Okay, right, no time to argue that Five is a teenage boy, because Ben would still argue that he was the shortest NOW, so get over it. He refused to be the shortest Hargreeve boy now that Five took that title.
He felt the click of teeth near his cheek and he knew he was blushing, leaning into his brother and blushing like an idiot. Maybe he did want the other to bite him. Maybe he just wanted to bite Klaus. Actually he wanted to kiss Klaus, but biting conversation seemed easy. Until he actually SAID it. Said to kiss him. And now that conversation was... going weird.
He reached a hand up and rubbed his face, ignoring the hair stuff too, because that could wait for the morning. He really meant that. Let the other play with his hair. If he hated it he could wash it out and do it himself later. Right now he was... shocked. Not because the other didn't want to kiss him (though that was how it seemed) but because he didn't think he was worth it?
"K-Klaus. Klaus! You..." he started, then glared a bit, at himself, because he wanted to find the right words, standing in the middle of the side walk, no one around but Klaus and him. "You... you're such an idiot sometimes. You're such a idiot that you can't see things sometimes. You're one of the best... the best guys around. The best person I know. You get messy some... sometimes. But your a good. A very good." He said, trying to get his thoughts in order. "Why wouldn't I want you. I mean you... uh, to be my, uh, second kiss." He corrected himself in the end there, stammering through that, waving a bit as he stood there, trying to stand firm.
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Date: 2019-04-11 07:34 am (UTC)He felt the click of teeth near his cheek and he knew he was blushing, leaning into his brother and blushing like an idiot. Maybe he did want the other to bite him. Maybe he just wanted to bite Klaus. Actually he wanted to kiss Klaus, but biting conversation seemed easy. Until he actually SAID it. Said to kiss him. And now that conversation was... going weird.
He reached a hand up and rubbed his face, ignoring the hair stuff too, because that could wait for the morning. He really meant that. Let the other play with his hair. If he hated it he could wash it out and do it himself later. Right now he was... shocked. Not because the other didn't want to kiss him (though that was how it seemed) but because he didn't think he was worth it?
"K-Klaus. Klaus! You..." he started, then glared a bit, at himself, because he wanted to find the right words, standing in the middle of the side walk, no one around but Klaus and him. "You... you're such an idiot sometimes. You're such a idiot that you can't see things sometimes. You're one of the best... the best guys around. The best person I know. You get messy some... sometimes. But your a good. A very good." He said, trying to get his thoughts in order. "Why wouldn't I want you. I mean you... uh, to be my, uh, second kiss." He corrected himself in the end there, stammering through that, waving a bit as he stood there, trying to stand firm.