[ The boy's discontent presses against his back and it's confirmation that Miyuki was so far off the mark. His thoughts of earlier return as he stands there, of how it seemed like Alois wanted the older boy to like him when they first indulged in fakery. Miyuki's teasing is meant to frustrate, to embarrass and provoke. To push. Alois' teasing...
Is flirting, pulling, and putting a name to it only makes it worse. The cascade of thoughts continue to fall and pile up uncomfortably, unable to be sorted out. Why was that what the boy went for, in the face of being made to withstand unwanted touches? And how can a boy of thirteen so effortlessly slip into that sort of thing, as he did moments earlier? Why is he apparently at ease with the idea of wearing girls' clothing? Does he actually want Miyuki specifically, or just his attention, or none of the above?
His head at once hurts sorting out the puzzle with missing pieces and resists trying, when one of the ones he has on hand led him to do an unspeakable thing.
Neither does he want to turn but Miyuki does, pivoting slow on pointed shoes. His eyes are at the dress first, and oh it fits him perfectly. The first impression is like that of a doll, sitting left by itself with no one to pick it up and play with it. All slender and pale, smooth limbs that draw the older boy's eyes away from center. They dip to the fabric draped over legs that disappear underneath, before bobbing quickly up to the boy's pouting face. And despite it all Miyuki huffs lightly, saying something that falls short of his sort of teasing. ]
... I was right.
[ Then he's looking to the monitor, raising his brow and frowning a bit as he waits the seconds for what isn't coming. ]
Guess it's not satisfied. [ Great. He starts to turn again to head into the closet, but beckons Alois. ]
Wanna help me out here? I'm not used to shopping for girls' clothes.
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Is flirting, pulling, and putting a name to it only makes it worse. The cascade of thoughts continue to fall and pile up uncomfortably, unable to be sorted out. Why was that what the boy went for, in the face of being made to withstand unwanted touches? And how can a boy of thirteen so effortlessly slip into that sort of thing, as he did moments earlier? Why is he apparently at ease with the idea of wearing girls' clothing? Does he actually want Miyuki specifically, or just his attention, or none of the above?
His head at once hurts sorting out the puzzle with missing pieces and resists trying, when one of the ones he has on hand led him to do an unspeakable thing.
Neither does he want to turn but Miyuki does, pivoting slow on pointed shoes. His eyes are at the dress first, and oh it fits him perfectly. The first impression is like that of a doll, sitting left by itself with no one to pick it up and play with it. All slender and pale, smooth limbs that draw the older boy's eyes away from center. They dip to the fabric draped over legs that disappear underneath, before bobbing quickly up to the boy's pouting face. And despite it all Miyuki huffs lightly, saying something that falls short of his sort of teasing. ]
... I was right.
[ Then he's looking to the monitor, raising his brow and frowning a bit as he waits the seconds for what isn't coming. ]
Guess it's not satisfied. [ Great. He starts to turn again to head into the closet, but beckons Alois. ]
Wanna help me out here? I'm not used to shopping for girls' clothes.