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p r i v a t e . rp - Pandora Hearts 1 x 1
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Sun Nov 29, 2009 6:49 pm
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 ▫  ▫  _________________________Ĝίlbεrτ Ŋίĝħτrαγ
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As Oz leaned closer, Gilbert felt his cheeks start to heat up and he mentally scolded himself. Now was not the time for his inappropriate feelings to start rising to the surface! Oz needed him now more than ever; he had to focus on that, instead of the way the boy’s close proximity made his heart race.
He wondered what Oz might think of his suggestion. Thinking back on the way Oz acted during lunch, he could almost imagine a sarcastic or pseudo-innocent comment leaving the boy’s mouth – something like, “Oh, Mr. Nightray, that’s moving too fast!” Of course, the Oz from lunch period and the Oz quivering in his arms right now were two completely different people, so Gilbert didn’t expect Oz to have any jokes to play at the moment.
And he was right. Oz’s tear-stained face lifted yet again, red-rimmed eyes meeting Gilbert’s as he asked, shakily, “Really?”
Gilbert nodded his head in response, smiling gently as Oz reached up to wipe furiously at his eyes. How typical of a young boy to try and destroy the evidence after displaying weakness; he was sure he used to do the same.
“Y-yeah... I want to stay with you for a while,” Oz finally gave his response, leaning back in to rest his head against Gilbert’s broad chest. Gilbert gave in to his own urges and hugged the boy more tightly to himself, closing his eyes to just enjoy the rare moment with the person he cared so deeply for. Even if Oz could never learn the true depth of Gilbert’s love, he hoped that the boy could feel right now that someone cared about him.
“We should go,” he said quietly, pulling back and holding Oz at arm’s length. Giving his shoulders a final, reassuring squeeze Gilbert stood up and helped Oz to his feet. “I just need to go back up to the classroom real quick to get my things.” During the commotion he’d briefly forgotten about the half-packed briefcase sitting on his desk. There was nothing of great value inside, but it still wouldn’t be good to leave it at the school for the night.
He was not sure, as they exited the bathroom, if touching Oz again at this point would be appropriate. Part of him wanted to keep a hand on Oz’s shoulder, a subtle reminder of his presence, but the more rational side of him felt that wasn’t such a great idea and that he should give the boy a bit of space. So Gilbert instead settled for walking close beside him. If Oz wanted physical contact, he would initiate it himself.
They reached the classroom in no time; the school was empty by this point, so there were no crowds of students to fight through. Gilbert walked over to his desk and finished piling his books inside, snapping it shut afterwards and exiting the room again – locking it behind him.
A thought dawned on him as they walked back towards the stairs. “Is... is there someone I should call?” Since Oz and his father weren’t on the best of terms, there had to be another guardian who took care of the boy – another relative, or a servant.
______________________________ “ Just to be by y o u r side
________________________________________ is enough for me . . .
______________________________________. . . I will a l w a y s accept who you are”
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Why does everyone think the liberals are dumb as bricks?
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Sun Nov 29, 2009 7:15 am
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Um... Republicans get a lot of heat for being stupid too.
You don't see us (well, me at least) bitching about it.
Because I know it's not the truth.
...If you're a liberal (or a republican) and you're insecure about people thinking you're stupid, you're probably doubting your own intellect. And maybe you should be. =)
Nastiness aside~ NO, I dont think all liberals are stupid. I have a lot of good friends who are liberals, and I do agree with a few of their ideologies. What I don't agree on are their rediculous stances on 'political correctness' and all that stupid stuff; it's really gone too far, and that's what bothers me, and I really think it's that kind of crap that's ruining our country.
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Obama Screwed up BIG TIME
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Sun Nov 29, 2009 7:04 am
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I don't like him either. I find him very fake and haughty, and that he and his beliefs are moving the country in a very socialist direction. =( He seems to have no pride in America, which makes me wonder how you can rule a country if you (and your family) had no pride in it until you were elected.
