#prominogi

She had been married before, but she never consumed her marriage with him, and the fact of having sex with someone she just met not even a day prior to, just seems like a nightmare. She shouldn’t have drank all those bottles. She surely regretted it. There was no way she could ignore this man now. Even though she absolutely hated him, she had no reason to ignore him now. Even less if she had sex with him. She got up and looked around for her clothes, putting them on before Paytel finished with the bathroom. They were a bit moist. Why? Perhaps it rained yesterday. It wasn’t comfortable but she did not want to be naked around him and she didn’t have any other clothes.

She heard the door open.

  Paytel stepped out of the bathroom fully clothed, wearing the oriental robe he always wore. He had left his prom outfit crumpled on ground since it was still wet from the night before, and wherever he had stored the spare clothes from was some kind of strange milletian secret.

He looked over at Yasu, but she was just looking down at the sheets. She had put on her dress from the night before, but considering how wet his own clothes were, she must not have been comfortable. She looked absolutely devastated by what he had said - and, kind of... shocked. He was certain she wasn’t willing to talk to him, let alone know him, any longer.

Well, she never wanted to know him, he supposed. But, he could fix that.

Paytel hesitated for a second, considering that he should perhaps give her something else to wear. But he decided not to. He wanted the full effect of leaving.

Without saying anything, he grabbed the keys on the nightstand and walked out the resort room door.

  Trying not to look a Paytel, she heard the door open and then close. She turned around to notice that he had left. Without saying a word, she did not knew where he was going, nor if he was coming back.

She looked around for some paper and ink. After finding some, she started writing a letter to her maid, Okashi. She simply wanted to let her know that she might be home a bit late today; she could not simply leave immediately after what happened here. She told her to let Suppai know that she will not require him to pick her up, she will walk home through the moon gates.

After carefully writing the letter in her delicate printing, she folded it and put it into an envelop. She then grabbed a candle from last night and light it up with a firebolt spell. She waited for the candle to melt a bit and dripped some wax on the letter to seal it. After so, she signed it. She opened the window and noticed the area was damp; it probably rained. She then whistled for an owl. She attached the letter to the owl’s leg and then told him where to go.

A little while had passed since she started writing the letter. Paytel was not back, she was a bit stressed about what to do. She knew she had to face him one way or another. She sat down and then waited for him.

Realising he might never come back, she started feeling a bit dizzy and decided to lay down. She must of be getting a fever from yesterday, judging by her wet clothes, she probably was in the rain. Prideful as ever, she just decided to ignore it and fell asleep quickly on the bed.

  It had been a while. Paytel stood outside of their resort room door, the key in one hand, and a plate of fish in the other. He took his sweet time eating the breakfast that the resort was offering that morning, since it was free… and delicious… and not consisting of forest snake or spider meat. The fish was for Yasu; he hoped that, since she was a cat girl, she might like it. He had no idea. If she didn’t, maybe she’d appreciate the thought - although he wasn’t on her good side enough for that to work.

“...I just don’t want to go home,” he sighed. He rested his head on the door for a minute before finally opening it.

Yasu was still there, sleeping on the bed. He closed the door behind him and came over to the bed. He nudged her softly to wake her up. “Hey… Good morning, Yasu. I brought you some breakfast.”

  Something was poking her. She slowly woke up only to look up. It was Paytel. “Oh sh-” She quickly sat up straight and greeted him. “Oh hi, you’re.. back,” She was obviously nervous around him. She got up and looked around. She saw the meal sitting on a table. Fish. “Oh.. thanks, I like fish,” She sat at the table and started to eat.

Paytel was simply sitting on the other end and looking at her eat. She didn’t really knew what to say. She could feel his stare on her. She started eating a bit faster, not rushing it but still trying to be quicker. It was quiet. She had to prompt something. She then noticed he had changed clothes.

“Ah, you got yourself some spare clothes?” she said as she looked on the ground to see his prom outfit from last night. She didn’t knew what to say.. She wanted to ask about last night but she did not dare to.

  He blinked. He shouldn’t have just sat there and watched her eat. He didn’t realize he must have made her uncomfortable, since she had started to eat a bit faster. “Oh.. Yes. I noticed you’re still wearing your dress from last night. It must not be comfortable to wear; if you’d like, I can let you borrow something of mine.”

Finishing her plate, Yasu looked up as he spoke. “Ah.. do you have anything that would uhm.. fit me?” she said, as she looked at him. Perhaps he had good intentions, perhaps not, but until now he seemed different than the man she had met at the restaurant the day before. She might aswell get to know him, since they had such an intimate night. They couldn’t stay in the hotel room the whole day either.

“Let me borrow something and after that we can go out and I can buy myself some clothes.. if you don’t mind,”

He couldn’t help but make a face. Was she careless enough with her money to be able to just buy something new like that? Or was she just rich enough? It was so different from the way he and his brother lived - scrounging up money for days just to run and buy something in the city. It took planning, but this felt a little careless. It didn’t matter, anyway. It was Yasu’s money.

“I don’t have anything that will fit you, but it’ll cover you enough until you find something else, I suppose.” He went ahead and pulled out his trinity wear from his logic-defying milletian inventory and handed it to her.

  “Thanks,” she grabbed the clothes and went to the bathroom. She took off the wet, sticky dress off her body. Yasu had to dry herself a bit before putting on the trinity wear. She couldn’t find her underwear anywhere and didn’t have a bra.. this was quite embarrassing. She tied up the belt around her waist really tight so that nothing could move. The outfit was really big at the shoulders and was almost dragging on the floor. Her inner fashionista was simply crying for help.

She walked out of the bathroom, not really enjoying the outfit. At least it wasn’t wet and uncomfortable, but she would have preferred something else for sure. “Should we go now?” she prompted Paytel.

Yasu came out of the bathroom, looking a little bit pitiful in his clothes. It didn’t flatter her body at all. It didn’t really matter to him, though. She was still beautiful. “Should we go now?” She said. “...Yes. As long as we have everything we need.” Paytel looked around the room, picking him both his still damp prom outfit and hers, and then walked towards the door. Yasu followed him. He held the door open for her and they left the resort.

Now outside of the resort, Paytel looked around. They were in a town, apparently called Emain Macha. He was there with Pide just yesterday, he remembered, but they never came to this part of town. Frankly, he had no idea where he was. He looked at Yasu and said, “Wherever you need to go I can take you there. I do have a mount…” He trailed off.

Paytel was very polite with her lately, she felt like he was a different man. Leaving the resort, she noticed she was still in Emain Macha. This was good, she knew the area. Paytel told her that he had a mount, which was good. “I need to go to the Tailor, do you know where she is? If not, I can always lead.” She came here often before she moved to Tara, this area was very familiar. “It shouldn’t be too far away,”

  “Okay,” he said. It was lucky that Yasu knew her way around her. She seemed like a rich city girl, anyways. Promptly, a brown spotted horse magically appeared before them. It stood still as Paytel mounted it. He held out his hand to Yasu to help her get on. “Just tell me which way the tailor is.”

With the help of Paytel, she mounted the horse. Sitting in front of him, she directed him towards the town square then the tailor. Once at Ailionoa’s shop, Yasu and Paytel got off the horse. Yasu spoke a moment with Ailionoa, requesting a dress. She had no time to make something up so she just bought a pre-made dress in white. She whispered to Ailionoa and asked if she had any underwears.. The tailor chuckled and said yes. She left for a moment and came back with a little bag. “Do you have any rooms in which I could change?” Ailionoa nodded and directed Yasu towards a dressing room.

