abnormalizes | Seasons: IC Contact/Continuations

Then she puttin' it on you to know what's goin' on in that head o' hers.

Not blamin' her for that, neither, 'course.
I noticed lotsa folks do that... I dunno why, but I guess 's just a thing people do with they friends.

[And that is just something that is extra, extra hard for him, what with all the mixed up wires he's got going on up in that brain of his.
So it's something he's on high alert for.]

... But, ehh... what I'm tryin' to say with that is -
Y'know, don't kick yourself for it. You didn't know.

...Okay. Okay.

[She presses a kiss to his helmet.]

I care about her and want her to be happy, just - as a friend.

[... Yeah, y'know what? Helmet's getting lifted just so he can give her a kiss in return.]

I know, honey; 'n that's good, ya should want that!
You two're friends. And you make a damn good friend, too.

I can see why she'd still be crushin' on ya, even if y'ain't feel the same. Just... y'know - don't feel bad for not feelin' the same, ouais?

[Return kisses, even better!]

I’ll do my best. But cuddling for a few hours about it will help, I’m pretty sure.

Awright, message received.

[Which means she's being hefted up in his arms to carry her to that guest room he mentioned!
It's a nice one, too.

... And she's getting plopped onto the bedding with him quickly crawling on after, of course.
Yes, with his boots still on. Sorry, no one can make him change this part of himself.]

Ooo-

[Oh hey, boyfriend in bed with her, boots and all. She immediately snuggles up to him.]

How was meeting my girlfriends?

[She's gonna get SO SNUGGLED.
It helps that she's teensy, really. Perfect size for snuggling!]

They seem real nice, but, eh...

... Fancy? Compared to me, at least.

[He knows Barghest was trying to argue that that's not the case, but she's a Fairy Knight.
Anyone known as a "Fairy Knight" is automatically ten times fancier than Mr. "hides in junkyards to whack off over the machinery".]

Miss Fajra wants to take me on a date, though. I got no idea what to do with that, all my dates with Nenett were... y'know. Simple?
Spur o' the moment, kinda.

Never had someone plan one out for me before...

Mm, I can see where you’d get that impression…. But, you know, I’m from the Backstreets - the worst part of town. In terms of fancy level, I’m a lot closer to you than to them, if that helps any.

[She doesn’t want Chipp to feel like he doesn’t measure up.]

Fajra likes spoiling people. Wining and dining them, that kind of thing.

[Too late, he's sure he doesn't measure up!!
He doesn't think less of himself for it, of course - it's more like... if the other two were fancy, beautiful cat breeds, he'd probably be a raccoon that wandered in because Evangeline left the kitchen window open.

But at least he's happy to hear she's "unfancy" enough to have left that window open, metaphorically.]

That do help, 'least a li'l... makes me feel better 'tween me'n you, anyhow.
But with Miss Fajra... hmmm.

You think I gotta worry 'bout black tie stuff? I ain't good at formal. Most places kick me out real fast -
If they lemme in to start with.

I think you should tell her that you'd prefer someplace casual? She's very sweet, but she can go overboard sometimes without realizing it.

[It might be a rich people thing, honestly.]

Just be honest with her about what you're comfortable with, and it should be okay.

Mmmm...
If she'll listen, then I can handle gettin' spoiled. Had a friend like that while I was alive, me -
Loved to go overboard 'cause it made me happy.

[...

It is probably not a good thing he's thinking of that. But it's fine -
He'll just pull Evangeline a little closer, tuck into her hair.]

I'll make sure to talk to her 'bout it, don't worry. She seems nice.

She is nice. And you're worth spoiling.

[Gently, while looking up at him.]

Hey, Jean?

Hmm?

[And he looks down at her to match, not even bothering to pull back to do so! Like the goof he is.]

I really love you.

...

[His eyes go wide, blinking a couple times before he sits up in a way that leaves him hovering over her.]

You do?

[Keeping himself from asking "are you sure" or "why", of course; like, he gets it, but at the same time...
She does??]

Yeah, I do.

[She said it! Twice! Her voice didn't even waver or anything!

She couldn't be more proud of herself right now.]

You do.

[His eyes are a touch wider now - less surprised, more wild, like hes a cornered prey animal.

He's...
Never had someone confess to him before.
With Nenonen, he's the one who confessed; and even then, it was more like he tossed it at their feet and looked away, expecting it to get rejected.

So, in light of all this... what's his answer to that? To Evangeline saying she loves him, and sounding so certain about it?]

... Promise?

I promise.

[No hesitation, no doubt. She has no space in her heart for any of her own fears right now, because he deserves something solid and stable.

She reaches up to gently, tenderly cup his cheek.]

[If he had a heart, it would be absolutely hammering away in his chest right now -
But she gets no words in response as he instead swoops down for perhaps the least chaste kiss he's given her yet.

It's not harsh by any means, it just isn't... mild mannered. It's a real - clumsy, messy, inexperienced, but real - kiss.
As if he's got too many feelings for words to properly suffice, so he's getting them out the best way he can think of.]

[Sometimes words are hard. She gets that. Evangeline kisses him back just as intensely, her emotions swelling up in her heart to answer his.

I've got you. It's okay. I love you. I love you. If she kisses him deeply enough, she can surely express those feelings.]

[If that's the energy she's putting in, then this is one hell of a kiss she'll be getting from him -
Even with his issues parsing things like feelings, he can tell there's something there. Something warm and fierce that he can't help but to chase for more of, one arm sweeping underneath her to pull her up close against him.

Returning it all with something molten and unrelenting, heated and roiling in ways even the amulet around his neck can't quite give him the words for.]

[Evangeline has had deep kisses before. She would go so far as to say that she's had a lot of them. She's kissed people while scrambling to get their clothes off of them without being willing to stop kissing them even for a moment.

This feels different. Something that makes her heart pound for reasons entirely unrelated to physical desire. Even if the physical motions are the same, the emotions welling up in her are new and unfamiliar, and she wants more of them.

She presses as close as she can to him as she kisses back, like maybe she could sink into him if she just tried hard enough. Like she could attach herself and he could never be taken away from her.]

[It's almost comical how hard he chases into the depth of that kiss, as if the threat of bruised lips and nicks from teeth aren't something there to worry about. He can't really help it -
He's never been kissed like this before, he doesn't want to even entertain the idea of letting it end.

So he doesn't.

He can tell he needs this. The kiss, yes, but more than that. The company. The warmth. Evangeline.
Far be it from him not to move his other other arm to the bedding, forearm braced beside her head and hemming her in close - like he's tucking her up and hiding her from everyone else all at the same time.]

[In this moment, she is walled off from the world. She is safe here - no pain, or fear, or loss can reach her. She doesn't need to worry about danger. All that she needs to do is kiss Chipp back as hard as she possibly can. If her lips bruise, so be it.

She reaches for the hand braced beside her, the bruised and scarred one, and interlaces their fingers together tightly. Holding on like she never wants to let him go, because she doesn't.]

[Her hand finds his, laces with it, and he doesn't even hesitate to return it. It's a simple gesture, but right now, it means more than he could say.

With that hand taken, though, it means he has to move to brace himself on knees so he can free his other hand - bringing that one down to settle somewhere on her hips, metal claws finding their way just barely beneath the hem of her shirt.
Asking for permission as best he can without having to pull back for even a second.

A kiss on its own couldn't ever be enough to return her feelings, after all.]

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