I also hate his healthcare plan. Free healthcare = worst idea ever. Yeah it sounds all fine and dandy until you actually NEED real medical attention, and can't see a doctor until god-knows-when because all the emergency rooms are packed full of people there because they have a runny nose. -_- Because that's how it is in places with free healthcare (referring to Canada here, as I happen to know how 'great' their free healthcare is working out); the people who actually need it end up suffering in the end.
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p r i v a t e . rp - Pandora Hearts 1 x 1
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Sun Nov 29, 2009 6:44 am
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▫ ▫ _________________________Ĝίlbεrτ Ŋίĝħτrαγ
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Oz tried to protest, to get a word in edgewise, but Gilbert wouldn’t let him. This was something Oz needed to hear and get past his thick skull. Somehow or another, Gilbert was going to make him see; he was going to teach Oz how to truly be himself. For now as he sat holding the boy tightly to himself, all his past interactions with Oz replayed in his mind and he realized... every smile, every laugh... all of it had probably been faked a little bit. It broke his heart to think that Oz had been struggling with this alone all his life.
You won’t be alone anymore.
Gilbert didn’t know how well he could fulfill the vow, but he would try his hardest to be there for Oz as long as Oz wanted and needed him. Putting aside his feelings for the boy, as a teacher it was his responsibility to take care of his students.
He felt a hand grab hold of his shirt, and for a moment feared that Oz might push him away. Closing his eyes, he prayed for it not to happen; if Oz wouldn’t let him in, Gilbert didn’t know how on earth he would be able to get through to the boy. Then... he felt the gentle tug, Oz pressing close to him of his own volition, and the worry dissipated almost quickly as it had come. Gilbert moved one of his hands to the back of Oz’s hair, running his fingers through the mussed strands in what he hoped was a soothing manner. He hadn’t comforted anyone like this since he and Vincent were children; he’d never needed to, and really if it were anybody but Oz he wouldn’t even want to.
“I...”
With this proximity, Gilbert could see tears welling in Oz’s eyes – though the boy still seemed to be holding them back. Giving a slight nod of the head, Gilbert offered him a reassuring smile. “It’s okay,” he repeated.
And then the dam burst. All the years of pent-up hurt and anger came rushing from the boy. Gilbert could practically feel it as much as he heard it in Oz’s words. His voice was shaking as he spoke, the tears finally running freely down his cheeks. It was probably the first time he’d really cried in a very long time.
“I hate him so much!”
Gilbert quietly took the brunt of the outburst, all too happy to accept it and let all the negative energy that had built up inside the boy for so long to come flowing into him instead. Oz was crying so hard at this point, hiccups interrupted him as he tried to speak. The tears left spots on Gilbert’s white dress shirt but he didn’t care, he continued to hold Oz close and smooth his hair back.
“I... I don’t want to go home, knowing that man is there!”
Gilbert could hardly blame him for that, but it left him at a crossroads. Even if his father claimed to hate him, surely someone at the house would worry if Oz never returned that evening. On the other hand, Gilbert didn’t feel as though Oz should be thrust back into that cold environment so soon. He didn’t know the boy well, but it seemed as if he’d never been comforted like this before – as if there was no-one who cared enough to give the boy a shoulder to cry on, to even tell him that crying was a perfectly natural and acceptable thing for a human being to do.
And if Oz didn’t want to be there... then he most certainly wouldn’t have to go. Gilbert would take care of this, somehow. Perhaps... he could bring the boy to his own home. It sounded inappropriate even to his own ears, but of course he wouldn’t try anything, given the situation! Even if there was no situation, Gilbert would never have the nerve to actually act upon his strange feelings for Oz. ...He could bring the boy to his home, call the Bezarius house and asked to speak to his father or anyone else to explain the situation.
... If he did get to speak to Oz’s father, Gilbert would have a difficult time holding his tongue. More than anything he wanted to hurt the man for breaking his son like this. What a despicable person.
Gilbert waited for Oz to calm down a little bit before making his suggestion. “If you want... you can stay at my apartment for a little while. Until...until you’re feeling better.”
