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LOVE CONFESSIONS

You can't be around this person without your stomach tying up in knots or your heart skipping a beat. You know, all those cliches people use to describe that feeling of being in love with someone close to you.

You've finally decided it's time to share those feelings of yours and get them out in the open, even if it doesn't end well for you!

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1. extravagant confession. You've set up a wonderful night, planned everything down to the T to make sure it's perfect for your confession!
2. note/text. You couldn't do it face to face, so you send a note or a text instead.
3. doomed. You know the other person doesn't love you or just can't be with you, but you need them to know how you feel anyway.
4. childish. You're not actually in love. You just have a childish crush on someone's close to you.
5. bittersweet. Things have all gone to hell anyway, so you might as well let everything out in the open, right?
6. in the heat of the moment. You guys are having an argument and you didn't mean to blurt out how you feel about them, but... oops.
7. serious. You're dead serious about this person, no doubt in your mind, and it's time to tell them.
8. a lie. You don't really love this person, but you're forced to play along either for their sake or because someone is forcing you to.
9. drunk confession. You're not in your right mind, either from drugs or alcohol, and you just let it all hang out about how you feel about this person.
10. lust confession. You don't love them exactly, you just want their body.
11. still in love. You were together once before and broke up for some reason, but you still love this person and they have to know it.
12. other. miss something? Play it out anyway!

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[The ticking sound from his screw slowly grinds to a halt as their lips meet, same as his mind. Okay, that's one way to get the message across. He doesn't push him away, but he doesn't reciprocate either. He just sits there, and slowly starts cranking away at his screw again. This is the sound of his confusion; he's thinking pretty hard now. Trying to figure out what Spirit expects of him, and the pros and cons of going along with it. In the meantime... staying still and letting the other man do as he pleases sounds like a good plan for the moment.]

[Well, he managed to give Stein a pause, but Spirit wasn't expecting anything else to come of it and the lack of response speaks loud and clear. After all actions are almost more profound than words can be sometimes and the Death Scythe was just stupid enough to take this little experience as a personal lesson. So when he draws back he gives Stein an inquisitive look:] Nothing, huh?

[He continues cranking without break, faster than usual, because he'd never really moved when Spirit broke off. But after a while, he finally slows to a normal pace, and stops. And that looks is given right back to him.

When he speaks, his voice is as calm and apathetic as usual.] What do you want from me, Spirit? You're going to have to talk a bit more if you expect to get anywhere.

Guh...just...get it already...[Right...because confessing out loud and proud is just so freaking difficult, so he wants you to put that genius of yours to real use and just get what he's trying to tell you. Of course Spirit still has enough sense to know that expecting Stein to get it is probably expecting too much even from someone as brilliant as him.

So with a sigh he resigned himself, almost treating it like a dreaded chore, but his expression was sincere. Then again how could anyone trust the sincerity of a drunk.] Love...love you...

[Here is where his mouth droops and his eyebrows rise in a look of almost comical confusion. However much of a genius he may be, he can't do much when he doesn't even know how to scratch the surface of the problem at hand. And yes, it's a problem to him. Oh, he hopes Spirit isn't hoping on too much here.]

I... understood that much. [Now his words are cautious, as if he's picking his path very carefully. It wouldn't be as entertaining or harmless as usual to reject Spirit entirely.] I don't see the point of it, though. Where are you headed with this? Or was that all?

Eh...guess I was going to wing it...distance over time equals rate of speed...or something...[It didn't take much to dampen Spirit's spirit, but he wasn't about to show it. How could he let that lukewarm response get to him, especially when it's something he was expecting?

And now he'll give Stein a pat on the head before making the attempt to let himself out.] So now that you get that's what I was trying to say, I don't really need a place to sleep.

[He doesn't reach out to grab him or anything, but there's a small tick from his screw to announce he has something to say.] That wasn't a rejection, Spirit, I'm just confused. But if that's all the effort you're going to put into it then I'd say it's better you leave now. [There is... something that happened when Spirit turned away. His experimentation on himself never covered that feeling. The only real way to explore his curiousity right now is for Spirit to come back.]

[Stein's apathy towards the situation is precisely the reason he intended to walk away and pretend to chalk it up to drunken stupidity. He could still do it if walked away but he found himself stopping mid-step and turning slowly on his heel...almost like a rusty door struggling to close. Soon enough he was looming back over back over Stein and hoisting him up by his lab coat yet again...he's certainly aggressive in the face adversity.] If that's a challenge then I'll make you seriously consider my seriousness bastard! Now where the hell's your bedroom!?

[...Oh.

Oh.

He sees where this is going now. It's going waaay out of his comfort zone. He didn't even know he had one of those.]

I'm going to tell myself you've had more time to think this through than I think you have. [He gives the other man his best poker face as he signals down the hall with his thumb.]

[Really, really Stein you have a comfort zone? Well now that you've initiated the challenge there's no backing out now!]

