[The first part gets a shrug from him; he knows Cid captured the ghost, but what happened to it after that?? He doesn't know. Maybe a Responsible Adult took it from Cid?? Who knows.
But the latter part... Malice's gaze darts; he doesn't like being called out like this, and his stormy expression probably makes that clear.]
'Course I am. I don't want people jumpin' in to save me, 'specially when it'd hurt 'em more than it'd hurt me. I would'a survived that, you know that. You saw what Mika healed through, yeah?
[Though admittedly, they aren't the same kind of vampire at all, and Malice wouldn't have been able to heal through something like that. Still, he could (probably) take a bullet and be fine!!]
But it... bothers me that you didn't think, that you jumped in to protect me. I... The hell would I have done if you'd actually died? Protectin' me on top'a that?
[Malice is always the sort to be self-confident and self-assured, but that's not entirely the truth. He carries more guilt than even he's consciously aware of, and the guilt he is aware of haunts him far too frequently. Even though the spirit's departure hadn't gotten much of a reaction outwardly from him, he's still thinking about it. How he couldn't do a damn thing to help today. How - like Mika - he has to consume and hurt humans he cares so much about, just to live. How can someone decide that his life is worth more than theirs? How can Yamato do that?]
[ He's quiet. He gives Malice space to say his piece. Now that they're calmer, Yamato doesn't feel the urge to yell, and honestly. If Malice had done the same for him, he'd probably be repeating this sentiment back to him, himself.
Funny how that works, isn't it. Funny how caring so much about other people but not caring much for yourself can come back to bite you in the ass.
Yamato's quiet for a moment, thinking of what to say. What he should say. And what he should say is the truth, really -- Malice deserves at least that much. So...he'll do his best. ]
Stop talking about yourself like you're not worth anything.
[ He's upset and it bleeds through his tone, but his voice is still soft. There's a gentle edge to it. ]
I'm selfish. I don't want to feel helpless when the people I care about are in danger. [ And every time he's tried to do something about it here, it's only resulted in upsetting the people he's trying to protect. He realizes that, now. ] ... When I argued with Mitsu and had time to think about it...it was scary. The thought of losing all of them scared me.
So when I met someone who understands and accepts me so deeply...all I want to do is hang on, because I've never been prepared to hold onto anything in my life. Guess that just lead to more trouble for you in the end, though.
[ Honesty is scary. Opening up is scary. This, right now, is scary -- but knowing it's Malice makes it easier to be brave. ]
[Malice likewise isn't as riled as he could be; he's more subdued than usual as well. It's difficult, to talk about this, to listen to Yamato's thoughts on it, and to hear that apology, even though that's exactly what he wanted.]
...I'm worth somethin' to you.
[He says it like he's just now realizing it, despite the fact that Yamato himself basically said as much after taking that bullet for him. So really, does it matter what he thinks of himself, when someone else cares so much for him? It isn't fair to Yamato for him to talk about himself like this. It isn't fair for him to say he's worth nothing, when he's worth something to someone he cares so much about.
Malice shakes his head after that's out there.]
Thanks. For the apology. But also for that. I... it's kinda hard to remember that, sometimes. That there are people here who care 'bout me an' they'd be upset if somethin' happened to me.
[There isn't anyone like that back home goes without saying, he thinks.]
An' I get it. Wantin' to help people here. Hell, that's why I was willin' to get up in its face to begin with. 'Cause if it was focused on me, then maybe it'd leave the rest of y'all alone. I could handle some pain - hell, even a lotta pain - if it meant keepin' its eyes on me an' hopefully givin' an openin' for someone else.
[But things didn't go that way. And now he's sitting here in Yamato's room trying to deal with the aftermath. His grip on his bad arm is so tight that his knuckles are turning white.]
I feel the same way, y'know. I don't wanna lose you either. So don't... just jump in. Next time. 'Cause somethin' stupid'll probably happen again.
[it just keeps happening...]
Just pause for a moment an' think 'bout the rest of us an' how upset everyone'll be. [Think about how upset I'll be.] Please, Yama.
[ His response is immediate and, perhaps, a little stern. He wants that ingrained into Malice's memory. If he can't see his own worth then he'll see everyone else's, and to him, his friend (friend?) is worth everything. Yamato knows that now. He'd have done the same for Mitsu, Nagi -- anyone in i7. It's just that how he feels about Malice is different, somehow, and this conversation isn't helping with that at all, but he's glad it's happening.