______________________________ “ Just to be by y o u r side
________________________________________ is enough for me . . .
______________________________________. . . I will a l w a y s accept who you are”
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p r i v a t e . rp - Pandora Hearts 1 x 1
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Sun Nov 29, 2009 5:12 am
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▫ ▫ _________________________Ĝίlbεrτ Ŋίĝħτrαγ
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At first, Oz made no attempt to look at him – not that Gilbert actually expected him too. Oz ran off in order to be alone; the last thing he wanted was for someone (especially one of his teachers) to try and comfort him – it probably mortified him that Gilbert had seen and now wanted to talk about it. The last thing Oz probably wanted to do was talk about it. Even though it’s what he wanted, however, Gilbert couldn’t find it in himself to leave the boy alone. The boy could try and pretend all he wanted, but things were not all right and Gilbert was going to do whatever he had to, to make it better. Although the chance of things changing anytime soon was awfully slim...
“I’m fine, Gilbert.”
The voice was different, drained of all the energy that usually filled everything about Oz. That radiance that made him the wonderful boy he was was slowly disappearing – Oz retreating into himself, hiding away from the world and shutting out anyone who tried breeching that fortress of solitude. Oz couldn’t even bring himself to force a smile and make the words somewhat convincing.
Gilbert bit down on his bottom lip, shaking his head. Damn it, why did kids have to be so stubborn?! If he was upset, he should just let it out! There was no use acting tough, it wasn’t as though Oz was in front of his classmates and had to impress him! This was Gilbert, his teacher – and while that didn’t make things any less uncomfortable, Oz shouldn’t have to pretend around him! Grasping both of Oz’s shoulders now, Gilbert shook him roughly.
“No you’re not!” he cried, and it was wrong how much more devastated he sounded over the situation than Oz – the person it actually affected. How could the boy shut himself away like this? He could he actually accept the cruel words from his father?!
... Unless he’d been hearing them his whole life, and had finally started to believe them?
"I just have to accept it, that's all. My father hates me for being born because mother. . . mother died giving birth to me."
Gilbert understood, if only a little, even if he couldn’t to relate to what the boy must be feeling. Oz had been carrying that guilt his entire life, as well as the knowledge deep down that his father loathed him because of his mother’s death. Now that he knew for certain of his father’s feelings... he’d reached his breaking point.
“You don’t have to accept anything!” Without thinking, Gilbert threw his arms around the boy, pulling him close so Oz’s face was pressed against his chest. “It wasn’t your fault, Oz... It wasn’t. Your mother... it was just her time. You shouldn’t blame yourself, or-or hate yourself for something you had no control over, and... and if your father does, he has no business calling himself a father!”
Gilbert stopped before he could go too far, realizing he was getting far too emotional. He was supposed to be a pillar of strength to support Oz, and hear he was falling apart in front of the boy. How on earth could Oz cry on his shoulder when Gilbert was practically bursting into angry tears himself?
Taking a deep breath, Gilbert pulled back slightly and tilted Oz’s face up so he could look at the boy. “Oz...It’s okay to be upset,” he assured him. “It’s okay to cry... or yell, if you want to. You don’t – you don’t have to pretend.”
______________________________ “ Just to be by y o u r side
________________________________________ is enough for me . . .
______________________________________. . . I will a l w a y s accept who you are”
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p r i v a t e . rp - Pandora Hearts 1 x 1
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Sun Nov 29, 2009 2:18 am
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▫ ▫ _________________________Ĝίlbεrτ Ŋίĝħτrαγ
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“Oz!” he shouted after the boy, pushing the doors open and shoving students aside without so much as an apology. Frantically he looked around, trying to catch a glimpse of him. “OZ!”
“If you’re looking for Bezarius, he went that way.” A sophomore pointed him in the right direction and Gilbert nodded his thanks, running faster than before. The boy couldn’t have gotten far; there were only so many places to hide on campus. Granted, he could be in any number of classrooms or janitors closets.
