Fine. He--well--yes. I was really confused about it at first because it just seemed weird to even feel that way about someone I hate so fucking much, especially when my level of hate is so damn high anyway. But then--I don't know. Some stuff was just... nice. And not hateful.
The first time I really noticed it was the third date, and it freaked me the fuck out then, but it happened as early as the second and I really don't even fucking know how it happened.
So I talked to--someone who has a reacharound and he called me stupid for not figuring it out myself, but fuck him, because it was still confusing. And then I talked to Dave like you suggested in that one conversation, and, well, that went fucking terribly at first but later I admitted to him I might be flushed, but it wasn't set in stone then or anything like that.
So. So on the 9th last month - one month after he'd agreed to be my kismesis - well. We got into a huge argument and shit then and I didn't mind that, because that's what kismesisses are supposed to do. But. He got kind of upset, you see, 'cause he didn't want it to be caliginous that day. And we just... ended up watching romcoms and hanging out and shit, and that was good. And it's around then that it really sort of hit me, and that's why I made those heart chocolates for him and shit.
And Valentine's Day itself--well.
[He sort of sinks forward, curling in on himself until his face is nearly pressed against the Eevee on his lap.]
None of your fucking business, but it made it pretty clear.
Action;
[Huff. He puts the pillow down.]
God damn stupid fucking pale quadrant.
Fine. He--well--yes. I was really confused about it at first because it just seemed weird to even feel that way about someone I hate so fucking much, especially when my level of hate is so damn high anyway. But then--I don't know. Some stuff was just... nice. And not hateful.
The first time I really noticed it was the third date, and it freaked me the fuck out then, but it happened as early as the second and I really don't even fucking know how it happened.
So I talked to--someone who has a reacharound and he called me stupid for not figuring it out myself, but fuck him, because it was still confusing. And then I talked to Dave like you suggested in that one conversation, and, well, that went fucking terribly at first but later I admitted to him I might be flushed, but it wasn't set in stone then or anything like that.
So. So on the 9th last month - one month after he'd agreed to be my kismesis - well. We got into a huge argument and shit then and I didn't mind that, because that's what kismesisses are supposed to do. But. He got kind of upset, you see, 'cause he didn't want it to be caliginous that day. And we just... ended up watching romcoms and hanging out and shit, and that was good. And it's around then that it really sort of hit me, and that's why I made those heart chocolates for him and shit.
And Valentine's Day itself--well.
[He sort of sinks forward, curling in on himself until his face is nearly pressed against the Eevee on his lap.]
None of your fucking business, but it made it pretty clear.