There, she finally changed into a cute ruffled skirt, nothing too fancy. She gave Ailionoa the gold and then approached Paytel. “Is there anything you need, Paytel?” she asked as she hands his clothes back.

“Hm?” Paytel still wondered how she was about to just buy something on a whim, and then ask if he needed something. He didn’t even have money. “I’ll be fine…” He looked her up and down. She was so attractive; he wanted to hold her again. But instead, he just decided to take her home. He could just talk to her again another time, especially since he figured he must have done enough to her last night.

“I’ll just take you home now, if that’s alright with you.”

“Are you sure? I live all the way in Tara,” she replied. It was quite far from here. She felt bad that she couldn't do anything for him, he was quite nice for the small time they've spent together, while she was sober at least. She took a moment to look at him carefully, he was really good looking actually.. too bad she did not notice until now. Their eyes met and Yasu quickly stopped looking at him. “How embarrassing, hopefully he does not get any ideas..” she thought. She could feel herself blush a bit, and was pondering why she was even blushing. This was simply awkward.

“..let’s head to Tara then,”

  “Are you sure? I live all the way in Tara,” she said. Where the fuck is Tara? It was sort of embarrassing that he didn't know this continent much at all. Since Uladh was a really crowded region, I guess she assumed that he did know. Paytel waited for her to say something else - like a hint for where that might be. But she didn’t say anything. He looked down at her and she turned away.

Was she just looking at him?

“...let’s head to Tara then,” she finished. “Alright,” he said. They got back on Adurelo. “...Which way is Tara?” Paytel reluctantly asked.

Yasu had to give directions, again, which was embarrassing, needless to say.

Tara was a huge city as well. How did he not know about its existence? It was absolutely stunning - he had never seen so many tall buildings so close together, so many people in one place. It was noon, and the streetlamps were not lit but they gleamed in the sunlight. The town was very clean and wealthy too. He regretted having never seen it before. He could tell that Yasu was indeed a rich girl, as if she wasn't already desirable…

They had finally arrived at Yasu’s house, a nice mansion a bit away from town. There was cherry blossom trees surrounding it. It was beautiful, fancy. Paytel realized how different their living situations were. He lived in a place completely different from Tara for all his life - the forest, uncivilized, crawling with all kinds of different creatures and fomors. It was beautiful, too, but in a completely different sense.

He unsummoned his unicorn and walked her to the door. Once at her door, he said, “I guess this is where we say goodbye.” For now. “Thank you…” for spending the night. He almost finished that sentence, but he decided it was best he didn’t say that.

Zacharie perked up, suddenly understanding. "Ooh? Could this particular mademoiselle have an interest in you?" Lemmy ignored him, continuing on with whatever he was doing. Zacharie knew fully well that those particular cases happened often. "Or? Could it possibly be, that you've been ensnared....oui?"

The white haired young man nearly dropped the plate he was washing. He didn't dare turn around, because his flushed face told more than enough details. Zacharie beamed, he didn't even need Lemmy to turn around to see his ears slowly reddening.

"Aha! I've uncovered you like buried treasure! And the spoils are all for the taking!"

He talked strangely...that was certain. But he was indeed caught.

"But you act like you've been caught taking cookies...and I know you absolutely hate them, Lemon cake." he leaned on the wall closest to Lemmy. "But you certainly look troubled."

"You're not mistaken, Zacharie." Lemmy calmed down and tilted his head to face the other. "But nothing you must riddle yourself with."

He could feel Zacharie's eyes bore into the back of his head as he was placing the washed dishes back into the correct cupboard.

"Lemmy...you're asking someone to prom. Not committing a murder." Zacharie went over to help put away the baking trays they used earlier. "Are you feeling uneasy because of...?" the lack of reply was answer enough. "Look, as much as I would feel guilty, are you going to be all gushy at prom? Are you going to make it painstakingly obvious of how in love you two are? From what I am aware of, you aren't betrothed."

Lemmy snapped back and shook his head almost viciously. They weren't close enough for THAT kind of relationship. He personally...wasn't ready to devote his heart to someone...not after last time…

"Exactly, besides..." he picked up a particular registration form on the table, whilest his voice softened. "There is a person listed here on the date line, so I wouldn't worry. Just because you're a host doesn't mean you have to be organizing and running around everywhere all the time. You're making it seem like this is the point of no return. When was the last time a date turned into an engagement? How many weddings have you gone to? Were any of them from date-turned engagements?"

Lemmy thought about it slowly and tilted his head. "We are not in such an archaic society that date-turned-engagements are necessary. I've only been to one wedding and..." he stopped. Milreaf wasn't there at the wedding, and he was rather thankful for that. Her heart would've shattered in more pieces than it already had been. She had locked herself away for weeks, and by the time that he tried getting back to her, she disappeared. But at the same time he could…

Zacharie felt the uneasy tension. "It's a prom proposal. If it gets to be serious, so be it. Are you going to back out of a prom proposal now? It's still sunny and you know I heard there was a forecast for dark thunder storms...and it would be a shame if she got wet in the rain and..."

He didn't need to finish to see Lemmy pick up the rest of his items and hurry off to Emain Macha square. Zacharie leaned back against the wall, watching Lemmy run hurriedly. Lemmy would've done a prom proposal in the rain, he'd be soaked to the core, but when he had clear intentions...he intended to make them very clear. As he got out of view, he opened the door and followed him.

"He won't notice me if I take another route!" he said happily and took the other street to follow suit.

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By the time Lemmy had gotten to the square, it was turning into dusk.

"Oh...she isn't here yet." he sadly thought. Nele and the young twins were talking, avoiding his gaze. As he looked up he saw the small lights being strewn from banners being lit up. It almost looked like festival lights.

"Don't be nervous Lemmy! Zacharie would make fun of you...! Let's play some music, she is just a little late...!" he turned to the three others and inquired if they would mind his playing.

With a small shake of the head he reached into his bag and lifted out his violin case.

The trio had stared at the white haired young man as he began to pluck and tune his violin. They had heard him play many times, it was a past time on Sunday afternoons. The young man would have the most free time and played in time with nature. The fact that he wasn't at work indicated something special. He had to take off days of work to allow that to happen….certainly extremely special indeed!

With a deep breath, taking care not to bump into anyone, he began sliding the bow across the string. With a very gentle vibration he eased himself into a steady rhythm of back and forth.

Yes... Just like this...he thought. With another deep breath, he began to play out. This particular area required dedication and practice, but a favorite of his. The multitude of eight notes all lined up side by side as it became a melody had won many people’s hearts over.

As his song finished he heard a very faint clap behind him.

He turned around and saw her. Churpy. He was getting nervous already. He tried stumbling out a good evening but it came out poorly.

"G-G...good ever...ner...mrh..." he stopped. He was never this nervous. Even to new people. He always retained an air of sophistication. Just try again! He thought.

"Ah Churpy...Thank you for coming, I thought you wouldn't come for a bit..." he said almost shyly. Why was he getting so nervous?! He felt himself lift his feet on top of the fountain. He almost slipped, he might fall into the fountain without her pushing him in. That was almost worse than being rejected itself.

He felt being watched and let himself go. The piercing eyes from the others made him self conscious of the time.

"Do you remember when we first met?"

Seeing a very slight shake of the head, he felt himself burning up. This made him require saying his entire feelings. Well enough without it turning into an awkward love confession.

"Well...do you remember...? The song I played right then, it was the same one where I saw you here for the first time." so far so good he thought "You were also the only person to really stay and listen for my entire performance. Everyone else left... But you stayed... For two and a half hours. Through every song."

He thought back, he didn't get tired because he was playing, but to an audience it would've been tiring. He always wondered why she never left and continually watched him play several violin concertos the entire time.