It's nice, isn't it, to hear it from someone else. Think about how upset everyone'll be. ]
...Okay.
[ He accentuates this with a nod. ]
I will.
[ Malice seems so tense, and he sees how hard he's gripping his bad arm.
Yamato sits up -- slowly, so as to not aggravate his injury -- and carefully turns to face Malice. Then, without saying anything, just like earlier, his hand moves to latch onto the one turning white.
He shouldn't be doing things like these carelessly. He knows they're going to go home eventually and there's a chance he might not ever see Malice again. Maybe that's what makes this easier, though. Maybe, for once, he can just be Yamato, a guy who's really just trying to find his place. And that place is- ]
I'll be here, because you're right. I -- I shouldn't be so reckless.
[That gets a quiet exhale from Malice - at the acknowledgement? at the agreement? maybe both - and he nods in turn.]
Yeah. Yeah. It'd be better if no one was actin' recklessly.
[Because all of them here are important to someone. Of course, he knows this is easier said than done, but...
Oh, and there's Yamato's hand. Malice slowly lets go of his bad arm and takes Yamato's hand. Maybe he should stop and consider what it says about him (about them?) that this is so easy and so comforting. Or maybe he won't think about it, because he's already thinking about too damn much.]
An' I'll work on... bein' less of a mess 'bout all'a this? An' bein' less reckless too, 'course.
[ Less of a mess. The bigger mess between the two of them, Yamato thinks, is him. But he won't voice that, and instead, he'll idly think about how nice it is to hold someone's hand so earnestly and how his heart rate just happens to pick up when Malice returns the gesture. (There's no way Malice won't be able to hear his heartbeat, with their current proximity.) ]
Thank you.
[ The words escape him and his voice is shaky and hoarse. Before he can stop it, he feels hot, fresh tears sting the corners of his eyes. It's embarrassing, but he won't bother to wipe them away, either. He's so stressed and tired and achy, but the only thing he feels like doing right now is staying here with his best friend.
Gently, he squeezes Malice's hand. ]
You were there the whole time. I won't forget that.
[He hears it alright, though he's not quite sure what it means. He knows that human heartbeats fluctuate - Cody's did all the time, anyway - but he decides now isn't the time to question it.
He's so focused on that that he doesn't realize Yamato's crying until the next words and the gentle squeeze to his hand. Without thinking, Malice moves from the chair onto the bed, mindful of Yamato's legs and moves to pull his friend into a hug. There is no escape. He is a strong vampire who wants to hug you.
(But no, he will back off if Yamato doesn't want a hug - and of course he's mindful of Yamato's bad shoulder, careful not to touch or move Yamato much.)]
'Course I was. Where else was I gonna go? There wasn't much I could really do anyway. My sorta problem-solvin' wasn't really useful today.
[Unless we wanted Akira to die? So.]
An' I'm not goin' anywhere. I'll be right here, for as long as you need me.
[ Actually, a hug is very much appreciated. Yamato is so used to dealing with hard things on his own that this is absolutely something he needs. He returns the hug with his good arm, and does his best not to start sobbing, because he's feeling a ton of emotions bubbling up and bursting within him right now.
Instead, he just silently lets himself cry. His fingers curl into Malice's back.
Today sucked. Today was probably a huge turning point for him, too. He'll work harder to be more careful, but he'll also keep pursuing magic to keep people safe...and work at remembering to include himself in that as well.
The care that he received from the others, too, won't be forgotten.
He has a place here -- in this group, in this moment. And maybe...
[Malice's grip is tight on the back of Yamato's shirt as well - like last time, he doesn't seem inclined to let Yamato pull back. Though unlike last time, this isn't the desperate need for comfort, warmth, and acceptance that Yamato had offered with a hug - instead it's something different, something foreign. Something that wants him to latch on and never let go, because if he does, he's afraid Yamato will simply vanish. Die to his impulsive, reckless behavior, maybe, or simply walk off and never return. He isn't sure what the fear is, but it's present and raw all the same.]
You don't gotta apologize. I did offer.
