#boxofmuses

While the man’s glare was certainly impressive; most of the staff had been scared away from trying to get him to rest, Wolfwood had faced far worse before. Vengeful murder machines, psychotic cannibals, and an angry Meryl Stryfe to say a few. Not to mention, the coughing fit had certainly ruined the effect, further decreasing the chance of him being swayed- especially not when Mokuba was so worried.

It had occurred so quickly and with so little warning that Seto Kaiba was left speechless for more than a few seconds as his mind attempted to make sense of what had just happened. Amelda…he’d kissed him? Even just attempting to admit that it had happened seemed to be taking a while to process. Why? Why would he want to give him a kiss in the first place? Was this because of the way in which he had been teasing the redhead ever since receiving his gift of the infinity promise ring? Was this simply some type of payback and was he now looking like a fool for just how flustered he was looking after such a quick kiss that no doubt held no meaning? He blinked slowly and came to the only conclusion that made sense. If Amelda wished to play with fire then he was only going to get burned.

“You call that a kiss?” he smirked as he grabbed hold of the other males arm, pulling him closer before pinning him against the wall as his lips claimed his, much more forceful and demanding in nature than the quick peck that Amelda had given to him.

He’d. He’d... completely missed, actually. Blame it, blame all of it on the champagne, but Amelda was just as surprised by their lips brushing together, quick to stumble backward--right into a wall and away from the errant affection. Or, so he’d thought. Caught up in a daze of his own, Amelda hardly even noticed Seto’s pause, a dumb, albeit bright expression worming its way onto his face. This was silly. He’d missed! If he were sober, it wouldn’t have been so funny. But he missed!

In the future, a wizened Amelda would have known exactly why starting to laugh was the wrong thing to do. Yet, shortly pinned in place, in the present stood a much less self-aware Amelda--breath stolen with a muffled mmf! And here he’d almost wanted to answer that question! Instead, laughter still lingering on his lips, the redhead tried to wrap his arms around Seto’s waist. Even if he wasn’t quite sure what was going on--or frankly what had gotten into Kaiba!--a kiss was a kiss, right? He should enjoy it. Maybe.

Magigigika Mirdin Do Din Nolurun Dou‘s the name!

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“That is not what I expected you to say. You ruined it, Eizen. You ruined the joke.” A joke was nothing without the proper elements in tact. One might consider the lyrics she weaved in her glorious tones would bring about some manner of question relating to them! Not a most rude inquiry of the state of her presence itself! Honestly! Did no one enjoy a good drama? 

Why did everyone have to be of such sour sentiment? Sure the particular person of interest was cursed beyond repair. Sure he was beginning to uncover the very truth of the matter of being hopelessly cursed without escape. Sure there were a multitude of ways she could rephrase that idea over and over again to make it appear she was standing perplexed, filled with the sort of intricate complexities that the rest of them seemed to be stuffed to the seams with but...

Nope, there she went, sashaying over to occupy the seat offered her.

“Are you asking me what I want out of obligation to hold conversation, or is that a real and true offer?” She wiggled her brow. “And if you are serious about the verbage - ignoring the obvious sarcastic implications - then I suggest you get out a pencil. You’re going to need it.” Because what she wanted could not be recalled so simply!

She was a complex person in that way.

and there he goes; spouting nonsense in the chat again... what was that bullcrap? seven☆star drink? sounded like a stupid scam. with a soft sigh of annoyance and a look of disdain that nearly terrified a nearby co-worker; yucheon picked up his lunch - which consisted of just a twinkie - and began to type in response to the idiot redhead.

[ yucheon. ] 707. [ yucheon. ] that sounds like a stupid scam. [ yucheon. ] god. [ yucheon. ] you’re obviously smart. use your brains for something more than this. [ yucheon. ] or. you know. do your job.

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continued:

Damnation!!!

Damnation damnation damnation!

Maybe he should have stuck with the lame greeting the first time? Rather than stepping forward with such a broad topic of discussion. Hello was safe. Hello was sound. Hello did not usually warrant such a cold, murderous gaze conjured just for him. Not to mention the deadly twirl of the umbrella thing she held so delicately in her hands. He hadn’t a doubt that the thing could be turned into a brutal weapon of choice should it be required. Though it didn’t look to be solid enough to penetrate too badly..........

But he wasn’t going to test that theory!

He reeled back as if kicked, nibbling down in the knuckle of his index finger to keep himself occupied. To keep his hands busy. To keep something of his brain intact. 

More importantly, to keep his feet from carrying him swiftly away.

He had to take chances.

And that sometimes meant messing up. Didn’t it?? If he didn’t make mistakes, he could never know what to do in the future. If he ever wanted the hope of making true friends on his own, he had to trudge on.

But Stormfather.... this was harder than he thought it might be. His brother made it look so easy!! He was too awkward a person to add the sprinkling of tough body language that his brother could so simply advertise. He only had his words and his voice to carry through his intentions. And that wasn’t saying much.

“Really?” He didn’t know if he meant his words in the literal sense. He knew fortune telling was real [because.... because it was!]. And he knew that peoples interpretation of fortune tellers were.... well, varying. Maybe he should just play along? After all, he was the one who brought up the topic. He could not very well turn back now and pretend like he didn’t mean it the way she ultimately interpreted it. That was what conversation was about, wasn’t it?

I’m sorry about the other night. I wasn’t making much sense, and it’s not making much more to me sober. Yet, I’ll try to explain myself as best as I can--in order as best as I can remember. There was a lot of alcohol involved, but I think I owe you a better explanation than whatever that was.

So, let’s start with the kiss--the first one. I was feeling affectionate, I think; I don’t know why I thought it was a good idea, but I’d meant to kiss you on the cheek or forehead--somewhere friendly--and I missed. And then you kissed me. I shouldn’t have laughed, but... after everyone always accused me of having feelings, there was Seto Kaiba kissing me and what appeared to be very seriously at the time. I suppose it just struck me as some kind of vindicating irony for all those years of harassment. I didn’t, but you did.

That sounds even more awful in text, I’m sorry. Still, despite that, I meant what I said when I don’t know how I feel. Granted, I really was trying to flirt with you then, because--like I said--I’d gotten the idea in my head that you had feelings for me and I really didn’t mind being kissed by you. At this point, I’m much less sure of anything, but I was so stubborn. I’m an idiot sometimes; I’ll admit it, but I thought if I accepted those feelings I’d make you happy. We’d figure something out (and have a very nice Valentine’s). Yet, I really just made things worse, didn’t I?

I thought I was considering how you felt, but really I was just a pushy drunk jumping to conclusions. Which, I think, leaves the question of what I really want. I tried answering that a few times, but I never did a very good job. So, what I want, as clearly as I can word it: if you have feelings for me and want to date, then I’d like to try. If not for your sake, then because “I don’t know how I feel” doesn’t mean that I never will. I think I could be happy with you, if that’s how things turn out.

Although, If you don’t, then I’m happy with things as they are. Because, above all else, I value you as a friend. I bought those rings to prove that to you, albeit I think I forgot that I’m the only one who’s that embarrassingly sentimental. I digress. You don’t have to answer this right away--if there is an answer, at all. I expect I was mostly making an ass of myself. I care about you, which will have to be a separate letter unto itself at this point. Alas.

I hope you can forgive how obnoxious I was, and that the day finds you well.

With regards,

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