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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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Nope. The directions you gave were pretty easy to follow.

[ He is in fact still there, hands tucked meekly into his pockets and admiring the decor. It's kind of obvious a girl lives here, things are a lot nicer than at home in his apartment. More colorful too. The closest he gets is when he leaves all his art supplies out across his table, and those occasions are rare. ]

[Definitely more colorful. Pink is, while not overwhelming, still a fairly recurring theme in Molly's apartment. It's also pretty evident that said girl owns a cat, if Steve is observant enough to catch sight of scratches on the bottom of the walls.

Soon enough, they're in the living room, and perched like a king in the middle of the sofa is Toby. He sleepily peers at the two of them.] Baaaaaaby! [Molly's voice takes on a tone as if she were talking to an infant, coming over to scoop Toby into her arms.] Say hi to Steve, Toby!

[ That reminds him quickly of what he has in his pocket. Quickly he fishes for it, a small foil package that he tears open, emptying a small number of moist cat treats into his palm before extending his hand for Toby to sniff. Cats were fickle creatures. Better to get on his good side right away if he was going to spend the evening sitting close and comfy with his human.

A faint grin is given to Molly as his gaze lifts to her. ]

My neighbor across the hall has cats.

[Though Toby still had a face of 'Y U DISTURB ME, WOMAN', Molly gave a little gasp as she brought her beloved pet over.] Lookit what Steve brought you, Toby. Some nummy treats!

[She waited as Toby leaned over and sniffed at Steve's hand. He was clearly skeptical, but curious as well. Sniff, sniff, and then a tentative lick. Soon, the furry little head was licking and munching the treats with fervor, worshipping (at least for the moment) the hand that bore them.]

Ah, he likes it! [Molly grinned happily at Steve.] Your neighbor's got great taste.

I was kind of hoping that was the case.

[ He looks pleased that Toby deigns his contribution worthy, waiting until his hand is empty before slowly reaching to rub the back of the cat's head. There, not so bad, right? ]

Hey, Toby...

[Toby gives the hand another lick or two when it's empty, trying nab any remnants of flavor. He squints his eyes and nudges his head into the touch of the rubbing hand. Yes, human. You have done well. You can live...for now.]

D'aww, good boy, Toby... [Molly coos as Steve makes friendly her feline companion, making sure the latter is still secured in her arms. She chuckles at Steve.] Toby likes to think he's a tough guy but inside he's a sweetie.

S'pose it helps that you're so charming, too.

I don't know about that.

[ Instinctively he seems to shrink into himself a bit, sheepish at the compliment but still smiling quietly as he lets his hand drop away from the cat. ]

As long as you think so.

[ Charming doesn't really equate to a whole lot when you're his size, but that doesn't stop him from trying to be a good person. He's not doing it for the recognition...though it is nice, he has to admit. ]

I do think so. [Molly replies shyly, putting Toby down after Steve drops his hand. The four-legged prince sauntered away, disappearing for a little while ~~TO STRIKE WHEN YOU LEAST EXPECT IT~~

Come on, make yourself comfy, I'll get the telly set up for the movie.

[ ~~Toby that's not even cool I thought we were bros~~

Steve nods agreeably, taking up a spot on the couch near where the cat had been perched. His gaze shifts around the room, and to the couch as well. ]

It's...really nice in here.

[~~Mums before yums, man.~~]

Oh, well, um, thanks! [Molly replied with a pleased smile, shrugging as she knelt down to open the DVD player.] I've been here for a while and somewhere along the way I made it homey.

By the way, would you like black-and-white or colour edition?

[ ~~I died okay, that's not fair.~~ ]

Color. Is it really in both?

[ That amuses him a little...but he supposes there are some people who'd prefer the one over the other for artistic reasons. ]

...is it better in one than the other?

[Molly nodded] Well, it originally came out in black and white, b-because that's all they had back then, and then much later they sort of remastered it to put color in. Some people like the classic look, some prefer color. I'm good either way.