[Though it's a joke, it's not nearly as light as it should be. He drops his head to rest on Yamato's shoulder, closing his eye and letting himself relax. Despite the fear, there's something truly calming about this moment - about being so close to someone he cares so much for. And Yamato's still alive, still here and Malice counts his heartbeats to remind himself of that every time his treacherous thoughts dare to stray too close to that fear again.]
[ Yamato's response to Malice resting his head is surprisingly easy; Yamato leans on him in turn, the top of his head lightly pressed against the side of Malice's. He stays there for a while, longer than last time. He could've died today. He almost did, probably. That scares him, too.
He's sure the press would be having a field day about this. He's sure his group members, especially Iori, wouldn't let him hear the end of it if they knew about any of this. The chances of that, though, as far as Yamato knows, are low to none, so he tries to let go of that anxiety so he can be present.
His heart aches, but it feels very warm at the same time.
After a long moment, he says something again, just loud enough so only Malice can hear -- even if there's no one else in the room. ]
...Can you stay? Just...for a little while longer.
[It's nice, resting together like this. It's enough to slow the rapid-fire pace of his thoughts, to relax him and Malice is content simply to stay like this without a word. They've said what needs to be said, they've agreed to work towards being more careful, and now all that's left is to wait for Yamato to calm down.
Though given the soft words, it seems it's going to take a bit. Malice chuckles softly - the sound is still a little too evil-sounding for their proximity and situation, but that's Malice for you.]
[ He's already starting to calm down, that's for sure, but it's not enough. He's selfish, like he's already said, and at this point, the evil-sounding laugh doesn't phase him. Just Malice Things. He's come to accept this about him.
In contrast to the slightly sinister tone that Malice naturally has, Yamato lets out a chuckle of his own that's soft, affectionate and gentle to listen to.
He releases his hold on Malice's back, only to wrap his arm around him and pull him a little closer. Yamato is greedy. He wants more than what he thinks he deserves.
Is he happy? Yes, but not entirely, given everything. However, he thinks he knows what he's feeling: ]
Thank you. ... It feels safe.
[ You feel safe.
It's a good thing that Malice can't see how his cheeks color after saying that. ]
[Yamato knows what's best for him (probably) so if he wants Malice closer, then he's certainly going to comply! He's still careful with Yamato's other shoulder, of course, but he certainly doesn't mind the proximity at all.]
Yeah? Sure you should be sayin' that to a vampire?
[A vampire who is buried in your neck??? But anyway, another evil-sounding laugh later...]
I'm glad. I'd keep you safe from any harm I could, y'know.
[It's still light, but it is absolutely not a joke at all.]
Why did he say that. Oh my god. It just sort of happened, and if Yamato weren't so exhausted and also very comfortable right now, he'd probably freak out over it? He meant to say Malice was his friend, but. You know. Sometimes you say what you mean and you want to crawl into a hole and die for real.
For now, though, he'll once again ignore how hot his cheeks are and stay put. Akira's ghost would've had a time with these two, huh.... ]
As long as you're not reckless like I was, I'll accept it. I'll do the same...the right way, though.
[Yet again, that gets another evil laugh from him, but given how he nuzzles against Yamato, it's obvious that he's pleased with it.]
Yeah, 'course, 'cause you're my human.
[He says it like it's the easiest thing in the world to admit - and for Malice, it really is. It's only natural that his kind are possessive and territorial, and thinking of people as theirs is second nature. Some of the humans back home found it weird, but it seems like Yamato gets it, and what more could he ask for?]
I appreciate it. We'll both be better 'bout it goin' forward.
[ That nuzzle does something to his heart and it yet again picks up speed. ]
Your human, huh.
[ That'd be easy to interpret a certain way, but their bond runs so deep that Yamato thinks he understands what Malice means. They're so deeply intertwined and invested in one another's wellbeing that there's no good word to describe this, what they are, exactly -- but he doesn't mind. Whatever this is, makes him happy.
Against his better judgment, he lifts his head -- only slightly -- and he softly bumps his nose against Malice's cheek in response. ]
[Malice lifts his head a bit to grin at Yamato, looking both pleased with himself and sort of smug at getting the admittance from Yamato.]
You sure are. What would I do without'cha, huh?
[It's still meant to be a joke, but considering the earlier topic of conversation... Well, that's something he still doesn't have an answer for, in all honesty. Whatever their friendship is, it's the most intense thing he's ever felt for another person, and that means the world to him. He's not going to lose that - and Yamato's already said he's going to be more careful, so there's nothing to worry about.]
