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✧ outside, next to césar’s window, césar ✧
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After a few taps, Jakob was already growing very impatient. Though he had really only been waiting for a couple seconds, he began to rap louder and faster, leaning even closer to the glass, looking for César. Finally, a figure came into view-light haired, with a towel wrapped around his waist-even from several yards away, Jakob could tell who it was. As the figure paced closer, César’s features became clearer-his striking, innocent blue eyes, his lips moving as he muttered. Jakob only smiled, shrugging and mouthing the words-“surprise!” Though he actually did say this out loud, César could not hear him. He floated away from the window a tad as César opened it slightly-not enough to let Jakob inside. The weather was nice, though it couldn’t compare to Neverland. Jakob supposed he could linger outside a bit longer. “You really couldn’t come in through the door?” César asked, sounding exasperated. His sky-blue gaze was on Jakob, who had to look down in order to see him. Though Jakob’s focus was not on César’s tone, or even the fact that César’s stony gaze was not purely of disgust. His focus, instead, was on the figure below him-wrapped in only a towel, he was seeing a lot more of César than he had…ever.
Though his hair and face appeared to be completely dry, it was obvious he had gotten in the tub after all. Water droplets clung to his body which was…not bad to look at in the very least. Jakob clicked his tongue as he turned his attention back to César’s face (which was by no means bad to look at either), not caring that it was obvious he had been checking the guy out. “You know, I think I like this look better than the uniform.” He flirted, and though he met César’s eyes whilst saying this, his own couldn’t help but flick back down to his chest a few times. “Doors are boring.” Jakob shrugged, answering César’s question. “Windows are much more fun, am I right?” He grinned impishly at César, wondering if he would be allowed inside, or if the window would be slammed in his face.
orp ✧ @edelgard >:) i vindicate as well!! sorry this took so long 
also, i didn’t describe César’s figure too much since i didn’t wanna get body type wrong or anything!
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