"Ever since that day, you came every Sunday to hear me play. Even if it so happened to be the same repertoire. I still don't exactly know why."

Then he stepped forward, outstretched his arm to offer his hand. Once accepted he pulled her right on the fountain as well. When he felt her nearly slip, he guided a hand to her back avoiding her wings to steady her and guide her to another spot.

He felt a little more confident, although still nervous from the bystanders now crowding around.

"Here...do you remember this spot...?" he gave a small smile when he saw a small nod. "This was were we spent Valentine's day together." he felt his fingers slowly getting slippery.

Really now... The worst that could happen was them slipping together. He had to try to hope she didn't feel his palms getting sweaty. Really...why was he getting so worked up?

"You...you gave me lemon juice and called it...Lemmy juice, remember?" another nod. "You gave me a chocolate chip cookie because you didn't know where to buy macarons..."

He cringed on the inside, he hated sweets. He was surprised to see that it was store bought, but he guessed her attempt would even prove fatal. He would still eat it anyway. Getting sick over something someone made for him wasn't as painful...or lethal. In comparison to a lot of other ways to die, that is.

"And you remember that I gave you a cake. Poorly made, but nicely decorated...and a kiss on the lips. I mean, the drink." he started to feel his face turn red. He was fine saying the pun at work, when he felt as though as he was in disguise. But out where he was practically bare...it was a different matter.

When he saw a small giggle, he knew he was going in the right direction. In both the proposal and walking, he was walking backwards to keep a steady gaze after all.

“I...I feel as though ever since that day since you first came here to watch me play...I-I have been feeling more differently about people.” This was turning out to be more of a love confession than he originally thought. “I was planning to go to my own event by myself...I planned this long before. Back when Milreaf decided to host Ewecinox. But she grew ill and she asked me to take over for her.”

He looked around and saw the look of anticipation from the onlookers.

“E-ever since I met you...my thoughts about these things have been changing. I almost feel not ready for this. I...I haven’t been close to someone in years...because I was always afraid of hurting someone I cared about. But life is about risks, don’t you think? People can change too, don’t you think?”

He didn't bother waiting for an answer this time. He slid slightly because of the wet marble and caused Churpy to slide closer to him at chest-distance. Almost breathing each other’s air. Keeping a firm, still sweaty grip on her hands. He realized how soft they were, and started to burn up again.

"Ahhh, fuck you, fuck you and your stupid bear-lizard-fuck." Alpha stands up and wobbles as he grabs another bottle of wine off the table. "No one wanted to come with me anyway, why would anyone want to leave with me. All you fucks have people, friends, whoever you want to be with and do whatever with..."

Alpha kicks the empty chair next to him and sends it flying into another empty table. "Mr.Demon here gets nothing and no one, only things I've ever gotten I've had to steal and use. Nothing WANTS to be mine..." Alpha's grip tightens on the wine bottle. "Oh well, no one else cares, why should I? haha."

Alpha chugs the bottle as he starts walking to the exit. He stumbles a few times and a waiter tries to help him but gets knocked back when Alpha swings his arm and smacks him. "Don't even try to fucking start now, I'm gonna leave and vanish like everyone wanted from the start." Alpha gets to the gate again it's raining quite hard, he spreads his large black wings and readies himself to fly somewhere, even he didn't know where, he was too drunk to think straight anymore.

With a single movement of his wings he was launched into the sky and flew up higher and higher. "Every single one of you milletians..." Alpha's cut off by a sudden pain in his side. A burst of lightning tears through his left side blowing a hole in him and ripping part of his wing off. His body goes numb and falls down onto the roof of the castle he was just in. The loud thud of his body breaking into the stone barely even disturbed the castle itself. His blood mixed with the rain as he laid motionless in a small crater he made from the crash.

Alpha closed his eyes as his wounds started to regenerate and started to fall asleep.

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"I'm so sorry," Arcelle broke down a bit as she picked up the imp and placed him on the table, "I'm really, really sorry for tossing you like a potato sack."

After smoothing out her dress nervously, Arcelle reached to pick up a cookie, but stopped herself when she remembered that Waru would reward her with one. Not wanting to impose, she stood there like a good human servant, waiting for her treat.

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Waru was confused. Waru was not a potato sack. Was Waru skinny like potato sack? Potato sacks were nice. The big stinky was a funny person. She reminded him of big sister!

"Waru likes potato sack. You throw Waru better than big sister -- big sister cannot catch!! Dumb Veinth catches Waru, keke!!" The imp picked up a cookie and handed it to Arcelle before turning to the rest of the food and picking up a piece of bread.

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"U-Uhh," she took a bite out of her reward cookie, "yes, that's good. I think?"

Unsure how to answer Waru, she felt that blindly agreeing with everything he said would probably work out. After all, it's not like he had done her any wrong so far.

Finishing the cookie, Arcelle could feel her stomach still grumbling, but instead of a piece of cake in her hand (or, even better, two pieces) she found a key accompanied by a letter. Not sure if she was hungry enough to eat both, she shoved the letter in her mouth and downed it with a cup of punch. Yes, she was that hungry.

Sensible enough as to not devour the key as well, she passed it to Waru and prayed no one saw her eat the slip of paper. To cover it up, she grabbed a few plates of everything.

Everything.

(How embarrassing.)

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Soft bread, hard bread, stupid looking bread... Waru took a piece of all of them, not caring to finish them. He was an imp, not an ogre! He glanced at Arcelle, who devoured a piece of paper greedily. What a weird... paper eater. Oh well. Waru didn't care. Veinth ate weird stuff too, after all. The imp had long decided to not question the peculiarities of the lesser beings.

One crumb, two crumbs, three crumbs... As he munched on the bread, they left a little trail, ensuring he wouldn't eat the same bread twice. At some point, Arcelle passed him a key before going to devour plates and plates of food.

... What was he supposed to do with a key? Was it food? Did she think it was food? Was it a food present to him? Waru stared at it for a while before continuing with his bread. He looked around a bit to see other people with keys, which they were not eating. He could just follow them later, probably.

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Now feeling satiated, Arcelle looked back at Waru and the key. What were they supposed to do with the key? There were probably instructions written on the paper, but the note was beyond saving at this point -- what with it being in her stomach and piled on top of by heaps of food and anything that may have resembled food.

Following Waru's gaze, she turned her head towards the other partygoers who were beginning to trickle out of the ballroom. Not wanting to admit to the host that she ate the precious letter, Arcelle regretfully picked up Waru and stalked the others as they walked into a hotel.

A hotel key! That was most likely what it was supposed to be. Wait, they would get a free hotel room? Now that sounded even stranger than a young lady munching on some processed lumber. Without even looking at the key for a room number, Arcelle began visiting every door and stuck the key in each keyhole, hoping to figure out which room was theirs.

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Arcelle apparently knew where to go, as she followed the other attendees. Smart stinky, smart stinky!! Looking at the key, he noticed some funny letters written on it. "BIZ" What was a BIZ? Was that the hotel name? What a dumb hotel name. Waru watched curiously as she put the key in every door. The hosts didn't even give them the number of their room?! What dumb hosts!! Big dummies. The hotel was as big as 5 dragons!! There were too many doors!!

"The hosts are dummies!! Too many doors for one key! "BIZ" Hotel is big like 10 dragons!!" Waru scoffed, looking at the doors. A few odd stares came him way, but he didn't care. They were probably mad that they had to search through thousands of rooms too. What dumb hosts!!

