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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

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It was an absurd situation from all angles, but it had had the desired effect. Luke’s fury had disarmed his obsessive affections for long enough for the situation to be explained and controlled; as much as Jade found it almost slightly amusing to have a seventeen year old boy fawning over him with multicoloured hearts and sparkles, the concept of having that boy clinging coquettishly from an arm seemed slightly more… what was the word

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Dist nearly jumped when he heard the door shut, no less intimidated by the clack of the man's footsteps, heart leaping into his throat. "J-Jade!" Dist's nervousness increased tenfold, hearing his heartbeat in his ears. In his anxious reflex, he had clutched his tie, loosening it somewhat unintentionally. He released it, bringing himself to a shaky stand, nervously rubbing one of his biceps as he glanced off to the side.

He almost hadn't expected Jade to come, especially so soon. He hadn't really thought of a way that would make things any more explicitly clear than he'd aleady tried. "So you came afterall..."

Dist was obviously procrastinating a little, gnawing his lowerlip as he thought on what to do.

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Really, the point was to give Dist very little reaction time. If left to brood, the man would doubtlessly come up with wild plans that he might even be capable of carrying out somewhat before Jade could prevent the theatrics.

So, with the usual merciless stance to Dist’s poor, abused nerves, Jade canted his head to the side, one hand finding his hip. “Of course, Saphir.” Special attention paid, yet again, to that name in particular. And, with unpitying timing still in tact, “Now then… you were going to provide me with proof of your… affections, mmm?” He dragged out the last syllable, perfectly at ease with pinning his gaze onto Dist over the rim of his glasses.

Already anxious, Jade couldn’t imagine that the man would become less so. Really, it was a losing battle for Saphir on that front.

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Dist rubbed the back of his neck, feeling easily stifled by Jade's overwhelming presence. In person, he was a bit more difficult to talk to. Dist's cheeks burned right to his ears with a red hue, and he rubbed the back of his neck nervously, craned downwards as it usually was. He didn't mean to come across as so coy, but, well. Here he was.

The drawl of Jade's words made Dist all the more uncomfortable, for whatever reason. He gave a short, irate sigh. "Yes." Of course, Dist hadn't actually come around to deciding just how he was going to manage this.

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Clearly, Dist had not thought this through. Likely, he’d spent the time between their ‘chat’ and this very moment pass in trying to compose himself.

An epic failure if ever there was.

Perfect~

“My, you look a bit annoyed, Saphir… I did not want to have to prove you wrong, but you were so insistent you could prove it.” He allowed a pause to punctuate the air, and then cut in with a wavering sigh and a shrug of a single arm, the gesture slow, and perhaps slightly flamboyant after the flick of his wrist. A shake of the head, subtle, accompanied it. He was absolutely fluid, distressingly calm as usual. “Well, then… perhaps I ought to be going?”

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"N-no! I can prove it!" Dist reached forward irrationally, snagging Jade's wrist. He did have...one method, but it was actually more scary than embarrassing. Dist awkwardly released, having not quite meant to do that, the palm replacing the surface of Jade's wrist with the surface of Dist's bicep, giving a nervous rub. He wasn't a very physical person, and so awkwardness was abound. Dist's meticulously groomed brows furrowed, and he frowned. "Just...give me a minute."

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Jade’s expression snapped, just for the barest moment, flickered to something perhaps a bit like disastrous shock for just a splinter of a second-Dist, luckily, was too preoccupied with his own apparent surprise to be bothered with noticing

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Dist had actually been experiencing a similar inner conflict; questioning his own feelings, though more for the fact that he wanted to skirt this. He almost didn't want to feel for Jade romantically, but seeking out excuses didn't seem to sway him. Perhaps in confessing, Dist would find confirmation of his own feelings, though he hadn't doubted them previously

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“Of course.” Jade agreed, amusement seeping in to the accents of the words. Tp ‘make Jade feel foolish’ and to ‘prove him incorrect’. Two elements Dist rarely, if had ever, pulled off

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Dist's childhood clinginess--Saphir's clinginess, was also likely because he felt he could also relate to Jade for the fact that they also shared a massive intellectual capacity. Even if it was seldom recognized (usually only when Jade needed Dist's service as a scientist through the course of their life), Dist appreciated an equal.

In a way, Dist felt he didn't understand many things about life, and he knew that Jade didn't quite understand either. However, Jade had both of his feet planted firmly on the scape known as reality. Since the professor's death, Dist had definately been somewhere else for a great number of years.

Dist felt weighted by the pressure, aware of the time slipping as he thought. He chewed on a gloved thumb. He was beginning to think that he should start harnessing will power as opposed to trying to find a way to say it in a way he could without killing himself that he hadn't already tried. What would it take

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There was, of course, the odd sense of… liability. He’d been the one to convince Saphir, however very little convincing it took, that fomicry could truly overturn death. When he’d learned his mistakes too late, forcibly, by way of the foreign concepts of regret, he couldn’t quite explain to Saphir what it was that he had been wrong. Such a rarity as it was, and about something they’d invested lives into

lol oops, wrong comment.

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An idiot indeed

I fail at typing, my bad. XD

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Now, that earned a thin smile quirked against Jade’s lips. The image of Saphir running, a thrashing whorl of pink, white, and black, followed by an astute whine, was somewhat hilarious in its own foppish manner. Clearly, no one but the blind and deaf could take this man seriously, and even then, it may have been difficult. God General, indeed.

“I assumed by the time you were done convincing me that a minute hadn’t run out just yet, it will have been gone.” And, as the last seconds ticked down… “I do believe it is, and I’m to the door with perfect timing.”

HOHO, we're cool. Btw, SURPRISE GETS

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Well, Dist was no longer a God General as it was. In other words: he had no title to attach to his name to try and make people take him more seriously. Ohoho. He was no longer part of The Order--even if he was somehow free of prison's hold, it would be unlikely he could hold on to the title.

With Jade's last words, Dist's eyes widened and, he made another irrational move. Quite. In fact, perhaps the most irrational thing he'd ever done. Well, as an exaggeration. A result of frenetic panic, of sorts -- Dist didn't even have time to tell Jade to shut up.

So rather, Jade's words were killed on his lips, Dist rolling onto the balls of his feet to place a soft kiss against Jade's lips. He felt something swell uneasily, but delightfully, in his chest, then...

His thoughts were distracted from all three subjects, funneling down to wondering whether or not he was going to die for this.

Like ICE, us. ...And OH MY YULIA, he WENT THERE.

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Jade’s First Thought: It was actually rather graceful. Considering the rush placed on the movements, the newness and certain awkwardness of the gesture, one should have expected-were they expecting it-a mesh of noses, a clink of two pairs of glasses meeting, a stumble of limbs… but no. Dist had been rather elegant about the entire affair, just lips brushing his own in a light but feverish conglomeration of seconds.

Jade’s Second Thought: Probably, Indignation.

His hand, out of reflex, clenched a moment, fingers biting into his palm. He hadn’t closed his eyes, so his gaze was still stuck on the uncomfortable, dwarfed man, silent.

And, this silence would continue, until, very casually… he did indeed slip past Dist for the door, a brush of arms and not a word spoken.

I KNOW. D: SHEET, SHEET

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Dist was actually quite surprised he hadn't ended up knocking Jade over, or something similar