Coming to the first classroom door, Gilbert threw it open and poked his head inside, scanning the area quickly. No sign of Oz, only one of the foreign language professors who shot him a dirty look for interrupting her tutorial. Without a word Gilbert closed the door and proceeded, repeating the same thing with the classrooms beside and across from it – only to come up with nothing. Oz probably wouldn’t want to hide in a classroom; either they were occupied or had their doors locked already.
Think... think, damn it!
At the end of the hallway Gilbert came across the boy’s lavatory. While not the most sanitary, it would probably be the most private hiding place after school hours. Gilbert paused outside the door to catch his breath a moment before pushing the door open and stepping inside. The lights had already been turned off, but they were easy enough to locate on the side of the wall. And once the bathroom was illuminated, Gilbert’s eyes landed on the most heartbreaking sight.
Oz sat against the back wall of the restroom, his legs pulled tight against his chest and his face hidden in his knees. He was very still – not breathing fast, not even seeming to be crying. That was perhaps the saddest thing of all; he was just... completely emotionless. As if he understood his father’s words – believed in them.
Gilbert didn’t say anything, only silently crossed the room until he reached Oz. Standing over the boy, he hesitated, weighing his options and trying to figure out what exactly he could say. Really, he knew nothing he could say would make a difference to Oz; there would be no use for Gilbert to tell Oz not to take his father’s words to heart. They’d both been present when it happened – Gilbert couldn’t pretend as if Oz was making a big deal of nothing, or had heard incorrectly. Gilbert couldn’t say his father didn’t mean it. The cold look in the man’s eyes... he’d been undeniably serious. And asking if Oz was okay after something like that would be ridiculous as well. No words could help in this situation; Gilbert only hoped his presence would be enough.
Lowering himself onto his knee before the boy, Gilbert reached out and placed a hand on his head, rubbing the blonde tresses affectionately before moving downwards to rest on his shoulder, which he gave a gentle squeeze. “Oz...” he called softly, waiting for the boy to look at him. Without saying anything more, he hoped the message could still be conveyed: that he was there for Oz, whether Oz wanted to talk to him or not, or cry on his shoulder, or just be near another person... Whatever he needed, Gilbert would try his hardest to provide for him.
______________________________ “ Just to be by y o u r side
________________________________________ is enough for me . . .
______________________________________. . . I will a l w a y s accept who you are”
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Sat Nov 28, 2009 4:04 pm
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▫ ▫ _________________________Ĝίlbεrτ Ŋίĝħτrαγ
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The rest of the day passed by uneventfully, with Gilbert reflecting on the lunch hour he’d shared with Oz. The students of his sixth period History class were the unfortunate victims of a pop quiz, which Gilbert gave so he could have some more quiet time to think over the whole affair. Already he knew most of the grades would be failing ones, and decided the moment he collected them that they would all go straight into the trash; he didn’t feel like looking them over anyways.
Seventh period he had no classes scheduled, but to ruin the tranquility a girl ran into his room crying about the quiz she just took. All he had to do was point to the trash bin underneath his desk and she was smiling and skipping right back out the door to be with her friends and undoubtedly spread the word to them.
He inhaled two cigarettes in the forty-five minutes, guilt eating away at him with each inhale as Oz’s words circulated in his head.
It’s not good for your health to smoke, Mr. Nightray...
‘Cancer sticks’ he’d called them. Gilbert walked over to the window, left open to keep the smoke out of the air, and contemplated chucking the pack of Marlboros across campus. Insecurity got the better of him, and before he knew it he was tucking the precious box of killers into his back pocket once again. His reasoning for this was perfectly sound, though: it would not be wise to throw them out, for some hapless student might come across them and pick up the habit – no one could argue with that logic.
Eighth period rolled on by, Gilbert lecturing right from the textbook about the medieval era. Quite possibly the longest and most boring of all his classes that day; he almost pitied the students, but they were all half-asleep anyways so pity was soon replaced with frustration and even a twinge of jealousy.
