feistytrader | trustfell Room 12 threads/Case 4 death thread

Just thinkin'.

[... Something kind of stupid, maybe, and after a moment he'll kind of... hesitantly push some of Silver's hair behind his ear? Just trying it out. Tense and ready to backpedal.]

About what?

[Silver doesn't exactly move to stop him, but he can put up with his hair being tucked back for maybe five seconds before shaking his head to try to knock it back into place.]

Stuff.

[The longer he can avoid saying it the better, and though he scowls for a moment at the hair being knocked back into place he'll try something else, just... taking Silver's hand to hold, fuck it, that's something normal between them it's not Weird he can calm his tits.]

[Stuff. Because Gold's not going to tell him, even after all of this.

He doesn't bother to move his hand away, but he's definitely visibly annoyed.]

Don't look like that, dude, it's-- nothin'.

[... Or rather, it's. Something, but he's not 100% sure how to. Go about it? It's weird.]

I mean, it's not nothing, it's something, but it's kind of embarrassing. Okay? Let me do what I gotta do.

[...Gold, what the hell could possibly be so embarrassing that-]

Okay.

[Should he stay still? He should probably stay still.]

... Don't move, and don't say anything, okay?

[Because he's gonna kind of

do the same thing he did before? with the hair and the ear. But he's going to awkwardly let his hand linger at Silver's cheek, other hand tightening its grip, and cup Silver's face. There's the same tenseness as before, the uncertainty and slight discomfort, but there's also determination for... whatever the hell Gold's deciding.

... It's kind of awkward that he's just. Doing this though. And only this.]

[...This is a little awkward, and it's also really confusing. But Gold told him not to move or say anything, so he stays completely still, with the only reaction being the puzzled look on his face.]

[Okay.

Okay okay.

Okay.

It's just Silver. It's not the first time. It wasn't-- weird feeling or anything, but maybe kisses aren't supposed to feel like anything anyway?

... He cannot do this while Silver is looking at him so he's gonna cover Silver's eyes with the hand that'd been cupping his cheek, much better. Okay.

... Okay he's gonna-- he's gonna lean in and-- and-- peck him. yes. there. that was a kiss. the only thing he feels is embarrassment and it's like, what the fuck, you know]

[...Well damn, that makes a lot more sense, doesn't it. Silver stares at him for a good long moment... And another... And finally realizes that he can probably talk and move now.]

Not now.

[It's not a no. ...That doesn't mean it's a yes, either, of course; Silver's not sure how to feel about any of that, and with everything going on, he really doesn't want to try to figure it out right now.]

When we're out of here, we can think about it. For now, don't.

[Not when he's liked half of the girls in the room, not when he just talked about Vanille liking someone else, and not when they may very well be dead by the end of the week. Even if he wanted to, he couldn't give a clear answer.]

I just wanted to see if I was missin' something.

[If he was just stupid and didn't realize what exactly Silver was to him, when they could be dead at the end of the week. Because Silver's important, Silver's someone he wants to give a home and a family and so much so the guy's never alone again, so he's happy and doesn't have to look over his shoulder every day of his life, but Gold's not sure if that's because they're the best friends that ever did best friend or because--

because he's stupid and he might like his best friend. And he's never been good with words when it came to things like feelings, and beating Silver up over it doesn't feel right, so-- it came to this instead, and Gold won't take it as anything, he's just going to move away a comfortable distance and regret his life choices.]

... Later's, uh. Definitely a better time though. Sorry.

[...Silver yanks Gold over, pushes him down, and... Lays on him, because he doesn't want distance between the two of them right now, and certainly not like this.]

If I ever liked someone, they wouldn't match up to you. Or Crys or big sis, for that matter. We've been through everything together. I'm glad that we ran into each other on that day, even if I wasn't at the time.

[Gold's always been there for him. Even if they pick fights, even if they don't always agree, he's his best friend. And he could be something more, maybe, but he's not sure where he'd even start to figure that out, and besides-]

I don't know if I like you like that or not. If I do, I want to admit it to you when I mean it, not when I'm scared and feeling desperate. I respect you more than that.

[Well. Gold's attention is certainly caught by that, and his hands remain uncertain in the air until he lets them land on Silver's back, trying to figure out what to do with his face now. Besides blush.]

Well, that makes two of us. Kiki and Elda've been makin' me feel a little self-conscious, even if that granny's my own fault. She doesn't believe me when I tell her otherwise either.

[He's got a lot of things he could say, but feelings are not something they need right now. They need to focus and get out. The motive's a good one, they've got options they can look at, and they can... think about whatever it is later. When they've dealt with saving the world.]

I'm not sure why they think that when that exists.

[He raises an arm and gestures in the general direction of the hot or not wall.]

Honestly. You're not even on it.

[but he definitely has a rating for silver]

[...Huh.

Well, in the effort of good spirits and teasing, Silver grabs a permanent marker from their desk and writes a new name on their hot or not wall.]

[... Who is it. He's coming over to check, what the hell.]

[Gold 8
Gangrel 6

That's all he's written so far, but he's considering other names to put down. Hmm...]

Who else should we put on this?

[Maybe Gold has a better idea than him.]

I'm just an eight? What the hell, dude.

Eight's pretty high, you know.

[Sportacus - 5
Bruce Wayne - 7]

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Eight's almost there, but nine's where it's at.

[And ultimate hot is obviously ten. So.]

... I'd peg Kimbley as a generous three, I guess, and Varric's probably a six or so. He's too hairy to be worth anything higher.

[Just so we're clear.]

[Well, he'll write those down and fix Elda back to an eight, then write one last name and pass the marker to Gold.

Silver -]

[... Oh god.

Mmmmmmmmmmmmm.

Mmmmmmmmmmm.]

Why'd you fix Elda?

[Stalling.]

She's pretty.

[Well damn, there's not much to stall with an answer like that.]

[Dammit Silver.]

Yeah, she's a real looker. Too bad her attitude's piss-poor.

[It's because she and Gold are alike that he's got Issues. They're just enough alike that it rubs him and her wrong, because they're both stubborn and snappish and haha, fuck talking about feelings, you know.

After a moment, he'll glance at Silver and then glance back at the list, filling in the missing spot.

Silver - 9]

I'd give myself a ten, which is why you're high. [just so we're clear.] Crys is around there too.

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