rises the moon.

+ Oh, yeah, he spoke too fast again. A horrible habit of hi, something he didn't intend to do for the most part. For this, he didn't mean to go that fast. But anxiety did weird things to him, like making him scratch harshly at his legs through his torn jeans. + Nick took a deep breath, looking at its messy floor. Nothing it ever did could keep the place clean, but it was an organized madness kind of messy. It could clean, true, but the room would just get messy again. Something about the mess calmed it just to not scratch as harshly. ~ "I have feelings for you, Karl.. I don't really know for how long, but I think from the first day we met. You've always been so sweet, full of energy, happy. And that makes me feel safe.. I get if you don't feel the same, όμορφο κουνελάκι, just let me know and I won't bring it up again. I just.. I wanted to say something before I couldn't anymore.."

Confrontation. The only thing he hated the most. He always avoided it. He would rather take the blame and bear the consequences than face the person he wronged. But in the end, he knew it was inevitable and he would eventually have to face up to whatever situation happened to him.

After hearing those bitter-sweet words uttered by the other, he could feel his heart sink and his emotions run wild. Karl knew things would never be the same between them, and wondered how he could have avoided this moment. After accepting the truth and realizing he couldn't escape his issues forever, he gently let the other down. "Oh, Sapnap, I-"

Karl paused immediately, feeling guilt kick in. He looked away, unable to face the truth. He could feel the other person's disappointment and pain. He took a deep breath and tried to find the right words. He had to continue for his own sake. 

~ His room was a mess. Paper scattered on his desk with the computer, clothes around the hamper that never got in, a couple cups on his nightstand. The walls had an assortment of band posters and some pictures of friends and places. Nothing seemed placed in an organized way, but Nick liked how it was.

~ Of course, when Karl sat next to him, his cheeks went red. If that was possible, considering that they already were. His hair almost covered his eyes, barely pushed away by his signature white bandana. God, he could just stare at Karl for hours and never get bored.

~ It took a deep breath, leaning against Karl. Nick kept his gaze away, fidgeting with one of its many many bracelets. It cleared its throat, figuring to get everything out in a flood.

In the jumble of words spewed out, he only understood the last part. ‘If you feel the same,’ what a combination of a 5 five-word sentence. Meaning many little things, or nothing at all. He took a deep breath as he closed his eyes, preparing to speak. “Relax Nick, I can barely understand any of that.”

Trying to calm down the noir, he put his arms on the other in reassurance. He can't help but feel a sense of warmth and security when Nick's arms are around him. It was especially more comforting, unlike any other people he had given others. Karl wrapped one arm around Sapnap's neck and pat it's head with the other.

Karl giggled and comforted, “Okay now tell me, but slower, please.”