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The corridors seemed endless as the brave duo went down the winding paths, repeating the same tasks over and over again: door, keyhole, key in keyhole, hand on doorknob, chakachaka, no entrance, next door. When she reached the end of the first floor and saw the stairs leading to the next, Arcelle felt her legs beginning to give way and her stomach rumbling again -- this time, it wasn't hunger.

Frantically searching for the treasured land commonly referred to as a bathroom and not thinking to check if there was a public one on the main floor, Arcelle ran up the stairs as thoughts of a mini doomsday happening in her silky gown covered up the odd ranting of her imp master.

'BIZ'? The only "biz" she cared for at this point was the business that needed to be dealt with in her nether region.

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Woosh! Arcelle sped up the stairs, fast like a coyote searching for delicious imp blood. Stupid coyotes. 211... 212... Some other numbers Waru didn't care for-- what if they had to go to floor 58459043?!?! That was too many floors!! What crazy hosts... Amidst his furious thoughts, a sound went off.

Chaka. Click. An angelic chorus began to sing.

The door to room 218 opened, and Arcelle nyoomed inside, dropping the imp and running into another room. What a funny person. Maybe she saw something in the room? Whatever the case, Waru was now on his head, staring at the door. "BIZ" The door said BIZ!! The imp then realized what BIZ was-- it was 218!! Wow. The hosts must be really bored if they make these puzzles. What's the point of that? Waru looked around the room and proceeded to climb onto the bed, clamboring on top of the pillow. Soft... Soft like big sister's boobies.

The sleepy imp dozed off, not really sure what Arcelle was doing in the other room. Maybe she was praying or something before she slept. She was weird, but she worked hard. What a good stinky.

... It was sort of stinky in the room though. Waru shrugged it off-- ogres smelled worse. Especially dead ones. Eww... Oh well. A stupid hotel with a stupid puzzle and a stupid smell.

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When the door to room 218 opened, Arcelle thought about what sort of saintly thing she might've done in the past to be rewarded so kindly. Unfortunately, what she was about to do was probably going to negate any good karma she had possibly incurred over her lifetime. Into the room she ran, and onto the floor fell Waru, whom she apologized to in her mind, since everything other than words would probably spill out of her mouth if she opened it.

Many exorcised demons later, the gassy girl dragged herself out of the washroom (of course, she flushed and washed up) and looked groggily at the single bed in the room. Good thing she asked Waru instead of Guede -- that would've been disastrous. Actually, him being present as she swallowed paper would've already been disastrous.

Careful as to not wake the sleeping imp, Arcelle climbed onto the bed and slipped under the warm, comfortable blanket.

A great number of things had happened that day, but nothing was quite as enjoyable as falling asleep.

Except the toilet, maybe.

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His head wet. Really wet. He couldn’t find another pitcher of water.  Or rather, everyone with water was clearly ignoring him. It was the end of the night after all…or perhaps they just saw him pour water over his head. That was equally as likely.

He noticed his capelet and ascot was more or less soaked. But his cape wasn’t. He mentally blessed Zacharie for arguing with him when they were buying it.

"I know you can just teleport there and back, Lemon Cake. But what if you’re walking home from the square…it suddenly pours? You’ll need to have it water proof. Maybe your other clothes can be non, but have this cape to be at least! Put some wax on it, at least!"

Lemmy was about to text him right then, but stopped when he received one instead.

"Sorry Lemon Cake,

A school partner of mine wanted some help for a project. You’re on your own for tonight. I know we wanted to hang out and relax, because our time schedules always conflict…! But this is an important grade! I made some lemony snacks for you, including a lemon cake! See you later!”

Now even spending any time with his roommate was gone, he popped the unwrapped candy into his mouth. Yasu stole his anyway… … he really did smell like lemon candy…didn’t he?

Thinking about the cat-eared young woman, a servant came up to him. He evidently had watched the entire scene but had his tray of water away from him.

"The young woman had dropped her shawl, perhaps you could return it?"

Lemmy nodded and carefully put it in his vest pocket/inventory. He would bring something nice to her, to make it not suspicious…

"h-hey…"

A tap on the shoulder and a voice caused him to turn around. He noticed it was Hatto. But the young man looked like he was teetering. Falling almost. He grabbed onto his shoulders and looked at him in the eyes worriedly.

"Are you alright? How do you feel?"

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"..L..lem..my..? haa.. soh it was you~.. i'm..gwla~ad~~ " He felt his fingers pressed against his chest to steady himself. He really didn't look like he could walk by himself. Or rather, he looked like he could even be taken advantage of in this state. " i'm..sohrry...for the lateness.. hehh.."

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He cleared his throat. Dare he mention this to the younger man? Was he drunk? Or was he just...fooling around with him?

"Ahh...alright... I'm glad you've finally come, Hatto. I was beginning to think that you were not coming at all. You see… I wanted to d- I mean...to talk with you. Say, are you alright? Do you need water or tea?"

He almost slipped on his words. He didn't need to mention that. He remembered the last time Hatto was drunk around him...If he was drunk, that is.

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"heee~ i'm perwfectly fine ~..t..thou gh.. sohwrry.. i dranwk withouhthg your supervizhen hehh~~ " Lemmy saw him smile mockingly at him. Was he joking around with him? "..e h..?..t -teah?.. hee  youh waent me to dwrink yers~ ? "

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Drink my tea...? Why did he have to say it in such a tone that indicated... Nono...that couldn't be it.

"So you are intoxicated... Wh-what? O-oh... Er.. If you don't want the staff to make you a cup... I could make you one. But since it is late, it would be at my house. If you wanted to come. I am sure you have plans with your date and all. The resort is nice and all..."

Shoot. This sounded as bad as last time. Except the boy had ended up crying on the floor uncontrollably. He kept a firmer, steadier grip on his shoulders now. He still didn't want the same to happen again. If not, people would stare. Especially the servants. It would be great to see them stare and make comments when he didn't do anything...

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"hee hhee..eh.."

That giggling was surely getting suspicious. Of course, his tone was also just as suspicious. He really did have too much to drink... He noticed that Hatto was looking elsewhere. He focused and followed his line of view.

"..my date.... .. r-resort..?.. ah..hah~ i pass~ ..i don't.. think that's such a gwood idea..~ .... i think he's.. better off withwouht me for tonigwht ~... "

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What had happened that made him so...against being around his date? Or rather, what had happened that made his date not want to be near him?

"Are you sure...?"

He paused. He noticed the cross-dressing boy with his head down on the table. It seemed that Milreaf was petting his head and was talking to him. Did he have too much to drink and was an emotional drunk...?

 "Oh... I see... If you don't have plans, you could join me after the promenade. My roommate just left, so I would be all alone. Was planning to watch the stars and all... O-oh, only if you want."

It wasn't that he needed someone around. But it would've been nice to be around someone after the promenade. It was stressful as is. His head still hurt from when he knocked out.

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Hatto looked back at Lemmy, though he was still teetering.

"i.. guess. w-well its not as if i had a plan to start with.. haah"

He let out a weak laugh. It sounded rather pitiful to Lemmy, as if something bad had happened and was simply trying to laugh it off sadly.

 "..but..hee~.."

He noticed he stopped and his face turned into a mischievous grin.

" inviting me so bowldly to your house~  ?.... ... ....if you..rweally don't mind me.. i will..accept that invitation this time.."

He said this with a wink. Lemmy could see him almost teetering towards him in a way that just dramatized how drunk he was. Or rather, how shameless he was in general.

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This time...this time... Oh! Lemmy's face exploded. He wasn't trying to pick him up...yes it sounded like that... It seemed like today was a bad day for him.

"Wh-what? It's not like that at all..."

He hoped that would be a good enough reason.

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" hehh~, i know... it was a joke~ i will behave." Hatto smiled innocently back, but Lemmy still was nervous around him.

