#*whaps*

Was he truly that dim? Maybe that shouldn’t be asked. Charles was utterly fuming now. Humpty would do something if Grey was being touched, licked, kissed and yet he didn’t even recognize it was being done to himself!

“You let them touch you! You’ve let them do unsightly things! You don’t even try to get them to stop and yet it’s terrible when that happens to me? That’s exactly why! You did nothing! I’m so sick of having to come in and point these things out to your sorry ass or save it!”

Ⱶ   Immediate reaction was to retort, to tell Charles he was wrong, but the more he listened the more he thought about it. The other Earl licking his cheek, the Prince kissing him, various other acquaintances and strangers generally invading his personal space. Did he really do nothing to fend them off?

10. Lost a family member/ friend

tbh four would have been hilarious with these two.

The raven fell very quiet to the question.  He chewed on the inside of his cheek, trying to find the words to explain things.  His face was hurting.  Fresh blood trickled down the deep gash that would forever mar his skin.  Zack had refused to use a cure outright.  Now the young first class sat quietly next to the cadet he had only made friends with that morning.  Must have been an interesting swap of personality.  Zack had been so happy six hours ago.

The shifting of the helicopter caused him to lean into the other for a second.  He couldn’t help using Cloud as a crutch right now.  This guy didn’t know him.  And for some reason, Zack was a little more trusting of the cadet than he was of Tseng who was sitting up front.

His voice was thick as he gained the ability to respond.  Hands remaining clutched tight on the handle of the Buster—which had become his second support, Zack responded, the sound of himself feeling like gravel in his throat.