"That's…that's good," Bridge decided softly, giving him a couple minutes. He needed it, too - as taken aback as Scipio was, that had also been Bridge's first kiss.
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"S-So… um… dating people do that?"
He nodded. "Other…other stuff too. But a lot of that, I think."
Scipio nodded as well, trying to get his blush to die down. "It's… k-kinda nice…" He said softly.
"Oh." Bridge smiled, just the smallest bit. "Good."
"God, this feeling is so strange…" He drew his knees up to his chest. "My stomach feels weird…"
"It…I think it should. If it doesn't…if it doesn't, you wouldn't like the person," He explained with a small smile.
"It doesn't feel quite like nausea…" He muttered to himself, hugging his stomach.
"It's not." He shook his head. "It's…I don't know. Crush."
(Bridge: You've got butterflies in your stomach. Scipio: The fuck?? I haven't eaten any insects???)
"Well, it's weird… it's making me feel uncomfortable and nervous…"
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"It's…they call it butterflies, I think. Butterflies in your stomach," He explained slowly, all of this very new to him as well.
Scipio looked over at Bridge incredulously, silent for a moment. "Why the fuck would I eat butterflies?"
Bridge giggled a little. "It's…it's an expression."
"It's a strange expression… even in Italy we don't eat butterflies, and we're a strange lot…"
"It's…it's when you feel like butterflies are flying in your stomach," He explained with an adorable little laugh.
"Damn it, they're coming back…" Scipio watched Bridge. "Make them go away. Why isn't my stomach acid dissolving them?"
"They're not really there. It just feels like it." Bridge looked up at Scipio, large golden eyes almost seeming to sparkle.
"They're flapping harder now… I think they're trying to escape." Scipio still didn't seem to understand. He punched himself in the stomach, coughing. "Perish, filthy pests! Burn as nature intended!"
"They're…they're not real," Bridge told him with an adorable giggle, taking his arm. "They're imaginary."
"Well, I'm trying to stop imagining them, but they're still fucking here!" Scipio tried to punch himself again.
"You can't. You…you can't get rid of them until they go away by themselves," He said, making sure Scipio didn't hurt himself.
Scipio sighed, tapping his foot anxiously. Now he could add his stomach to the list of things that hurt.
"Is it…I think it's because of me," Bridge admitted softly. "Sorry."
"Why would you have placed insects inside of me?" Scipio asked, looking over at Bridge again.
"I didn't. I…I made you feel nervous. By…by kissing you. Sorry."
"…Did you have the butterflies and transfer them to me via your mouth?"
"No." Bridge giggled a little. "It…I think when I kissed you, it made you nervous."
"…..I'm still not sure I understand."
"Whenever you get…get nervous, or embarrassed, your stomach feels weird, and people call it butterflies. Even though they aren't really there. They…they only feel like it. And I think when I…kissed you, it made you feel nervous." Bridge explained with a small smile, still blushing a little bit every time he mentioned kissing Scipio.
"Why did it make me nervous?" Scipio examined Bridge curiously.