Heh, at least it's not something you'll need to think about anymore.
[ Which is his way of affirming that he'll do better. For Malice, if no one else, but he'd like to do better by his other friends here, too. They've all done more for him than he can ever express.
Malice will catch a glimpse of how red Yamato is, especially with their proximity, sorry, but he'll at least be met with a genuine smile when Yamato looks back at him. ]
[Oh, cute... Is it hot in here? Is that why humans turn red?? Or is it embarrassment, he can never remember that one...]
Yeah. I appreciate it.
[For a moment, it seems like he's not going to say anything about it at all, just smiling at the words. And then that smile shifts into a smirk, and he can't help but point out:]
You're also bright red. You havin' that much trouble with the heat in here?
[...this could almost be a sarcastic question, but it lacks the tone and Malice took a stab in the dark here and guessed the wrong one. Whoops. Such is life when you are a dumb vampire.]
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You're upset with me.
[ He remembers that. Oh god, they argued in front of everyone, didn't they. (And they held hands!!! Wow.) ]
It's fine if you say what's on your mind.
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But the latter part... Malice's gaze darts; he doesn't like being called out like this, and his stormy expression probably makes that clear.]
'Course I am. I don't want people jumpin' in to save me, 'specially when it'd hurt 'em more than it'd hurt me. I would'a survived that, you know that. You saw what Mika healed through, yeah?
[Though admittedly, they aren't the same kind of vampire at all, and Malice wouldn't have been able to heal through something like that. Still, he could (probably) take a bullet and be fine!!]
But it... bothers me that you didn't think, that you jumped in to protect me. I... The hell would I have done if you'd actually died? Protectin' me on top'a that?
[Malice is always the sort to be self-confident and self-assured, but that's not entirely the truth. He carries more guilt than even he's consciously aware of, and the guilt he is aware of haunts him far too frequently. Even though the spirit's departure hadn't gotten much of a reaction outwardly from him, he's still thinking about it. How he couldn't do a damn thing to help today. How - like Mika - he has to consume and hurt humans he cares so much about, just to live. How can someone decide that his life is worth more than theirs? How can Yamato do that?]
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Funny how that works, isn't it. Funny how caring so much about other people but not caring much for yourself can come back to bite you in the ass.
Yamato's quiet for a moment, thinking of what to say. What he should say. And what he should say is the truth, really -- Malice deserves at least that much. So...he'll do his best. ]
Stop talking about yourself like you're not worth anything.
[ He's upset and it bleeds through his tone, but his voice is still soft. There's a gentle edge to it. ]
I'm selfish. I don't want to feel helpless when the people I care about are in danger. [ And every time he's tried to do something about it here, it's only resulted in upsetting the people he's trying to protect. He realizes that, now. ] ... When I argued with Mitsu and had time to think about it...it was scary. The thought of losing all of them scared me.
So when I met someone who understands and accepts me so deeply...all I want to do is hang on, because I've never been prepared to hold onto anything in my life. Guess that just lead to more trouble for you in the end, though.
[ Honesty is scary. Opening up is scary. This, right now, is scary -- but knowing it's Malice makes it easier to be brave. ]
For that...I'm sorry.
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...I'm worth somethin' to you.
[He says it like he's just now realizing it, despite the fact that Yamato himself basically said as much after taking that bullet for him. So really, does it matter what he thinks of himself, when someone else cares so much for him? It isn't fair to Yamato for him to talk about himself like this. It isn't fair for him to say he's worth nothing, when he's worth something to someone he cares so much about.
Malice shakes his head after that's out there.]
Thanks. For the apology. But also for that. I... it's kinda hard to remember that, sometimes. That there are people here who care 'bout me an' they'd be upset if somethin' happened to me.
[There isn't anyone like that back home goes without saying, he thinks.]
An' I get it. Wantin' to help people here. Hell, that's why I was willin' to get up in its face to begin with. 'Cause if it was focused on me, then maybe it'd leave the rest of y'all alone. I could handle some pain - hell, even a lotta pain - if it meant keepin' its eyes on me an' hopefully givin' an openin' for someone else.
[But things didn't go that way. And now he's sitting here in Yamato's room trying to deal with the aftermath. His grip on his bad arm is so tight that his knuckles are turning white.]
