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✧ césar’s dormitory, césar ✧
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“Of course he’s a he.” César snapped, oblivious to the sarcasm. Jakob sucked in air between his teeth, looking to the side-at those posters-as if to say, “We’ll see about that.” He had been kidding-he knew most guys had a roommate who was also a guy-he didn’t need a manual to tell him that. “Didn’t you read the school manual?” Jakob barked out a laugh at this-he’d hardly glanced at it, and he was sure it had been tossed under his bed-or maybe used as kindling for a fire at some point. He caught César’s eyes-he looked dignified as ever, making Jakob think this was a serious inquiry. “Why would I do that?” He asked dismissively, a lazy smile on his face.
César stopped pouring-as if what Jakob said had surprised him-caught him off guard. This was the only evidence, however, as even through the shrug, he eventually continued, wiping the residue with a soft handkerchief. He did not admit to being caught off guard-so maybe he hadn’t been in the first place. Jakob was staring at him, still looking playful as ever, though César looked more haughty than . “You weren’t joking about your flirting capacities,” César said, his laugh tinkling like a group of miniature bells. His fingers brushed against Jakob’s chin, lifting his face. He was already looking at César, paying attention, but this felt more intimate…more focused. “I’m sure a birthmark can look like anything under all those spots.” Jakob laughed casually, not moving too much, so César’s fingers could remain on his skin. “No, it really does look like Asia!” He insisted, a bit louder this time. “I’ll show you sometime.” His smile had a hint of satisfaction after this-he’d show César now-but he was wearing jeans.
César turned away, fingers slipping from Jakob’s face. He began to shrug off his the white outer part of the school uniform, as smoothly as Jakob had taken off his jacket. His golden hair only became more amber in the sunlight. As he looked over his shoulder expectantly-that’s when part two of Jakob’s act began. And there was a reaction, indeed. Not an extreme one at first, just slightly widened storm-colored eyes and pale cheeks-Jakob had stopped looking at the shoulder for just a moment-he couldn’t go without reaping his reaction. However, he met César’s eyes with mock-worry-of course, Jakob didn’t worry about anything. However, for this act, yes, he did. He worried about how his shoulder ached-how it burned! After this, he did put his attention back to his shoulder, letting his fingers graze it slightly.
César left urgently, disappearing into his dorm room. For a moment, Jakob allowed himself to inhale, snickering silently to himself. He could hear a zipper, then rustling, and then, footsteps. An expression of pain was on his face as César strode back to him, once again hovering over him worriedly. Had he brought another medication for Jakob? Something stronger? “I’m sorry.” Closer. “I’m sorry.” Another apology, as he twisted the cap off a tube of ointment-larger than the vial. It was the color of a cloth TiPi, and as César massaged it into Jakob’s shoulder, he really did feel a cooling sensation. Though he was acting with how badly it hurt-it was genuinely uncomfortable. A bit of air came out of Jakob’s nose-a silent exhale. He felt César’s hands leave his shoulder, and watched as the rest of the medicine was wiped all over the sky-blue muffler-it kinda looked like clouds now. Jakob’s brows lifted in surprise-but he only became more surprised when César’s hands cupped his face, warming it immediately. “Does it still burn?”
He showed no annoyance at the cream-covered muffler, more worry for Jakob’s shoulder. Jakob’s laughter became a bit easier to contain now ,as César’s worry was kinda cute. His face was starting to be the thing “burning”-however, for real, and not with pain, either. “I…feel a bit better now.” he finally said, a comfortable smile settling on his face. He raised a brow, unable to contain a joke-“Be careful, though, you know these are contagious, right?” He was referring to his freckles. He had another question for César-a genuine one. “Wait, so…you lied to me? About the vial?” Many would be genuinely mad about being “tested”, however, an amused smile creeping onto his face. “Nice one, Dusty. If I were you, I wouldn’t trust me either.”
orp ✧ @edelgard in the very first paragraph, Jakob kinda made this face 
but idk what to call it! also if this is another trick- sajfkfdkfk i am sorry for assuming it was not, let me know if there really would not be any of that! also help! i’ve come down with a case of long-post-itis!!
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