It couldn't be helped that he did know that Hatto did have affections for him. Declared too. Not to mention, when he was drunk...whatever he kept quiet was now open and brash. He could only imagine how the night could ever unfold.

Still...

Taking Hatto by the arm, he didn't want the young man to teeter off and do something he'd regret... He also had to admit he didn't want him to get hurt either. He had seen a servant walk off from the balcony whistling with glee. The fact that Hatto had emerged from that angry and staggering had only made him guess what had gone on. It burned him with jealousy actually. The fact that he went with someone else burned him as well... But he could never say that. He had that very image of a perfect gentleman who could never be angry. Irritated, yes. He did that to Pide. But angry, never.

Lemmy felt incredibly bad for practically dragging him throughout the area, but he did have to put little things in. Telling workers what to do before they left. Milreaf had offered to make sure everyone left before she did. She pushed him away when he asked about Alil. She only sat right back next to him at that table, before she motioned him to just leave.

Sighing at finally finishing off, he could feel Hatto almost falling asleep on him. Since he was already in an arm-locked tight grip, he grabbed one of the goddess wings headed to Emain and used it. The bright light had engulfed both of them before returning them safely to Emain Macha Square.

It was odd seeing the Square so dead. But it was nearing midnight. The clouds were beginning to hang heavily over them. He hoped that the guests would surely get to the resort at least dry. But looking at the wet pavement of the ground, it seemed that it rained a little earlier. Knowing how the weather was like around the area...it seemed it would rain again.

As it did, the faint drops of rain hit his frames first. Then slowly it began to pour. Of course, Hatto was awake by this point. It would be much worse if he had suddenly woken up because of the rain.

"Oh, it's raining, and I forgot my umbrella today, I hope you can run. Here, take my hand. Don't want you to get lost."

Their arms were still locked...however; it was easy to get lost when the rain poured. The lack of visibility would've made it difficult in general.

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"a-ah...-wavers a bit- .. okay... i will try... ."

He felt him grab his hand nervously. Was he really just not used to him at all? Judging by the sound of his voice, it seemed he was slowly becoming sober again. It was already a bad idea to make someone who was drunk to run, but it was the only option before it was hard to see.

" haaa l lem-.. i" Lemmy could feel the tugging at his arm.

" i can't.... everythwin.... haa spin..ni n..g.. aah .."

Before he realized it, he fell to the ground. Shocked at how quickly he fell, they barely made it to the street to even go to the public stage. He could barely see, but he could make out some puppy dog eyes at him. Lemmy sighed before carefully taking him into his arms, princess/bridal style.

The walk to his house was rather slow and awkward. There was no talking between them, but their faces were close enough to be breathing into each other's air. He wasn't necessarily heavy, but the way he stared at him made his face red.

Upon finally coming to the doorway, he set him down to open to door. Once inside, he leaned outside to shake off the excess water on his cape. On the other hand, Hatto had taken the opportunity to shake like a dog. He wasn't sure how he did it, but he just was capable of drying himself off like a dog.

"I could've given you a towel.."

"u-oh...s sorry~."

He sighed; he often had come home wet from the sudden downpours. So he had a shelf near the coat hanger for towels. As he went to reach for them, he felt Hatto shake himself off again. Sighing exasperatedly, he threw a towel at his head. He was quick to dry off Hatto's head before he dried his own. Throwing both of the towels into a laundry basket.

Grasping the younger man's hand, he led him to the kitchen that was to the left of the door. Setting him down on a chair, he quickly went to heat a kettle of water. Looking through the open area in the wall looking out to the front door, he cautiously waited to see if his roommate would return. He fixed his eyes on a note on the counter. He wouldn't come home until later. It seemed it was last minute, and he had left earlier than he expected. Lemmy checked his phone again, checking the time it was sent. It was sent before dinner was even being prepared. He sighed and looked over to Hatto.

"Did you want a specific sort of tea? I've got all these herbal types...unless you want some other kind. I mostly drink chamomile myself."

" ahh~? .. i don't..really know much abwout tea yet..nhnh~." He gave him a sneaky grin. "ah.. i will have watevr you want me to taste like ~ "

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"T-Taste like...? A-Are you...? O-Oh, I-I...er... well, let's have some chamomile tea... ahehe... Did you want anything else? The rain looks like it's about to stop, so I can go get something before I get some stuff to see the sky soon."

There was one thing he couldn't exactly bear. It was being flirted on. How was one supposed to react positively? If you agreed, you were vain. If you were negative, you got complimented more on. If you return one, it was considered an invitation. There was no winning any flirtation battle.

"besides you..?..nothing~ "

Right there. That right there. That was the blushing face that he always wore when he was getting too flustered.

 "M-Me? A-Ah... Hold one moment." Lemmy turned around for a second. He could still feel Hatto's eyes on him, was he really just staring at his back though? He turned on the tap, cold water. As cold and icy as it could get. Though, to be honest he could also grab the bucket outside and pour it over his head. But he couldn't because there was a guest behind him. Cupping the cold water in his hands, he splashed it onto his face. Part of it got on the floor and around his shoulders. Turning the water off, he turned around. "Umm...yes. Could you watch that kettle for me? I'm just going to get something to sit on up on the roof."

Quickly side stepping out of the kitchen, he hurriedly went up to the stairs. Pausing, he turned around to check through the opening in the wall. He was really just staring at water boil. Walking upstairs, he made a quick detour to check if Zacharie was really gone, his shoes were...but he had extras. One...two...three... Yep, no sleep-deprived French college boy around. Lemmy hastily made his way to his room, taking ahold of a blanket, he folded it neatly before making his way downstairs. Going directly to the supply closet he grabbed a basket and some other items before turning right into the kitchen again.

 "S-Sorry for the wait... Sh-shall we go?"

Hatto turned around to face him.

"ah..i turned it off..but i burnt my hand and now hurts... .. lick it.“ He edged a hand to Lemmy's face. He raised a brow as he added the tea leaves into the kettle, it needed to steep after all.

Lemmy suddenly wished Milreaf never told him to do whatever anyone asked him to do. He was hoping to end the night safely without any kind of interaction of that sort. He breathed out calmly kneeling on the ground. He suddenly noticed that he took off his gloves already; they were kind of hastily shoved inside his coat pocket. Likely too wet from the rain.

He let out another sigh, as he gazed into his eyes. He always knew they were a different shade of blue. A brighter hue, much clearer than his own. He suddenly blushed all of a sudden; he remembered the compliment he had on his own eyes. Even if he was told they had no soul at all.

He gripped Hatto's hand in both of hands. He wanted to play with him for a little bit, was that alright? He looked back at Hatto, winked at him before focusing his gaze onto his hand again. He brushed his fingers against the top of his hands with light, feathery strokes. He slowly made articulate patterns on the top of the hand, focusing on the hand by itself. He returned eye contact, as he slid hand against his own cheek. With his other hand, he ran his fingertips between the cracks of Hatto's hand. Sliding them slowly and as sensually as possible.

Seeing that Hatto was slowly getting more nervous, he smirked a little bit. He could almost hear a whimper, but Lemmy made a small shushing motion with his lips. Finally moving his hand down his cheek, he gave Hatto a half-lidded look and decided to toy with him more. He licked his lips and gently touched one of his fingers with his tongue. Feeling quite certain that Hatto had a firm gaze on what he was doing, he put the entire finger inside his mouth. Being careful not to bite on such a small finger, it would hurt, not to mention...most people weren't into that sort of thing.