I feel the same way, y'know. I don't wanna lose you either. So don't... just jump in. Next time. 'Cause somethin' stupid'll probably happen again.
[it just keeps happening...]
Just pause for a moment an' think 'bout the rest of us an' how upset everyone'll be. [Think about how upset I'll be.] Please, Yama.
[I can't lose you.]
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[ His response is immediate and, perhaps, a little stern. He wants that ingrained into Malice's memory. If he can't see his own worth then he'll see everyone else's, and to him, his friend (friend?) is worth everything. Yamato knows that now. He'd have done the same for Mitsu, Nagi -- anyone in i7. It's just that how he feels about Malice is different, somehow, and this conversation isn't helping with that at all, but he's glad it's happening.
It's nice, isn't it, to hear it from someone else. Think about how upset everyone'll be. ]
...Okay.
[ He accentuates this with a nod. ]
I will.
[ Malice seems so tense, and he sees how hard he's gripping his bad arm.
Yamato sits up -- slowly, so as to not aggravate his injury -- and carefully turns to face Malice. Then, without saying anything, just like earlier, his hand moves to latch onto the one turning white.
He shouldn't be doing things like these carelessly. He knows they're going to go home eventually and there's a chance he might not ever see Malice again. Maybe that's what makes this easier, though. Maybe, for once, he can just be Yamato, a guy who's really just trying to find his place. And that place is- ]
I'll be here, because you're right. I -- I shouldn't be so reckless.
[ At least for your sake. ]
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Yeah. Yeah. It'd be better if no one was actin' recklessly.
[Because all of them here are important to someone. Of course, he knows this is easier said than done, but...
Oh, and there's Yamato's hand. Malice slowly lets go of his bad arm and takes Yamato's hand. Maybe he should stop and consider what it says about him (about them?) that this is so easy and so comforting. Or maybe he won't think about it, because he's already thinking about too damn much.]
An' I'll work on... bein' less of a mess 'bout all'a this? An' bein' less reckless too, 'course.
[For Yamato's sake, if nothing else.]
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Thank you.
[ The words escape him and his voice is shaky and hoarse. Before he can stop it, he feels hot, fresh tears sting the corners of his eyes. It's embarrassing, but he won't bother to wipe them away, either. He's so stressed and tired and achy, but the only thing he feels like doing right now is staying here with his best friend.
Gently, he squeezes Malice's hand. ]
You were there the whole time. I won't forget that.
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He's so focused on that that he doesn't realize Yamato's crying until the next words and the gentle squeeze to his hand. Without thinking, Malice moves from the chair onto the bed, mindful of Yamato's legs and moves to pull his friend into a hug. There is no escape. He is a strong vampire who wants to hug you.
(But no, he will back off if Yamato doesn't want a hug - and of course he's mindful of Yamato's bad shoulder, careful not to touch or move Yamato much.)]
'Course I was. Where else was I gonna go? There wasn't much I could really do anyway. My sorta problem-solvin' wasn't really useful today.
[Unless we wanted Akira to die? So.]
An' I'm not goin' anywhere. I'll be right here, for as long as you need me.
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Instead, he just silently lets himself cry. His fingers curl into Malice's back.
Today sucked. Today was probably a huge turning point for him, too. He'll work harder to be more careful, but he'll also keep pursuing magic to keep people safe...and work at remembering to include himself in that as well.
The care that he received from the others, too, won't be forgotten.
He has a place here -- in this group, in this moment. And maybe...
... ]
You'll be here for a while, then. Sorry.
[ He's not sorry at all. ]
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You don't gotta apologize. I did offer.
[Though it's a joke, it's not nearly as light as it should be. He drops his head to rest on Yamato's shoulder, closing his eye and letting himself relax. Despite the fear, there's something truly calming about this moment - about being so close to someone he cares so much for. And Yamato's still alive, still here and Malice counts his heartbeats to remind himself of that every time his treacherous thoughts dare to stray too close to that fear again.]
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He's sure the press would be having a field day about this. He's sure his group members, especially Iori, wouldn't let him hear the end of it if they knew about any of this. The chances of that, though, as far as Yamato knows, are low to none, so he tries to let go of that anxiety so he can be present.
His heart aches, but it feels very warm at the same time.
After a long moment, he says something again, just loud enough so only Malice can hear -- even if there's no one else in the room. ]
...Can you stay? Just...for a little while longer.