He couldn’t have been more relieved when the final bell sounded. Finally, he could go home and relax and – well, maybe that wasn’t the best word. Vincent would be home when he got there, and relaxed was something Gilbert was typically incapable of feeling around his touchy-feely younger sibling.
As he was packing up his belongings, a noise rang up from the courtyard. Blinking, Gilbert glanced towards the window. It was faint, as he was on the third story of the building, but he definitely heard shouting. Gilbert stopped what he was doing and approached the window, gazing out to the front gates where the commotion seemed to be taking place.
“What’s going on?” a girl asked.
“Didn’t you hear? Some adults are fighting by the gates.” the boy next to her replied.
“Who are they?”
“Beats me, but they’ve been there a while.”
Gilbert’s brows furrowed in irritation. Stupid people… didn’t they realize they were in front of a school? Couldn’t they argue elsewhere? Briskly, he stalked out the door; he could pack his stuff later. It didn’t look as if the fight would stop anytime soon, and since no other staff had gone to take care of it, he would have to do it. Gilbert couldn’t stand those types of people anyways, who had no respect for where they were; there was a time and a place for such things, and school grounds (especially after hours, when the students were out and could hear everything) was no place for them.
By the time he reached the front lawn of the school, Gilbert was fuming. Students were still whispering amongst themselves and pointing towards the gate. Hands clenched at his sides, Gilbert kept walking, jaw set; he wanted to give these idiots a piece of his mind.
As he got closer, however, he noticed another figure standing near the front gates.
“Oz..?” the whisper escaped his lips before he realized, his stance relaxing very slightly.
“I wish that boy had never been born!”
The words made Gilbert freeze, golden eyes widening as they took in Oz’s reaction to the words. He ran after the man, who had already turned back toward the waiting carriage, a hand outstretched and a pleading look in his face. Time seemed to slow down in that instant as Gilbert looked on, somehow already aware of what would happen but unable to stop it nonetheless. He wanted to reach out and pull Oz back, save him from the torture that was surely about to come after a comment like that, but... his feet wouldn’t move.
Smack!
It was such a tiny sound, but it seemed to resonate throughout campus nonetheless. It rang in Gilbert’s ears, made the breath stop in his throat; he couldn’t even begin to imagine what effect it had on Oz.
“Don’t touch me. Filthy brat.”
Gilbert made a choked sound, a hand coming up to his chest, squeezing the fabric of his shirt tightly to release some of the tension building inside of him. Oz... The image of the loving family now shattered completely, Gilbert watched helplessly as Oz grabbed the size of his head...
And then he was running away. Gilbert’s body chose that moment to unfreeze, and thank God.
“Oz!” he shouted, turning quickly to follow the boy. “Oz!”
______________________________ “ Just to be by y o u r side
________________________________________ is enough for me . . .
______________________________________. . . I will a l w a y s accept who you are”
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p r i v a t e . rp - Pandora Hearts 1 x 1
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Sat Nov 28, 2009 7:04 am
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▫ ▫ _________________________Ĝίlbεrτ Ŋίĝħτrαγ
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Oh, for Heaven’s sake, giving the cupcake to Oz was the worst decision he’d ever made in his life! Gilbert wished he could go back in time and prevent himself from ever doing something so stupid. He must really be a masochist, to think such a thing would be a good idea in the first place. Really, given the way his luck had been thus far, what did he think would happen – that Oz would just eat the cupcake like a normal boy, and not take the opportunity to torture Gilbert? Whether he was innocent or not, it was just plain cruel.
“Hm? What’s wrong, Gilbert?”
As if you don’t know, you little devil! It was what Gilbert wanted to say, but of course he couldn’t bring himself to actually say it. The doe-eyed look the boy was giving him wasn’t helping to convince Gilbert that he was a conniving little brat. Again Gilbert cursed his luck, and his own stupidity while he was at it.
“Nothing,” he said quickly, although the true answer was anything but ‘nothing’. One glance at the older man’s face gave that away perfectly clearly.
