And he's like so annoying (part 2c/X)
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September 8 2010, 08:44:14 UTC
Silence.
Gilbert looked up. Antonio was staring at him, one cherry tomato halfway to his mouth. Francis’ faint eyebrows were almost obscured by his thin blond hair. His blue eyes were wide.
“Wait what?”
“Why?”
When Gilbert didn’t say anything Francis pressed further. “Gilbert,” Francis said. “Did Feliks just snap or did you-“
“I didn’t do anything! What sort of guy do you think I am? Just cause he’s drunk and dressed like a hot girl doesn’t mean I’m going-“
“Whoa,” Antonio said regaining his voice. “We didn’t say that at-“
“Gilbert, why don’t you tell us the whole story?”
“And then yeah, I kissed him,” Gilbert muttered. He stared at his palms, held up in front of his face. “He was going to cry and it was late and he looked like a girl.” He sighed. “So yeah. That’s how I got hi lipstick on me.”
“And then he cracked you over the head with his shoe?” Antonio asked a bit too eagerly. Gilbert and Francis glared at him.
“Did he?”
“No, it was just awkward. He kissed back, I mean it wasn’t like I forced him to kiss me,” Gilbert said with a shrug. “He just didn’t exactly remember that when he woke up.” He shrugged. So much for him getting along better with his roommate.
“Ah,” Francis said and Gilbert had to wonder how many times Francis had been in that situation. He looked as though he understood Gilbert’s predicament a little too much or at least had been in that situation a little too often.
“But you kissed Feliks, your roommate, the super fem faggy one?” Antonio asked, his eyebrows high on his face. “Like for reals kissed him, not like a covering-his-mouth-with-yours-so-you-don’t-hear-his-shouts?” Gilbert and Francis looked at him. “What? I do it all the time to Lovino. But then we usually have sex afterwards.” Antonio paused to think. Gilbert mentally winced. “Did you have sex afterwards?”
“No, no we did not have sex afterwards, that’s sort of the entire point!” Gilbert said. Honestly, Antonio was so, so, there weren’t even words.
“Did you like it?” Francis asked. Gilbert didn’t know which of them he hated more at moment.
“He’s, he’s not that bad of a kisser and when he’s in drag, he’s sorta-he looks just a girl,” Gilbert said, not meeting Francis’ eyes.
“Well,” Francis said sounding rather stunned. “Perhaps you’ll get along better now.”
“Oh, that’s hardly likely,” Gilbert said, getting up. “He tried to kill me in my sleep. Anyways, I’ve got class now. See you later.”
Gilbert looked up. Antonio was staring at him, one cherry tomato halfway to his mouth. Francis’ faint eyebrows were almost obscured by his thin blond hair. His blue eyes were wide.
“Wait what?”
“Why?”
When Gilbert didn’t say anything Francis pressed further. “Gilbert,” Francis said. “Did Feliks just snap or did you-“
“I didn’t do anything! What sort of guy do you think I am? Just cause he’s drunk and dressed like a hot girl doesn’t mean I’m going-“
“Whoa,” Antonio said regaining his voice. “We didn’t say that at-“
“Gilbert, why don’t you tell us the whole story?”
“And then yeah, I kissed him,” Gilbert muttered. He stared at his palms, held up in front of his face. “He was going to cry and it was late and he looked like a girl.” He sighed. “So yeah. That’s how I got hi lipstick on me.”
“And then he cracked you over the head with his shoe?” Antonio asked a bit too eagerly. Gilbert and Francis glared at him.
“Did he?”
“No, it was just awkward. He kissed back, I mean it wasn’t like I forced him to kiss me,” Gilbert said with a shrug. “He just didn’t exactly remember that when he woke up.” He shrugged. So much for him getting along better with his roommate.
“Ah,” Francis said and Gilbert had to wonder how many times Francis had been in that situation. He looked as though he understood Gilbert’s predicament a little too much or at least had been in that situation a little too often.
“But you kissed Feliks, your roommate, the super fem faggy one?” Antonio asked, his eyebrows high on his face. “Like for reals kissed him, not like a covering-his-mouth-with-yours-so-you-don’t-hear-his-shouts?” Gilbert and Francis looked at him. “What? I do it all the time to Lovino. But then we usually have sex afterwards.” Antonio paused to think. Gilbert mentally winced. “Did you have sex afterwards?”
“No, no we did not have sex afterwards, that’s sort of the entire point!” Gilbert said. Honestly, Antonio was so, so, there weren’t even words.
“Did you like it?” Francis asked. Gilbert didn’t know which of them he hated more at moment.
“He’s, he’s not that bad of a kisser and when he’s in drag, he’s sorta-he looks just a girl,” Gilbert said, not meeting Francis’ eyes.
“Well,” Francis said sounding rather stunned. “Perhaps you’ll get along better now.”
“Oh, that’s hardly likely,” Gilbert said, getting up. “He tried to kill me in my sleep. Anyways, I’ve got class now. See you later.”
“But you don’t have-”
“Shhhh, Tonio.”
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