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who: precious bitches
what: making out
when: voilarientimes
where: in bulbas bed
warnings: you're not invited

Who: Marie (the Wartortle), Voile (the Gardevoir)
When: Later Afternoon - V-Day
What: ...Probably some kind of awkward fluff here. Hard to not be awkward once the kissing thing has happened. Pretty much everything from now on is going to be awkward.
Where: Voile's room.
Warnings: gonna barf on you

hey let's hang out

"Yes... Okay," she said to herself as she eyed her phone. The straight forward way it was put made her pause a bit, as if she wasn't sure how to feel about it.

Valentine's Day had, in general, set her on edge a bit. She was still trying to remember what had happened a couple of years back and it just wasn't coming to her. But she wished it would. It was hard to feel in the dark about something and not be able to piece things together.

All the same, Marie wanted to spend time with her. He wanted to brave whatever strange thing was possessing the school and--

Wait. What if he'd been affected too? How would she even handle that? Voile wasn't very graceful to begin with when it came to Marie. For things to suddenly turn around where she was the awkward one and he wasn't... She just couldn't picture it. Knitting her eyebrows with some confusion, she finally decided that it probably was just her. So she texted him back.

All right. I'm in my room.

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Maybe it was a bit bold of Marie to send a text like that. He'd mulled over a couple of versions of the text, then promptly trashed each one. Finally, he forced himself to just send one of them. As soon as it was sent, though, he wished he would have phrased it more gently. do you want to hang out? or maybe can i see you? As he stared at his phone, anxious about her reply, he berated himself for how aggressive he was sure he'd come off.

Even when her reply came, he remained nervous.

Still, she'd said he could come over, so he headed towards her dorm. Maybe he could apologize for his text when she let him in... He hesitated for a few moments before finally knocking.

Most of the concern was that Voile felt handmade valentine's didn't really cut it. And she'd thought about trying to bake him something, but she didn't know if he'd even like it. So there was a ridiculously intricate card made with all kinds of designs. Like an abstract art piece, actually. Not necessarily hidden away, but with Marie's name on it, probably made it more than a little noticeable.

Her door opened not long after he knocked and she peered around the edge of the door with a smile. "Hello, you."

Imagine the embarrassment that could have been if it hadn't been him.

As soon as she greeted Marie, his cheeks went pink. He offered the Gardevoir a sideways smile, his hands shoved in his pockets, and nodded a greeting back at her.

"Hey..." Apologize? Don't apologize? "Sorry if you didn't want to hang out, or whatever? I don't know if you were, like, doing something else, or..." He shut himself up and shrugged awkwardly, still smiling a little nervously. "I dunno, I wanted to see you."

Shh. Marie, shhh. Shhh be quiet.

"Ssh," she reassured him as she leaned over and gave him a light peck on the cheek. "I have an appreciation when you're straight forward with me."

But he wanted to see her and that made her expression brighten. She couldn't figure out why that was such a surprise either. Because he'd said it before. For some reason, she was just never used to it. As if she was still trying to understand why. Whatever the reason was for it, it was just present.

There was no sense in over complicating things.

"I'm happy to see you," she offered up, to make herself a bit more vulnerable for his sake.

Well, that certainly shut him up. Once Voile placed her lips against his cheek, Marie fell completely silent and his face reddened considerably. He was still a little too timid to completely appreciate unannounced kisses, but he wasn't going to complain about it, either.

She was happy to see him. The text he'd sent had been alright. A different part of him- the part that wasn't still nervous about the sudden kiss on the cheek- felt relieved.

"Yeah? Alright..." he replied, sounding just as shy as he looked. "Well, uh... Happy Valentine's Day? I probably should have said that first..."

Not too long before and she wouldn't have dreamed of doing that. But sometimes Marie got so awkward that she felt she had to do something to snap him out of the reverie he caught himself in. The issue was that when she kissed him, she had a feeling it only stupefied him.

Closing the door after him, her smile grew. Valentine's Day. "...Did you come specifically because it was Valentine's Day?" Because she'd never had someone do that before. Oddly enough.

"Uh... Yeah."

That was okay, right?

Of course it was, he told himself. Not everything he did was a mistake; he didn't have to question every answer to every one of Voile's questions. She was smiling. That counted for something, of course.

"I really should have brought you something," he added, sounding earnestly disappointed himself. "I'm sorry."

Brought her something? He thought he was supposed to do that? Was that some sort of silly human rule? She couldn't hide the surprise that crossed her features when he spoke and instead of outright rejecting the idea or trying to express some sort of... disdain, her head tipped a little and finally, she smiled.

"Well. You brought yourself," Voile pointed out. "Doesn't that account for something?" She moved over to her desk and leaned just enough to rest a hand at its surface. "I... I made something, but it's..." She laughed as she looked over to him and smiled bashfully, "...I think it's kind of stupid."

Just before Voile had the opportunity to admit she'd made something for him, Marie slipped in a short laugh at her question. "Does it?" he mumbled quietly in reply. But what she said next caught his attention.