A pink tongue poked out past Oz’s lips and Gilbert watched, mesmerized, as it licked away a tiny dot of frosting on the corner of his mouth. He gulped and shifted his legs awkwardly, his sandwich falling from his hands – completely forgotten. When he answered Oz’s next question, his voice sounded distant – as if he was lost inside a fantasy. “I’m... fine...”
The bell rang, an answer to Gilbert’s many silent prayers, signaling the end of the lunch period and jerking Gilbert violently from his thoughts. And as he recalled where his mind had been wandering, Gilbert flushed and scrambled to his feet, intent on not letting Oz catch his gaze. Thank god the period was over. Gilbert could put this whole mess behind him; take it as a lesson learned, and never agree to eat lunch with Oz Bezarius again.
Of course, he knew deep down that should Oz ever ask for his company, for lunch or anything else, he could never deny him; but for now Gilbert pretended as if he had the willpower to resist.
Gathering his half-eaten sandwich and the apple, he tossed them back into the paper bag to save for later. Then, steeling himself, he turned to face Oz.
What should he say? He couldn’t just leave without saying anything, that would be far too rude. “Uh...” Thanks for inviting me? No, it wasn’t a date or anything; that would sound stupid. Thanks for the meat? ...Definitely not. Damn it! He really was no good at this sort of thing. “S-see you in homeroom.”
God, what was that?! Worst parting words either! Not only were they lame but the reinforced the student-teacher boundaries – which, if one thought about it, probably wasn’t a bad thing; those boundaries were made for a reason – but Gilbert hated to think about it.
______________________________ “ Just to be by y o u r side
________________________________________ is enough for me . . .
______________________________________. . . I will a l w a y s accept who you are”
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Sat Nov 28, 2009 5:52 am
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▫ ▫ _________________________Ĝίlbεrτ Ŋίĝħτrαγ
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“One of our family’s cooks made it...”
The image of he loving household Gilbert had conjured just minutes ago became skewed very suddenly at the single comment. Of course, he couldn’t exactly jump to any conclusions with just that one sentence, but it had reminded Gilbert an awful lot of his own childhood: meals prepared by the servants, parents always too busy to bother with such things, family dinners a rarity. It hadn’t been the worst childhood, but it certainly hadn’t been the best, either, and Gilbert only hoped that Oz was surrounded by more love in his home than Gilbert had been growing up with the Nightrays.
Many of the students that attended Pandora Academy came from wealthy families that could afford hired help; Gilbert reminded himself of this. Just because a family was rich did not mean the home was a cold environment where the parents neglected their children.
“My compliments to them,” he said absently, reaching for his sandwich and taking a bite out of it distastefully. Compared to the freshly cooked meat, it really wasn’t anything spectacular; Gilbert had to keep from showing his disappointment as he continued to eat.
Only when he noticed Oz move – to take the cupcake into his hands – did Gilbert look back at him. Unless his eyes deceived him (and he surely hoped they weren’t; he was too young still to have his eyes start to fail him already) a fain blush colored Oz’s cheeks prettily. Gilbert’s heart skipped a beat as he tasted his first victory the entire afternoon. Finally, after all the times Oz reduced him to a flustered mess, he was able to get back at the boy!
... But it was a short lived victory, as Gilbert soon learned. After finishing his bento Oz did indeed move on to eat the cupcake, but he did not do so in a normal fashion. Rather than taking a bite out of it, Oz dipped his index finger into the butter-cream frosting, coating it rather nicely before popping it into his mouth. Gilbert’s eyes nearly doubled in size, choking on air as Oz actually began to suck the frosting off. He coughed several times, placing a hand over his mouth and turning his heated face away from the decidedly un-innocent sight.
... There was NO way the boy didn't know what he was doing. Not with the little sound he let out as he continued with the cupcake.
“D-don’t do that!” he snapped, once his coughing fit had ceased and his cheeks returned to a more natural color.
______________________________ “ Just to be by y o u r side
________________________________________ is enough for me . . .
______________________________________. . . I will a l w a y s accept who you are”
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