Sliding his tongue against the finger, he made sure to not let any surface remain untouched. First the bottom of the finger, licking as slowly as possible. He repeated this slow motion of licking and realized he slurped a few times. His hands tasted salty...and a bit like leather. An interesting taste to say the least. Keeping the firm grip on his hand, he slowly slid the finger out of his mouth. He could see a trail of saliva come out of his mouth. He was having fun, this was for sure. Continuing on to the next finger, he traced the path from one finger to the ridge to the next finger with his tongue before allowing the finger to enter his mouth again.

He was keeping a constant eye on Hatto's face. He surely seemed entranced, or at least very embarrassed. He didn't want to just stop right now... Licking the sides first this time, he took the time to make it worth it. But as he was done licking the length, he continued down again repeatedly. He saw Hatto shift uncomfortably; he decided it was this time to just put the entire finger in his mouth. He looked up a bit, and gave a short wink before continuing licking the bottom of the finger while it was still in his mouth.

Releasing the finger, he looked at the remaining three digits on his hand. Eyeing them, deciding what to do with them. He chuckled a small bit, before he gave him another half-lidded smirk. He shoved the remaining three fingers in his mouth all at once. He choked out a bit. He should've realized before putting it all in his mouth at one time... He bobbed his head down onto his fingers, making sure to keep it all in. But feeling that he couldn't, he released them all at once. Noticing another trail of saliva, he licked the fingers against to collect it.

"Do you want an ice pack instead?"

He reached into his pocket and retrieved his navy and gold embroidered silk handkerchief, wiping his hands cleanly while he waited for an answer.

"oh...///..  o-oops..it was..my other hand...~.."

He arched an eyebrow, was he feeling alright? Or did he really want to feel his tongue all over his hand? He took his other hand gently, this time he engulfed two fingers in his mouth. Definitely much more doable than three. He pressed his lips against his hand and drew it back and forth up and down his fingers. it was a rhythmic pattern. Was he beginning to breathe heavily? No, that couldn't be it. He flicked his tongue occasionally at these two fingers. Enjoying the mix of saltiness and leather. Popping out the two fingers, he gripped the hand firmly while staring at him with a little hint of mischief. He madly sucked the next finger for a few seconds before settling down. Lemmy closed his eyes. This was going a little too far, wasn't it...?

He felt another shift of discomfort. He stroked his hand gently, drawing the same articulate patterns on the top of his hands gently. In reality, he was just writing random words in Japanese. But he didn't think Hatto would notice. The gentle flick of his tongue underneath his finger created a sort of fluttering feeling. He heard a very gentle mewling noise. He opened his eyes and noticed his face had become completely red.

He slid the finger out of his mouth. Lemmy was starting to feel bad for teasing him for so long. But he wasn't done yet; there were still two fingers left. Instead of simply putting them in his mouth this time, he gently petted the last two fingers with his tongue. Like a gentle caress. He breathed out gently. It was bound to feel cooler as well. He swirled his tongue over the tips of both fingers and licked them entirely without ever putting them in his mouth. Letting his tongue run again for the last time under the fingers, he gently returned them to his side.

 "Feeling better now?" he asked this while wiping his fingers gently.

"y-yes.... t-thank you..." His face had bloomed into a red tomato. Lemmy wondered if he ever took it seriously that he indeed had experience...a lot of it as well. Standing up, he gently pat down his pants while he added the tea to the canister.

 "Alright, I'll just put this tea in a canister and... since you still look exhausted, I'll just bring my cloud pet up for you." He stuck two fingers into his mouth and made a certain sound. The cloud in question had appeared as it was promised.

"He'll take you up, now go on. He's friendly. I'll be up in a moment."

He noticed that Hatto was rummaging into his coat pocket for something. He noticed he quickly stuck it in his pocket. Hatto struggled a bit taking off his jacket; it seemed heavy and wet after all. Afterwards, he placed it on a chair.

  "hee~,okee, Lemmy. " he cautiously waited for the cloud to lower itself onto the floor before he got on. Lemmy opened the door to the front to let the duo out. He could faintly hear a small scream as his cloud rose up to the roof quickly.

Lemmy chuckled a bit before returning to his kitchen to place the canister and a few tea cups into the basket. Holding it in one hand, he walked up to his room, and walked to one of his windows. Most had never noticed, mainly in due part that it was covered by tree branches, but there was a balcony that was just barely touched by the branches. It covered the side railings with ivy, creating an almost romantic atmosphere. He walked out and looked at the ladder that he had set there many years ago. He never took it down, despite barely having been at home at night.

He climbed it carefully, it was slippery. But it was wood... He finally made it to the top and noticed Hatto sitting on a flat part of the roof. It seemed he had taken off his vest and sat on it to prevent being wet. Odd...considering his clothes were see-through...and wet. And he was already wet to begin with.

"Sorry about that. Careful the roof is sort of slippery." Lemmy waited for Hatto to stand up before grabbing his vest in one arm, carefully laying down the blanket over the flat area. They both sat down as he carefully poured a cup of warm tea to Hatto.

"Here, have some tea. Careful, it's still hot. Ah. The clouds need to clear up a bit more but... It isn't every day that you can have a late night picnic on a roof. Just watching the stars... (with someone you like...)" He took a few sips out of his own cup as he watched the clouds slowly dissipate into thin air and allowed a view of the stars. He smiled gently, as he gazed.

"thank you ~ ah..hee.. this does smell like you..." Lemmy could feel Hatto staring at him with a soft smile as he took gentle sips ".. mm~.. it is..reawlly nice....yea~

....

.. thenk you..Lewmmy.. if..you..weren't there.. i.." From the corner of his eyes he noticed that he was gripping his pants pocket with his free hand.

"If I weren't there...you would what?" He paused and looked at Hatto completely now. He felt a soft breeze run through. He wasn't cold because he primarily wasn't wet due to his cape. But he saw that Hatto was shaking a bit. He was constantly sipping at his tea to keep warm. "You look a little cold; do you want to use my cape? It's waterproof. And if it rains again, you won't get soaked."

 "n-nothing...." Lemmy doubted it was nothing. "haa~ ?..well~.."

He saw a moment of lingering desire in his eyes before he scooted himself closer to him.

"don't mind if i do ~..."

He ran his fingers through his white hair gently. He knew what he was slowly getting into. It was slowly becoming inevitable. He unclasped the gold frog for his cape and carefully draped it over Hatto's shoulders. He reclasped the frog into place. He turned back to the sky and sipped a few times. Lemmy snuck a few glances at Hatto who was pouring more tea into his cup. It seemed like his body heat from his cape had enveloped Hatto to a point of embarrassment. His face was running hot. He bet his heart was racing, especially since it more or less covered him. It would've felt like a warm hug.

"Mm... Ah yes...how the clouds are clearing... it certainly is a very nice view right now. Thank you for coming along with me."

He felt Hatto's fingertips brush against his own. Slowly realizing that his hand was being covered by Hatto's, he turned to him before the hand slid off and returned to just touching.

 ".. the view...yes..it's rweally nice..a-ah.."

Lemmy could feel that he wasn't really staring at the sky at all. But rather him. He decided not to say anything. He could see him glance at him.

".. oh..no.. Thaenk you..Lwemmy.....Lewm..m..y....could yu..close your eyes ..fo a moment...?"

He was a bit puzzled at what he wanted him to do.

 "Close my eyes? What for...? But alright." He turned around to face him entirely before shutting his eyes. The breeze was making his eyelids flutter a bit. He heard Hatto slowly crawling in front of him. They were now breathing into each other's air again.

 "d-don't open them..okay...?.. i won't hurt you.."

"Okay...but I don't know what you're up to." he said this in a teasing tone, but he remained still and kept his eyes closed.