[ He'll let him leave!! He promises. ]
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Though given the soft words, it seems it's going to take a bit. Malice chuckles softly - the sound is still a little too evil-sounding for their proximity and situation, but that's Malice for you.]
'Course. I don't wanna go anywhere anyway.
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In contrast to the slightly sinister tone that Malice naturally has, Yamato lets out a chuckle of his own that's soft, affectionate and gentle to listen to.
He releases his hold on Malice's back, only to wrap his arm around him and pull him a little closer. Yamato is greedy. He wants more than what he thinks he deserves.
Is he happy? Yes, but not entirely, given everything. However, he thinks he knows what he's feeling: ]
Thank you. ... It feels safe.
[ You feel safe.
It's a good thing that Malice can't see how his cheeks color after saying that. ]
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Yeah? Sure you should be sayin' that to a vampire?
[A vampire who is buried in your neck??? But anyway, another evil-sounding laugh later...]
I'm glad. I'd keep you safe from any harm I could, y'know.
[It's still light, but it is absolutely not a joke at all.]
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[ ...
Why did he say that. Oh my god. It just sort of happened, and if Yamato weren't so exhausted and also very comfortable right now, he'd probably freak out over it? He meant to say Malice was his friend, but. You know. Sometimes you say what you mean and you want to crawl into a hole and die for real.
For now, though, he'll once again ignore how hot his cheeks are and stay put. Akira's ghost would've had a time with these two, huh.... ]
As long as you're not reckless like I was, I'll accept it. I'll do the same...the right way, though.
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Yeah, 'course, 'cause you're my human.
[He says it like it's the easiest thing in the world to admit - and for Malice, it really is. It's only natural that his kind are possessive and territorial, and thinking of people as theirs is second nature. Some of the humans back home found it weird, but it seems like Yamato gets it, and what more could he ask for?]
I appreciate it. We'll both be better 'bout it goin' forward.
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Your human, huh.
[ That'd be easy to interpret a certain way, but their bond runs so deep that Yamato thinks he understands what Malice means. They're so deeply intertwined and invested in one another's wellbeing that there's no good word to describe this, what they are, exactly -- but he doesn't mind. Whatever this is, makes him happy.
Against his better judgment, he lifts his head -- only slightly -- and he softly bumps his nose against Malice's cheek in response. ]
Yeah. Guess I am.
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You sure are. What would I do without'cha, huh?
[It's still meant to be a joke, but considering the earlier topic of conversation... Well, that's something he still doesn't have an answer for, in all honesty. Whatever their friendship is, it's the most intense thing he's ever felt for another person, and that means the world to him. He's not going to lose that - and Yamato's already said he's going to be more careful, so there's nothing to worry about.]
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[ Which is his way of affirming that he'll do better. For Malice, if no one else, but he'd like to do better by his other friends here, too. They've all done more for him than he can ever express.
Malice will catch a glimpse of how red Yamato is, especially with their proximity, sorry, but he'll at least be met with a genuine smile when Yamato looks back at him. ]
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Yeah. I appreciate it.
[For a moment, it seems like he's not going to say anything about it at all, just smiling at the words. And then that smile shifts into a smirk, and he can't help but point out:]
You're also bright red. You havin' that much trouble with the heat in here?
[...this could almost be a sarcastic question, but it lacks the tone and Malice took a stab in the dark here and guessed the wrong one. Whoops. Such is life when you are a dumb vampire.]
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I am? Are you sure you're not seeing things?
[ Deflect. DEFLECT. Panic mode activated, time to bullshit his way out of this....... ]
Probably the heat, yeah.
[ It's.
Cold. ]
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C'mon I ain't totally blind! [malice,] I'm definitely not seein' things. But I guess I can stop huggin' on ya if you're too hot.
[Not that he's moving to do that, though...]
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[ ???? Is it? No, of course it is, it's just- ]
That's. That's not why that's happening.
[ Aw, look at him, he's acknowledging how red he is! Good job, Malice. Good for you. ]
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[Don't make him guess, we'll be here all day!!!]
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[ He is suffering. He is turning even hotter now.
He's even going to do the dumb thing and hide his face in Malice's shoulder. ]
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haha you thought i was SLEEPING?
smh coco i trusted you???
:)
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closes my eyes
yams.......
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