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~~~ Hallway (moving) | Jakob
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Well, at least Jakob had the decency to aid him immediately, César appreciated as the other student slid back down. He folded his legs over the railing, expectantly gazing at the approaching figure; and his expression morphed into one of shock as Jakob visibly did not seem to be stopping. Before César could even think about moving, the impish, freckled face took up nearly the entirety of his vision, leaving him to feel the air brush his silken hair back from the moment.
“In Denmark,” said César complacently, “the other children did not wear a uniform. I think it was better. I wouldn’t have thought of getting varying sets of the same clothing…” His lips momentarily sealed as leather-clad arm pressed against his, and he lifted a brow at Jakob with contempt. It was too heavy of a press to be sensual, and still-
Smack.
César’s eyes widened as he heard -and felt- his hand being batted away, visible offence setting and staying in his expression. He glared daggers at Jakob then, feeling all the more distraught when he noticed that the latter was visibly indifferent to it. And yet Jakob still payed attention. It felt strange to César, maybe even paradoxical. From the moment they’d begun talking, Poil de Carotte had picked apart his behaviour, discarding a vast majority of his reactions, but still listening to each and every of his statements attentively. Really, César hadn’t expected this sort of maturity to hide behind Jakob’s generally clownish attitude. It didn’t help that the latter had that look in his eyes that made it look like he had taken too much caffeine.
It made him want to make a small effort.
“The time I had away from the Erlking was good.” César’s face lit up a little, memories of sunny days -and one particular night- in the nearest town flashing to mind. In that moment, he suddenly felt lighter on the ramp, his hip pressing into Jakob’s a little.
And that completely shattered the illusion. Not exactly appreciating the loss of control over his body, César swung his hands back to grip Jakob’s waist as he sank back into the ramp. “No, I don’t like it,” he stated loudly. “This is a terrible, terrible idea. You go up now, chop chop. I’ll hold on to you.”
@ethereal - Jakob | It’s alright, don’t worry about that, I really don’t mind adapting (also, I know that Jakob said the batting was soft, but you know, drama-king) ~
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