologies into his ear that she had ever mustered up. Maybe that was probably the best thing to do at the moment when she couldn't rebound his feelings; at least give his heart a break. She liked him, she honest to god adored this boy, but nothing in her own heart felt like she could act as if the intensity of her own feelings matched his.

Getting the nerve to take Lea out again.

Austin took note as to how relaxed she seemed, as if there was no pressure at all. It made him wonder, had he ever seen her so blissful before? On most occasions with Lea, she seemed more outgoing. Really it always felt like he had to fight to be noticed. To try and talk when he really didn’t know how, or to even be accustomed to surrounding himself with people. But now, it felt as if he didn’t need to do any of those things, not right now. All he had to do was count his steps and watch his feet in hopes of not stepping on her own. Being a clumsy dancer at best left him having been exactly in the need of learning how to do so. Yet it seemed it didn’t do much help, going under the rules of an instructor was much easier than having to follow your own guidelines when you were inches apart from the girl you loved. The girl who seemed so calm and relaxed in his arms right now. The girl who made his heart beat uncontrollably with unconditional love. 

As she spoke, he felt himself nearly fall over limp, struggling his hardest to keep his jello like body from letting go and hitting the ground. It was impossibly hard with Lea’s added attempts of trying to off balance him. The treacherous ways of his body never really seemed a problem until right now, when it truly felt like he needed to stay in control. Doing his best to regain composure, Austin let out a tiny laugh as he solidly stared at her. “..Lea.. I—” He stopped, saying it wouldn’t help.  Hesitantly, Austin leaned in as well as pulled her closer to him. If he was ever going to win her over he needed to be braver right? Someone who wasn’t just a wuss all the time and needed her protection from everything. As the distance was  carefully closed centimeter by centimeter, Austin could no longer hear anything but his own heart. The beating of his heart sounded a drum, pounding ever so loudly. His right hand moved as if instinct up her back until it reached the midsection of her neck, his thumb caressing her cheek. If he was going to do this, it really was now or never.

Quietly inhaling, Austin brought his lips against Lea’s own. They were soft, it almost surprised him. Having never — that time with Janine didn’t count — passionately kissed a girl before, it was unexpected of what he was going to feel. Whether it was going to be dry, or sloppy hadn’t even gone through his head. All that mattered was that when his lips had touched hers, sparks began to fly for Austin. When the slight breath of air he had taken in wore off, Austin leaned back. His eyes began searching for some sort of recognition, on if his feelings would be properly accepted by her or if he would be turned away. 

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His precaution was almost adorable, the way he double checked his weight on her hip with nervous measure. She didn't doubt that he had the tendency to squeeze onto something due to his little break downs, or perhaps just because he wasn't used to holding things in general – a girl being one of the taboo topics. Shaking her head instead of speaking over the music like him, Whitlea simply leaned a little closer into him and let her fingers relax against each other behind his neck, enjoying the atmosphere whilst Austin was actually quiet for once. In the vocal silence, she could swear there was a certain bliss she had yet to feel when around him, closing her eyes and letting her ears soak in the ambiance in its current state. Steps following his in her slightly relaxed and lifted state, she made sure not to step on his toes or – actually, more likely so – avoid his own feet. In all honesty, she was more than relieved to see he could dance.

Maybe he had practised  It was the night of the ball, and she could have just pictured him doing his best to learn before the final curtain; that never even fell, since she refused to go, but in a sense it might have paid off in some way. Maybe he just already knew, and she was thinking ahead, but sometimes the silly things that Austin did with or around her were enough to bring a faint smile to her lips. “Mm,” She agreed, careening all of a sudden to playfully put him off his balance. “I guess things always feel nice when I'm around you, as cheesy as that is.”

Getting the nerve to take Lea out again.

“Alright…— Aust?” He questioned. Was she giving him a nickname now.. Did this mean he had to give her one soon too? Without being giving a second thought of it, his face flushed red as she began taking off his jacket. It was one of the rare times that Austin didn’t bother questioning what was happening. He kind of enjoyed her undressing him slightly, it made him feel more like her boyfriend and it was a really soothing feeling. Finally when the jacket was off and hung off her bed, he felt the uneasiness of not being sure of what to do once again.

”..D-D-Dance..?” Well, there fell through his attempts at not stuttering. The thoughts of having wanted to dance already were out of his mind by this time. But.. If she was offering to have their own ball in her room, he wouldn’t say no. “I.. Okay.. Lets d-d-do that..” Smiling nervously, he watched as she placed his hand on her waist, the other one following and being placed on the other side of her waist. “..I’m not squeezing too tight or anything..?” Hoping that he wasn’t harming her in anyway, he always had this fear that he squeezed things too tight when he got his hands on something. It sure as heck seemed that way when he would hold Appi.. then again his Deino was usually a butt anyway. Beginning to take the lead as he listened to the rhythm of the music, Austin began moving from left to right. “..This is.. Um.. It’s really nice…” Leaning his head in against her own, Austin felt all his nervousness for the time being wave off. She really did have this knack for making him feel a bit braver — even if it wasn’t much.

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