What are you saying, of course I've had time to think about it. Plenty of time! Why do you think I'm here? [Alright, to the bedroom they go...yes, they...because he's dragging Stein by his rolling chair along with him.]

[Oh, okay. No problem with being dragged, it means he doesn't have to move much.]

I'm saying you're drunk. And although I don't know much about this, I do know that's not exactly the right foot to start on. [But fine, whatever do whatever you're planning. He'll even point and guide you to that room containing his stitched-up bed. Clearly, this is proof there is nothing he won't cut open at least once.]

Don't even think you can back out of this now, you're in it for the whole night, Stein! And if I sleep in tomorrow you're still gonna be in it! [Good thing there was nothing significant going on in the morning...though admittedly he's not taking Stein's plans into consideration.

Oh good, Stein does sleep in a bed, he thought it was going to be something totally bizarre...not that a stitched-up bed wasn't a little weird, but still. Now that Spirit has wheeled Stein all the way to his room he fully intends to dump him on the bed and follow him. Fortunately he has the presence of mind to remove his shoes before standing over his companion.] Ready?

[The only bizarre thing in this room aside from the obvious is that the bed is the only thing in it. That, and there's no signs he's ever slept in this thing. He's too used to falling asleep in front of his computer.

His mouth twists into a vague frown, but he kicks off his own shoes and steps off the chair all the same, kicking it to the other side of the room as an afterthought.] Not as much as I'd like to be. But that'll have to do for now.

Listen here, I don't want to feel like I'm about to rape you or anything, if you're really not ready be a good boy and tell me, don't use this as some kind of experiment. [He's pretty serious about this now.]

This is an experiment. [His hand slowly reaches up to crank the screw again.] Whether I think I'm ready or not doesn't change the fact that I don't know what to expect from this. If you're waiting for me to be ready, you'll be waiting a very long time.

[Way to let the air out of his balloon, oh well, he probably could do with some sleep so he'll just drop onto the bed beside Stein and throw one arm across him.] That's a good boy, Stein.

[Oh okay. He sighs and lets go of the screw, instead giving Spirit that look of vague confusion.] You're a cruel man, making someone curious and then backing out of your own challenge. [Whatever Spirit is feeling right now, it's confusing him to no end. And vaguely irritating him. Part of him really wants to put a scar on him somewhere for tripping him up this much.]

Hey...it's different when you're telling me you're not ready...[For Stein it's confusion and irritating, for Spirit it's frustrating and tense. So what to do? He could take the middle road which would be necking without going too far...] You're rotten...[And because Spirit doesn't mind that so much he rolls over on top of Stein, nudging the collar of his shirt down before letting his lips latch onto to the column of his throat.]

[Well that's... different. His face heats up a bit, and after a moment of complete confusion he tilts his head to give Spirit better access. At least, thus far, it feels... interesting. Good? Maybe. He's not sure. Once again he chooses to just let the man do whatever he wants. And quietly wonder if there's something he should be doing in return.]

[And Spirit not only takes encouragement from that tilt of the head, but he's also inspired to go a little further...maybe a warm up is just what his companion needs. Grinning against Stein's skin, Spirit deftly seeks out the pulse point on his neck, tracing light patterns with his tongue and upon finding the right spot makes a very enthusiastic attempt at leaving a hickey. It's only just given the marks the other man has left on his body. While his lips are busy his hands also decide to go to work, hiking his ex-Meister's shirt up high enough to toy with his nipples.]

[Love bites. That's.. confusing. Even more confusing that something like that doesn't hurt much. But this definitely feels good now, so he's not complaining. He begins breathing through his mouth, not quite heavily, but... audibly. He's still pokerfaced, though. And still keeping his hands to himself, with no instincts whatsoever to tell him what he's supposed to do in return. ]

[It's promising and almost cute that when it comes to this Stein seems to be absolutely clueless and not as apathetic as Spirit originally thought. He was feeling something, clearly, as the Death Scythe was able to pick up on the changes in his breathing easily enough and he wasn't protesting so Spirit was hoping that there was a certain degree of want mixed with his curiosity.

After leaving what Spirit thought was a more than sufficient love bite, he pulled himself away long enough to remove his own shirt and once he was topless it was Stein's turn. The Death Scythe hoisted his companion into a sitting position just long enough to rid him of his lab coat and shirt before easing him back against the jigsaw that was Stein's bed]

[Stein just follows Spirit's lead, like a puppy following in an older dog's footprints. Here is one of those things he was never interested in, and thus never researched or experimented with, and is now completely lost with. Spirit seems to know what he's doing, though, so thank god for that.

Once he's shirtless he lays one arm lazily behind his head, while the other reaches to mess with his screw again. This time the cranking is slow, as if he's drawing out each little tick. This time it's less about thinking fast, but thinking thoroughly. Observing. And he's definitely scanning his former weapon's chest thoroughly. In truth, he's trying to figure out what's different between now and those times he'd drag Spirit out of bed in the middle of the night. He's seen this chest more times than he can count, but it seems like something foreign now. How interesting.]

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