Reaching into his pocket, Hatto carefully took out what he had taken out of his coat earlier. It was a small jewelry box. He opened it to reveal a small rabbit-shaped necklace. He was getting rather nervous.

"...hm..e-excuse me.."

He said this as he reached over and untied his ascot, lying it on the blanket right beside him. He breathed out, lucky that his vest was rather low. His fingers began to shake as he accidentally touched Lemmy's collar bone as he began to undo the first 2 buttons of his shirt. He traced a line up from what was exposed up to his neck. He heard Lemmy sigh out a bit, and even shiver.

"....a-ah.. .. ."

He was beginning to get nervous, he wasn't even close to finishing what he was planning to do, and Lemmy might open his eyes at any time. He carefully reached over and slid the frames off his face. He knew that Lemmy was very blind. Even if he opened his eyes, he would only see blurriness.

 ".. hee~ i will..give these back..in a minute...~"

Lemmy still had no idea what to expect. But it had to be something if he was sliding his glasses off his face. Perhaps he was doing something he didn't want to see? But he wasn't doing anything wrong...yet.

Hatto slowly inched forward, his breathing becoming very shaky and unsteady. This was the moment he was waiting for. He unclasped the back of the necklace, he reached around gently put the cool metal against his neck. He stopped for a moment; his neck was hot against his fingers. Deciding to do it all at once, he finished clasping the necklace around his neck. Grabbing his neck to steady himself, he pressed his lips against Lemmy's. He was rather inexperienced, so the simple notion of just pressing his lips against his was enough.

"....a little payback..for stealing my first~....-"

He said this with a smile as he gently fixed the necklace and reluctantly fixed his shirt and retied the ascot on his shirt. He lingered and traced the pattern on his capelet before replacing the glasses on his face and returning to his place.

"...y-you can open them now..~"

Lemmy opened them to see Hatto smiling very contently. It was a nice smile. Very cute, and nothing lik

e when he was pushing him.

"A-Ah...? I-I stole your first kiss?"

He touched his lips gently in thought.

"I apologize, if I had known I wouldn’t have done it. I'm sure you wanted to have a much more special first kiss.... Ah...? What did you put around my neck?"

They sat in silence. The only sounds of sipping as they stared at the sky. The awkwardness of the moment was hanging between them. Lemmy breathed out and turned to Hatto.

"I'm really sorry for stealing your first kiss. How about I make it up to you?"

He leaned over and licked Hatto's lips gently and slowly before resting his own lips against his. After a few moments of getting letting it linger, he gently pressed his tongue into his mouth, inviting himself inside.

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"A-ah..?" he didn't even give him time to think or say anything, all he felt

was his lips, again, touching his, this time slightly more forceful and deeper, feeling his tongue hustling again his own, wich he started to shyly move it aswell- "..L..Le m...-" he gasped out with a small voice, wanting this to stop but at the same time not, he felt as if his insides were melting, it felt too good.

He could feel his whole face burning, but he didn't want to break off of it yet, he grab a hold on his arm in an attempt to keep him close and to make him notice that he was enjoying it.-

His breathing was heavy and irregular.

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He usually wasn't one to start anything so rash. It was like that time at the square. He felt he had to do it. It felt...so right and inviting and...Enticing.

He heard a very small gasp coming out from Hatto calling out for his name. Did he want to stop or? He could hear the pounding of his heart rapidly pulsing. Almost wanting to jump right out. The sound of Hatto's heavy breathing assured him that he was feeling the same, at least.

He wanted to close the distance a little more, just a little bit more... Lemmy leaned in a bit closer. He pressed his fingers against Hatto's cheek, stroking it gently. His face was certainly warm...or was that his own fingers? He suddenly wished he was wearing gloves tonight.

Allowing his face lean a little too close. His glasses pressed against the side of his face...oops. He hasn't been this nervous since his first...second...third…? His tongue pressed against his. Very gentle...inviting even. The need to overpower was truly strong, but...no...Not this early. Gentle fighting was alright, wasn't it? The taste of the chamomile tea mixed in vodka surely lingered on his taste buds. He secretly wished that how he tasted like mainly lemon candy and chamomile was enjoyable for Hatto.

Keeping his other hand on Hatto's arm, he stroked it gently. His clothes were wet, really wet. Lemmy shifted himself a little more comfortable. He felt his nose bump against his. Oh.

"I'm sorry." he said quickly, breaking away from the kiss before returning to his lips. He never noticed how soft they were...Or how gentle his touch really was. It brought a shiver to his body. He wanted more...a lot more. It felt incredible really, even the amount of inexperience...It felt so genuine...and even cute?

Opening his eyes slowly, he took the hand on his cheek, slowly running it down Hatto's face slowly...sensually... before cupping his chin and lightly giving a final, gentle kiss back.

"I'm sorry about that. I hope that was much better for you."

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 Such a mature kiss; his movements, his breathing, his touch.. it felt too intense.Even if at times it felt a bit,

His chest was hurting from how strong he felt his heart beating. w-why did he suddenly...?

A herb scent lingered around him, engulfing him, making him relax even more and just gave in to him.

Bump."I'm sorry", hearing his voice made him open his eyes quickly.. to just as quickly close them again as he felt him initiate another kiss.

It was embarrassing, he was hyperventilating naughtily. "t-this is..bad.." he thought while feeling arousal growing all over his body.

After feeling his lips apart, for good this time, he slowly opened his eyes, gazing at him, confused, overly excited, light headed.

He saw his mouth move.. talk?.. but he couldn't hear a thing.

He couldn't take it, it was way too much!, he tried to talk but no words came out of him.He fainted."

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Lemmy didn't see Hatto respond to him before he fainted right into his lap. He waited a little bit before he wet his fingers from the rainwater on the roof and flicked it on his face. Noticing that he was still not stirring, he began to get worried. He quickly wiped the rain off of his face. Noticing that the clouds were beginning to get heavy again, he whistled for his cloud pet. Gently placing Hatto on the pet, he cleaned up and traded the basket for the young man. He told his pet to just go into his house through his balcony and put his basket on the kitchen table, then leave.

The cloud whizzed into the balcony. Lemmy hoped he didn't make any mess of his papers by flying about in his room. This was the second time tonight that he was carrying Hatto bridal/princess style. He walked to the edge of the roof to where his balcony was. Since it was dangerous to go down the ladder with a person, and it was rather close. He decided to jump off his roof onto his balcony.

As he landed; his legs gave out for a second. It really was a lot of stress on his legs... His cloud had returned and nudged him gently with its condensed water-like head. He shook his head and desummoned the pet.

Walking into his room, he carefully shut the door to his balcony as he laid Hatto on his bed. Hatto looked really wet. He was soaking from that downpour earlier… But even with his cape around him, he looked wet. He could almost be sick... Lemmy unclasped the cape again, draping it around his desk chair. Deciding finally that it was better to have Hatto in warmer clothes, he looked inside one of his drawers that held his clothes when he was younger.

Obviously, the clothes he had now would never fit Hatto at all. Finding a pair of pajamas and a clean set of clothes from when he was newly coming into Erinn, he placed the clean clothes on one of his night stands near his bed. The pajamas he set on one of his pillows.

Cautiously leaning over his body, he untied the string around his neck. He suddenly realized that Zacharie may come home at any given moment and see what he was doing. And right now, it wasn't a very good looking sight. Lemmy breathed out. He walked over to his door and locked it. Only suddenly realizing what this would look like to an outsider. He quickly drew the curtains to his window and balcony. Even now, it looked like he was hiding something.

