█ ▌✘ ENDLESS MIND

he had seen that brief fidget, the gentle twitch of an index finger; it was the only confirmation he needed in his half-assed analysis of miki. it was easy to LIE with words (as they were so easily twisted, broken, and changed) as they were inherently false; the same could not be said about body language. from the slightest tense of miki’s muscles, to the soft tap of his finger, kieran DEVOURED every bit of information he could soak up, ravenous. 

                “what’s silver?” 

he parroted miki’s question, gaze once again settling on the youth. this time, though, he did not redirect it to their surroundings. this time, he allowed his interest to be blatant, the smirk still curving his lips as he tilted his head at the other, a soft fake chuckle escaping him. it was unclear just what he found so funny, though.

              “that’s something you’ll                have to figure out for                YOURSELF.”

          HE DOES NOT care for the smirk, nor its meaning. He tries to withhold the definition of Kieran’s every move, knowing it would drive him mad. Those smirks had become normal enough, anyways, and the youth hardly suppressed any discomfort for them. Instead, as muscles eases and he relaxed, brightened gold hues stared at the other, eyeing the subtle change in silence.

When the demon speaks, that odd laugh escaping happy lips, the dirty blond finds his eyes trailing to the little flower settled within raven locks. So different from that cold laugh — a little sun held in a dark container. As the other smirks at him, words making him uneased, he’s glad he’s put the yellow there. It’s a delicious distraction, and he watches it with suddenly blazed eyes, a tilt of his head given in slight consideration. Words go BLATANTLY ignored.

               yet for all the positivism, green                 is also both ENVIOUS and                INDIFFERENT.  

               and a touch possessive, but                 really, who isn’t?”

a sharp gaze was turned toward the other, previous facade momentarily LIFTED as he scrutinized miki, before it was swiftly replaced, his attention once again drifting over his surroundings rather than the youth. in truth, he was simply rambling in an attempt to relieve his BOREDOM. if he had had the energy for it, he would have stretched his words a bit more, he would have allowed them to devour engulf the boy before him in an attempt to deepen his cracks–truly, miki was lucky he was feeling particularly lazy today.

          FOR A LONG, outstretched moment, the experiment says nothing. Only dwells within such words, contemplating them and seeing them within vicious memory. GROWTH and REBIRTH, he stands, a true representation, exactly as Kieran had precisely labeled. His index finger twitches subconsciously, a response to the word, though there’s no visible movement in his plain expression. But envious and indifferent were different. Extracting real emotion, he finds himself squinting slightly, put off by the way that Kieran could so easily read him; could simply put him within the category of a single color, and be so right about it. Indifferent to so much, yet ENVIOUS of it all. Wanting to feel something besides this frequent apathy, craving the happiness that others grasped so easily. In the end, though, he only lets tense muscles ease, fingers stilling in their soft fidget. 

              “Y E L L O W                is a color with many meanings.                it’s been used to symbolize a                few things. 

               most commonly, it’s used to                symbolize the mind and intellect.                it’s considered an optimistic color.

               however, it also suggests                COWARDICE, CRITICISM,                and IMPATIENCE.”  

          AN OPTIMISTIC COLOR. Not exactly how he’d perceive Kieran, though the formal idea of an ‘intellect’ certainly pertained to him. The other knew much more than he himself ever could, and his knowledge seemed to stretch beyond the general amount. Rarely did others have such a wide range of questions, reaching past the boundaries of common thought. Miki didn’t like it, but perhaps he’d appreciate it if the situation were different. “ well, ” he starts off, as if to explain, though there’s not much he has in response. Only soaked up intelligence; something new he had not known before, no opinion attached. His own apathy reflects the other’s, though in a different way.

his words were MILD (as his apathy was particularly strong today, and he didn’t see the benefit of sharpening his words over something as simple as a flower) and his gaze was quick to drift from the experiment, having decided their surroundings were more interesting than the other or so he wanted miki to think.

            “perhaps it does.              i find it a little too BRIGHT              though.”

          ALTHOUGH IT WAS not a direct answer, the youth can only shrug in response. He has no interest in giving a reason for the color he’s chosen, nor does he think there truly was a reason. The other, black eyed and calm, doesn’t bombard him for answers, though — and Miki doesn’t bother giving them. Despite their differences, they’re much too similar: apathetic in nature, slightly curious, and never presenting more than they wanted to give. “ bright, yes. but that’s why it’s nice. it’s a contrast. ” A pause, and his gaze turns to Kieran.

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he’s PLEASED by the feeling of fingers on his hair though; he would tolerate slight boredom for the gentle head patting. stretching out across miki’s lap, a soft sigh was given in response to the gentle touches, attention settling on miki’s features.

                          “you didn’t even try to hit me this time.”

     HAIR WAS ODDLY soft, a long trail of darkness, extremely fitting for the male’s personality. It was different than his own, a feeling that evolved into his own natural curiosity. Digits collected another few strands, letting them s p i l l through opened fingers, tousled in his open palm. Eyes were absent from the other’s face, attention nowhere in particular.

in response to miki’s words, DISINTEREST blatant in his expression. apathy had long-since consumed the devil, scratching at his skin in an attempt to reveal the flesh and bone underneath, and he couldn’t be bothered to even ATTEMPT to shake it. bluntly put, he just didn’t care. 

                        “if you want to try it, you’re welcome to.                         don’t expect me to move, though. very little could interest me to                         the point of moving right now.”

                     “ okay. ”

     TRUTHFULLY, MIKI PREFERRED it better when the other acted like this. Completely lacking interest, apathetic and bored with the experiment’s ramblings, who remained interested in the daily routines of humans. Although it was of unimportance to the demon, it was rather thrilling for the disfigured youth, and he immediately ran with the idea. But his idea of exercise required taking the bat, too, who the younger was equally as curious about. Scooping up the pet from Kieran’s hoodie, Miki would take the restful, lazing mammal and place it atop his shoulder. Feet took him before the couch, where’d he sit on the carpet and look at the other with confusion, partially apprehensive.

his point was made in the fact that, although the aforementioned bat was interested in the offered treat, he seemed to have little to no desire to actually move from the warmth of kieran’s hoodie. if miki wanted his attention, he needed better bait.

     HE HOLDS BACK the ‘tsk’ on his tongue, instead only giving a small frown, the strawberry left uneaten in his hand. With sly and quiet determination, he instead reaches for a banana and peels it ( as his housemates had recently taught him to do ), dangling it before the little black critter. Fingers moved the edge of Kieran’s hood, giving himself easier access. As he teases the bat, thoughts are mused aloud in a curious mumble.

     IT TOOK HIM a moment, but quickly would he realize the brush of a hand on the stranger’s neck, fingers full of contemplation in their hesitance, the dawning of a single word ( WELL... ) as their revolution. He laughed. A simple, short laugh that told the story of their impossible departure, curved on the lips of broken nerves and flared out frustration. There was nothing in him but the incredulous idea of their ENTIRELY avoidable situation, which had soon become inevitable, their bodies tented in the cold of harsh winds and the ghost of snow.

     And he laughed again, wholeheartedly ( brilliantly ) and with only a bit of remorse. Their height was one that would put acrophobiacs to fall to their knees and hold the tree with terrified gasps of regret. They would not be getting down. No, not without outside help, or the STRENGTH of his own demon, who was too busy laughing ( inside the vessel’s head ) at their remarkable stupidity. The pessimism washed by in a flash, only leaving behind a shake of his head, the grin’s shadow still left on his cheek.