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Oh, he was an exuberant person alright - and generally really easy going. The few things that could really set him off were either not kept in the dorm room (and kept in a safe lockbox at his mother's bank, yes, that script was worth a lot to young mister Hargrove) or would probably never see the light of day where Bjorn was concerned (somehow, Colin doubted that the Swede would hurt his baby sister or suddenly start jerking him around).

More Swedish. Colin just laughed with him, figuring that whatever his roommate had said went along with the later comment in english. Kneeling brought them much closer to the same height, though it would be quite easy to tuck in under Bjorn's goatee'd chin if he'd really wanted.

"Mm, is what okay?" Curiousity didn't make him let go of Bjorn, but it did have him tilting his head a little bit. Maybe he meant kissing? That was the only thing that came to mind but why would Bjorn ask if it were okay when he started it? Well, he'd just wait and see, perhaps fiddle with the little hairs at his nape that never quite made it into that long braid while he was at it...

"Oh. The kissing. Right." Colin had the good grace to look a little sheepish; his mind was clouded and a bit muzzy but he wrapped his brain around what his large blond companion was trying to navigate. Considering that he'd all but tackled his roommate before, maybe he should be a little clearer...it wouldn't do to have Bjorn thinking that he would have just gone off and kissed anyone at that moment. "It's very okay..." He gave Bjorn an encouraging smile and pressed his fingers against the back of his neck, "I want you to kiss me."

Insult him? Oh, perish the thought! Of course, Colin was enjoying the physical side; there were some pretty novel sensations with the massive boy, like feeling so small when in Bjorn's arms, being kissed by someone with a goatee...the genteel and old-fashioned-ish chivalry. Very unique and very appealing even if one didn't consider that the dancer had an emotional investment too.

"More than interested my friend, I want to be with you." Another smile, but this time just a bit shyer over-all because good lord, teenaged boys just weren't very good at expressing those "icky" things called "feelings". Perhaps he should think a bit more about some of the potential problems they would face "officially dating" while at school. Hillworth wasn't exactly known for being lax about most things; being a school for male screw-ups and all that jazz.

Colin worried his lower lip thoughtfully for a moment and then shook his head as though clearing the worries out of it, "If you're okay with it. With that - I mean, the being careful about dating here. I don't know if the teachers and staff would care, but I really don't want to be the ones to find out."

So there. An answer in bumbling boy-speak. Officially dating so long as Bjorn was willing. Briefly the thought occurred to the green-eyed teen that his friend might not be okay with it...well, if Bjorn started waffling too much over accepting the potential hardships of being a couple at Hillworth, Colin figured he could just kiss the big Swede into agreeing.

"Yeah. The secret part sucks...but I'd rather keep it secret and keep you than not." It had been a while since Colin's mom had read the Hillworth Policies Handbook and forced him into reading it too, so he couldn't quite recall the specifics of things like that, but he thought Bjorn was correct and that PDA was detention-worthy and anything more aggressive than hand-holding an expulsory offense. "I think I might dig a handbook out sometime soon...it's worth knowing." He chuckled a little bit, but sort of glance at the door momentarily - for once glad that he was such a 'goody-goody' - but they probably had no need to worry about anyone busting in on them.

Yes yes, he did like Bjorn's hair a lot. It was soft and long and pretty fun to mess with. "I'm pretty tough, I can take a few scratches." And the pressure of his boyfriend's arms around him while he was playing with his hair too, dammit! Colin started toying with his boyfriend's hair, fingers sliding along the back of his head and then down the heavy mat of blond hair hanging loose and pretty (a guy's hair can be pretty, shut up).

A box of angry cats would certainly have been quite the feat...maybe he should practice by having a bee-hive thrown at him? If he could knock out every bee without having a single one sting him, he would be quite fast indeed! Or perhaps they should think about working on his defensive strengths? Bjorn could tie Colin up and suspend him from a tree with only one finger able to cause damage to the Very Large Boulder that would be swinging at him at high speeds; eventually he would figure out the precise breaking point of the rock and finally be able to defeat that damned Saotome--er...maybe not.

At the very least, Colin was happy to finally be able to claim Bjorn for his own (secretly or no, it made him a very happy boy): The big Swede was all his for any hugging, kissing and otherwise typical teenaged boy-fumblings.

Bjorn made a perfectly lovely living pillow; there would be no protest from Colin! He was quite happy to settle against his boyfriend, "Yes, yes and yes. I'm sure I'll bump into one or more of them soon. They can't be that hard to find, I just have to go where the bad guys are."

With that little understatement Colin was content to rest against the bigger boy until his stomach started making sounds like it might be attempting to converse with Bjorn in a horrible cross between Swedish, German and Gut-gurgle, at which point he would recall that upon arrival Bjorn had been peering into a box of some sort...and boxes at Hillworth usually meant one thing: care package.

"Say, there wasn't anything edible in that box you were messing with when I came in..."