"I…because you bit your lip," He mumbled softly, looking at the ground again. "I…I thought it was pretty."
Oh, It's You Again // O/O // Closed
"Like this?" Scipio bit his lip again, curious as to what Bridge's response would be.
Bridge's blush came back, and he nodded, glancing down before looking back at Scipio. "Like that…yeah."
Scipio smirked a bit. I've found a way to mess with his emotions. "Alright."
Bridge eventually glanced back up to him, most of his blush gone. They were still very close together, although neither had done anything much.
"Does everyone blush or just you?" Scipio ran his fingers through his own hair, the pieces falling down again.
Bridge glanced to his hair, wanting to fix it again but not sure if he should. "Everyone does…but I do it more often."
Scipio let his hand fall to his side. "Do I blush?"
"You did…did once. I haven't seen you do it any other time." He answered, finally gathering some meager courage and reaching to fix his hair again.
Scipio closed his eyes when Bridge touched his hair, seeming relaxed.
((OOC but: How's his name pronounced again?))
Bridge blinked, surprised at his reaction, and eventually dropped his hand. Whenever he touched Scipio's hair, he seemed to calm.
(Skype-ee-oh)
Scipio opened his eyes when Bridge removed his hand. "Why did you stop?"
((Thought so okay))
"Do…did you not want me to?" Bridge asked, reaching back up again but hesitating.
"Keep going. It feels nice." Scipio looked down at Bridge.
"Oh…okay." He said, gently touching his hair again. It was very soft. Like…like a cloud.
Scipio closed his eyes again, leaning slightly into Bridge's hand.
Bridge blushed a little once more, realizing for a moment that…that he liked Scipio. He was pretty, and his hair was soft, and he was protective and he thought Bridge was pretty. He liked him.
(Tfw you have a crush on a mass murderer but he cute tho)
Scipio's entire body seemed to relax, and a faint pink tint rose to his pale cheeks. He kept his hands crossed over one another loosely in his lap.
((mood))
"You're…you're blushing now," Bridge told him, looking up in surprise. It was faint, but it was there.
"Am I…?" Scipio asked softly, keeping his eyes closed.
"Mhm," Bridge hummed, continuing to pet his hair. "It's not bad."
Scipio nodded slightly, feeling a bit drowsy. His hair seemed fluffier than usual from being touched.
"Your…your hair is very soft," He said, tilting his head. His own hair was white and coarse.
"Mhmm… as much as this place sucks, they do let you shower."
Bridge smiled a little bit, continuing to softly stroke Scipio's hair. "That's…that's good."
Scipio's hair seemed to be combed as well. Despite the living conditions he still tried to make an effort to keep his hair taken care of.
Bridge pressed his lips together, unsure of what exactly to say. There were so many things he wanted to - that he liked Scipio's hair, and his face, and him - although he wasn't going to. He was much too shy.
Scipio was basically asleep at this point, but was putting in some effort to stay awake.
“You look tired,” Bridge noticed, leaning forwards a little bit.
"I'm always tired…" Scipio muttered. "You get tired when you've got nothing to do here."