He sat to the side of Hatto, while thinking about how to advance. The only thing he heard was the pitter patter of the rain against his windows. Believing that this would only stagnate the process, he leaned back over and slowly began to undo his shirt.

He was getting nervous, the last time he was undoing someone's shirt besides his own was when he was going to have a rather steamy night... He shook his head, no... This wasn't the time to think about the past. Pressing his back up, leaning against him, he slowly pulled the shirt off of him. Slowly becoming aware that he was undressing a minor, he began to get nervous. He shouldn't even be looking at a minor in this way, yet he was...Nono...no time for thoughts like these, he thought.

He rubbed his tongue against the roof of his mouth. There was an oddly sweet taste lingering there. Tasted...even a little bit of anisette...even a bit of licorice. Hatto didn't look like the type to consume candy... Besides...it didn't taste like the lemon candy he consumed at all. Feeling a rather large portion of this oddly sweet substance, he rubbed his tongue against his index finger to see what it was. Lemmy saw what was a clear pinkish-purple fluid on his finger. It was unlike anything he’s seen before, or tasted either. He didn’t really eat anything that day… Unless it was something Hatto had put into his mouth….He gently wiped it off with his handkerchief.

Remembering his candy, he unwrapped a lemon candy from his pocket and put it in his mouth. His face suddenly burst into a heated blush as he realized what that sounded like...opening of a certain package...

Breathing out slowly, he removed his shoes off as well as his socks. At least, this was easy. He had thought. He wondered why he didn't even just remove his own boots. Or why he kept his own boots on for as long as he did... He unlaced his own boots and slipped them off. Taking care to keep his socks on.

His mind was beginning to cloud, why couldn't he think straight? But he thought that he might as well undress as well... He reached over and threw Hatto's shirt onto his desk chair. He would have to wash it later. Lemmy began to undo his ascot and his capelet. Throwing them into his laundry basket. He stood up suddenly, taking out his own set of pajamas, still pressed and clean.

Lemmy unclasped the metal hinges keeping his vest together. Unsnapping the clasps for his suspenders, he pulled them off and carefully hung them inside a closet. Beginning to undo his shirt, he threw it off hastily as he felt himself almost rushing to take off his pants. There was no need to...But...his mind told him it was what he wanted... But why? He has never felt the need to partake in such sexual activities. It wasn’t gentlemanly, besides becoming addicted to the action might…be worse. He remembered his teenage days quite well. Something he didn’t want to repeat.

Throwing them into the same laundry basket, he felt himself breathe heavily at Hatto again. He was practically naked, save...his socks and his...boxers. He wasn't planning to do anything to him... just...change him... But why...? He felt he could hardly control himself any longer. As though there was an animalistic lust taking over his senses.

He took care to carefully unzip his pants. His breathing began to become uncontrollable. He grabbed by the waistbands and pulled them almost completely off. He was unaware as to why they were a bit difficult to pull off. He took the time to slide them off his legs and throw them at the chair that he put his shirt and neck ribbon on. When he slid his hand back, he felt his fingers touch a protruding area.

Lemmy gulped very nervously. Suddenly very aware of what he just did. He heard a very inaudible moan coming from Hatto, jerking his fingers away. He could see a definite outline of something. Something for certain. He wondered what he could’ve done to actually make the boy…feel that way. Images of what transpired in the kitchen and on the roof had reminded him instantly. Normally he would've just run away or excused himself...but something willed him to try new things.

Pressing his face against Hatto's, he licked his neck slowly. Hearing an escaped sigh in his sleep, he felt urged to continue on with his gestures. He blew his breath gently on his neck, feeling a slight shiver from the young man, he felt a little downcast. Of course, this was to be assumed considering that he was more or less asleep.

Pressing his nose against Hatto’s head, he breathed out slowly and licked the edge of his ear. Inching closer, he nibbled on his ear very gently. Waiting for a response. He saw that he moved very slightly, as if in a bad dream and needed salvation. Dipping his index finger in his mouth, he gently created a path with his finger down the young man’s cheek, collarbone, arm, and slowly down to his thigh.

He could hear very clear mewling, despite the fact that he was more or less asleep. Feeling a bit braver, he pressed his fingers against his crotch. Stroking the fabric of it gently, repeatedly. Sometimes very gentle and quick, others very pronounced and slow. He could hear a very faint murmur, before he realized what exactly he was doing it again.

Looking around flustered, he grabbed the pajamas off the pillow. He pulled Hatto's arms through the sleeves, quickly buttoning it up again. He struggled to put the pants leg up, but he breathed out in relief when he did. Feeling nervous, he quickly dressed in his own pajamas. Grabbing Hatto's prom clothes and slipping on his bunny slippers, he took one look at the sleeping young man on his bed before he headed downstairs.

Finding his basket on the table, he reached for the vest that was neatly tucked into the basket. Grabbing Hatto's scarf, gloves and coat off his chair he headed downstairs to his basement and went to wash them. As he returned upstairs, he was met with his roommate entering the house.

Zacharie looked mildly uncomfortable as he shook off the excess water off his umbrella and stepped inside.

(I forgot to shade that umbrella, oh well)

"Quite someday, eh? I finally got that project done." he smirked and mentioned he even had a date planned.

"If you only date people and not work hard...you won't get anywhere."

"Well Lemon Cake..." he said this in a whiny tone as he rubbed his head against Lemmy's shoulder. “If I did the opposite, I would end up like you. Working all the time AND with no cutie in my bed."

Lemmy grew nervous at that, but dared not say anything. Zacharie understood immediately.

"Aha? Well, Lemmy. Didn't know that you scored tonight."

"N-No, please don't."

"I wanna see what they look like!" The younger man lurched forward to race up the stairs, only to be caught by Lemmy by grabbing his hood.

"Don't!"

Zacharie stopped and whined. He was caught, and he wished he wasn’t. But he complied. He removed his shoes and placed them carefully on the shoe shelf. They talked a little bit in their kitchen before Zacharie retired to his room muttering the entire time about not seeing who Lemmy had brought home. The sound of footsteps ascending the staircase and the quick click of a lock was the reassuring sound that he held his word. That was one lucky break, but Zacharie had to be extremely tired to not try anything.

Returning to chuck Hatto's clothes in the dryer, he remained in his kitchen. He half-numbingly ate at the cheese fondue that Milreaf had given to him, knowing he wouldn't eat at the promenade. Lemmy realized he never checked what Hatto had put around his neck. Lifting the collar to his pajamas, he noticed the small rabbit necklace. It was awfully cute. He normally wouldn’t wear such things… But the small rabbit was adorable, and it was a gift to him. He’d wear it under his shirt. It wouldn’t harm him, if he did that.

He smiled gently, replacing it back to where he found it. As he finished up eating and cleaned his dish, he heard the dryer finish buzzing. Signaling that it was finished. Taking the now extremely warm clothes to his room, he saw Hatto still knocked out. He suddenly realized that he never tucked him in properly. Placing the clothes carefully on his desk chair, he carried Hatto to the head of his bed, carefully tucking him in. He returned to the clothes, folding them in a neat pile and laid them right next to the extra clothes he laid out.

Sitting on his reading chair, he began to skim over at the book he had on his desk. A grand romance novel, about two lovers who had minimal time together. Generally a very cliché but very sad story. He looked at the drawn curtains on his window. He wasn't used to being home at such an hour. Getting rather bored, he stood up and looked over to Hatto who was still sleeping. Making small noises as he slept.

He leaned over and realized how warm he actually was. Stroking his hair gently, he combed his hair with his fingers before he simply patted his head gently. He pressed his lips to his forehead and mouth gently. Lingering for a few seconds longer on his lips.

"Good night, Hatto."