Color, then.

[ He's sort of easy to make happy in that way. Quickly he shifts to make more room on the couch...not like he takes up a lot of it, mind, but what if she doesn't want to sit close? Better to let her decide that... ]

Alrighty, then! [She's chipper as she picks up the DVD remote and turns on her heel to go to the sofa. She's a little unsure of just how close she ought to sit next to him, but plopping down right beside him seems easiest. Maybe there's a few inches of distance, but her heart's still a bit restless.]

Righty, then. It's a Wonderful Life!

[ It's a comfortable distance, reassuring at least.

Molly seems enthused about the movie, so he's going to be quiet and try to pay attention to it. He'd remembered her saying it was a Christmas film, and it's a touching one at that. He feels more than a little sympathy for the lead character, and there's a visible relief in his sinking shoulders when his guardian angel finally intervenes. ]

[Molly stays quiet as well, glancing over now and then to see if he's enjoying it. And she definitely sees that relief in his shoulders when Clarence saves George from the water. She gently reaches over and puts her hand on top of his to reassure him.] Hey.

[ It draws his attention almost immediately, the warmth of her hand on his. He glances up, puzzled at first, then gives her a grateful little smile.

She's a wonder, sometimes. Can't count how many lucky stars must have been looking out for him when he met her. ]

I get a little caught up in this sort of thing. Sorry.

[She shakes her head.]
No, i-it's all right. No need to apologize. I do it too, sometimes. That part where little George's ear bleeds always gives me the heebie-jeebies.

[She's actually a tad embarrassed to admit that, and she pats his hand once more. As the movie continues, she leaves it there. She also ends up lifting her legs onto the couch and curling them to her side, and she leans a little against Steve.]

Couldn't blame you for that.

[ Alright, that makes him feel a little less like a dork, and her hand against his is a little reassuring in itself. When she starts to lean into him, he's once again pulled out of the movie and realizes that really, that bony shoulder of his isn't going to be very comfortable.

So, instead, he lifts his arm to let her settle in before draping it lightly over her shoulders, like he's seen guys do in the movie theatres, though he glances questioningly at her. This is alright, right? ]

[It's very much all right; his gesture is a pleasant surprise to Molly, and she smiles at him before settling back in their new arrangement. Bony or not, there is a light sense of security that comes from his arm being around her.

She rests against him, focusing back on the movie as Clarence shows George what life would be like without him in it.]

[ As her focus shifts back to the television, Steve can't help but smile. It feels nice, her pillowed comfortably against him, and his stomach is flipping in over itself and tying in knots, because if he's doing well this far, he might stand a chance of actually saying...

It's still a terrifying prospect, but almost in a good way. And he lets his nerves settle as she does, attention slowly returning to the film. ]

[Molly's stomach is doing similar flips and twists. Steve's just so easy to get along with, almost surprisingly so. He's so different from most of the men she's dated. But in a good way - great way, actually. He's a breath of fresh air.

She doesn't interrupt too much more during the film, just a laugh here at some of the quips, but mostly she holds her tongue. And her hand tightens just slightly around Steve's when the film reaches its climax and George Bailey pleads for his life back. She can't help it, it gets her every time.]

[ He turns his hand, fingers curling around hers in turn, just as tightly. It's a touching scene to be sure, and he can feel himself getting a little caught up in it again.

But the movie proves to have a happy ending after all, and it's much to his relief. ]

[And it's just barely ended when Molly, practically squirming with impatience, bursts out her question.] So! What did you think?

[At this point she still hasn't let go of his hand, and she hasn't even realized.] Was it okay? Did I do it justice?

[ Her enthusiasm is catching, and he laughs softly. ]

It was great. Really. I'm glad I saw it.

[ His ears turn a little pink, eyes darting lower as he recalls that their hands are still intertwined. ]

That is, I'm glad you invited me over to see it.