[a little huff, ostensibly annoyed, but koby’s tongue is pressed against the curve of his lower lip, and he can taste fiyero when he tugs it back, when he swallows, when he breathes in. he’s close and they’re in public, and koby’s eyes flick around quick, awkward, shy.]
You – did? I’m. [a swallow, hard enough to be audible, meeting fiyero’s gaze again.] Why did you want to? You’re – you and I’m. Me. [there’s no self-deprecation in the question or the statement, just genuine bewilderment.
Then, eyes narrowing a little, brow furrowing, glasses slipping down again, just a touch:] Don’t be ridiculous, I’m not going to hit you.
kisses this!!!!!!!!!
You – did? I’m. [a swallow, hard enough to be audible, meeting fiyero’s gaze again.] Why did you want to? You’re – you and I’m. Me. [there’s no self-deprecation in the question or the statement, just genuine bewilderment.
Then, eyes narrowing a little, brow furrowing, glasses slipping down again, just a touch:] Don’t be ridiculous, I’m not going to hit you.