[ they've been at this game for the better part of a month now and their project is nearly complete. in fact he's been withholding his portion for a number of reasons. one: he's too curious about the sweet face and plush-lipped koby with all his brains and all his heart and all his loneliness. (fiyero will one day recognize the same feeling in himself, but that's for later). two: letting koby see the project is done (and done well, thank you) would mean these little library meetups following dinner would go to the wayside.

koby jolts backward and he laughs, not budging from his own place, simply watching the way koby goes pink and flustered. ]

I have done my fair share of helping, actually. I think I carried your books for you last week, didn't I?

[ how easy to play the mindless, goofy mutt. once koby has settled he scoots his chair up a little closer, drops his hand on the book the other boy has been reading. ]

Those lips and now that blush? [ a reach for koby's cheek this time, dampened thumb from koby's lip sweeping over his cheek bone then away. fiyero sighs a little, sitting back in his chair, lazing and legs spread out in mock despair. ]

You're incredibly brilliant but you really should embrace your other assets. A shame to let all the fun go to waste.