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Who: Jade Curtiss and Dist
When: After all this nonsense. Same evening, I suppose.
Where: The rickity shack the Keterburgian's are currently inhabiting.
Rating: PG-13, for now.
Warnings: Gay, awkward failure kiss.
Summary: Dist sets out to prove his feelings for Jade (as a result of false pretenses on Jade's part) after he expresses that he allegedly doesn't believe Dist's confession.
Regardless of the emotional strain that Dist had pushed himself through with so much strange banter between himself and Jade, Dist managed to work up his usual temper, having buried his discomfort and partial angst under anger (always a convenient guise, but hardly ever intentional). As a result, his courage was pumped up enough to make him stupidly persistent: prove how he felt? Dist wasn't even entirely sure how he was going to do that. He'd already spilled out his guts, and Jade was still rejecting those feelings despite supposedly having some sort of romantic interest for the younger male.
Dist's fingers curled against his bicep as he frowned, one of the said fingers tapping irately against the muscle. One of his legs bounced restlessly as he sat and waited. Dist bit his lip. Damn it, what was he going to do? He couldn't believe he had become wrapped up in this in the first place, but was too stubborn to back down.
The room carried a slight chill. Though a dump it was, the shack was thankfully roomy enough for privacy. Dist would be damned if someone barged in during a personal, insistent confession to Jade about these feelings he'd kept restrained all these years.
When: After all this nonsense. Same evening, I suppose.
Where: The rickity shack the Keterburgian's are currently inhabiting.
Rating: PG-13, for now.
Warnings: Gay, awkward failure kiss.
Summary: Dist sets out to prove his feelings for Jade (as a result of false pretenses on Jade's part) after he expresses that he allegedly doesn't believe Dist's confession.
Regardless of the emotional strain that Dist had pushed himself through with so much strange banter between himself and Jade, Dist managed to work up his usual temper, having buried his discomfort and partial angst under anger (always a convenient guise, but hardly ever intentional). As a result, his courage was pumped up enough to make him stupidly persistent: prove how he felt? Dist wasn't even entirely sure how he was going to do that. He'd already spilled out his guts, and Jade was still rejecting those feelings despite supposedly having some sort of romantic interest for the younger male.
Dist's fingers curled against his bicep as he frowned, one of the said fingers tapping irately against the muscle. One of his legs bounced restlessly as he sat and waited. Dist bit his lip. Damn it, what was he going to do? He couldn't believe he had become wrapped up in this in the first place, but was too stubborn to back down.
The room carried a slight chill. Though a dump it was, the shack was thankfully roomy enough for privacy. Dist would be damned if someone barged in during a personal, insistent confession to Jade about these feelings he'd kept restrained all these years.