He caught her eyes when he looked up at her, and half-smiled at her.

"I can already tell it's not stupid," he insisted. Looking away, Marie allowed his smile to become a little bit fuller, if not a little bit more embarrassed. "You made something for me...? That's sweet." He shook his head. "Not stupid, or whatever..."

Was she blushing? A little bit. Well. More than a little. She was pretty certain she'd completely skipped the shade of pink and immediately jumped into red. And it was true that she was entirely too easy to fluster, but the fact that it was Marie didn't make it any easier to swallow sweet things.

Marie hadn't made it a habit to be forwardly kind and generous. Yet over time that had changed. Little by little, things he began to say created little stitches on her heart as he pieced it back together. But each time he did, the weight there grew and at the point where she stood, she looked at him and realised this was happening. At some point in time, she had entrusted her heart to him and he had begun to repair it, whether either of them knew it or not.

What a frightening concept.

She blinked several times when she heard him and almost immediately annoyed with herself for not having a good response, she cleared her throat with a weak laugh. "You're too kind." Then she looked back down to her desk and took the Valentine she'd made for him and handed it over. "It's not impressive. It's not... I mean... It's too simple and too small... It doesn't accurate portray anything that I..."

...That I feel for you. I feel so dumb.

You're too kind.

Marie could have laughed, if he were in a much more self-deprecating mood. Instead, he awkwardly attempted to accept the compliment with a nervous smile. The rest of his moody feelings were pushed away when Voile handed him the Valentine she'd made for him.

He glanced between her and the Valentine when she spoke, maintaining a probably-inappropriately-serious expression. It was... really nice. Even if she thought it was too small or too simple. Whatever it was, Marie wasn't used to getting anything like it from anyone. It made him want to disappear and smile uncharacteristically bright all at once.

Instead, he cracked another sideways smile and blushed brighter.

"It's nice." He could have said a lot more, but didn't want to embarrass himself. Or her. He looked up at her, trying to be reassuring. "Really. I like it."

She tried to swallow down her nerves, as if it was truly that easy to get rid of them. And it wasn't. If anything, it was driving her crazy. Her posture straightened and her hands laced together tightly. As if she was a child prepared for some form of parental chiding. Not that he'd have any reason to chide her. Why would he? It was a simple gift. They were allowed to give gifts.

...She hadn't really been expecting anything herself and it didn't bother her in the slightest that he'd come with nothing.

After all, again. He'd brought himself. The idea that he wanted to spend any time at all with her said more than enough because she knew he wasn't real big on socialising. And he could be forgiven for it because it wasn't really something to forgive.

Her hands unwound from one another and found her cheeks, as if to hide behind them, or at least the way she knew how evidently flushed she was. He'll know this was important to me. Why... am I being so obvious?

"I-I'm so glad," she stammered shyly. "...I've never made one before."

"Seriously?" he asked, smiling down at the Valentine. "This is, like, really good for your first time making one."

It would be fair to color Marie a little bit envious. Mostly, he was impressed with the Valentine, but a part of him was a little bitter that he wasn't able to make things as nice as what he'd just been given. There wasn't much artistic talent in the Wartortle- most attempts at something creative usually ended up with crumpled up papers and bratty sighs- and he was perhaps a little jealous of people who could create things and make them look good.

It'd be nice to be able to give something handmade to the people he cared about.

"I'm really bad at giving gifts and stuff like that," he admitted quietly, idly playing with the lacy edge of the Valentine. "I'd really like to get you something, but, like, I dunno," he added with a shrug.

She laughed a little sheepishly and thought about everything she could say to degrade herself, but somehow she managed not to. It was a difficult journey - to try learning how to not be so hard on herself. His eyes were kind, however, and if Marie saw something good in her, then surely there really had to be something good present. It really was that simple.

Sort of.

"You want to get me something...?" she asked him curiously. "I know if I tell you I don't really need anything, you'll likely want to get me something anyway." Looking aside from him, she eyed her wall of ribbons and slowly moved to sit at the foot of her bed. "I like to read. Poetry. And I like flowers." Voile motioned over to her windowsill with the gracidea, and then to her desk, with a bonsai plant. "...I like you," she added with a shy smile.

Honestly, if Voile hadn't told him, he would have spent so much time nitpicking his decision that he would have probably never decided on anything at all. Poetry and flowers narrowed it down a little bit, but those weren't exactly things Marie had a lot of knowledge about, either.

At her comment about him, Marie's face flushed a deeper pink and he bit the inside of his own cheek. He was quiet about it for a moment too long.

"Flowers and poetry. Okay..." he echoed her modest requests quietly. "I'll figure something out, I guess. ... It won't be as nice as this," he added, still shyly half-smiling at the handmade Valentine.

"Do you believe me when I say it doesn't have to be?" she asked him, raising her eyebrows. "It's sweet... and cute that you feel like you have something you need to measure up to."

Voile took a moment to really approach the situation seriously. He was too quick to question himself, to doubt himself, to think she wanted - or needed - something... someone better. How to really tackle that subject without humiliating him? She didn't think it was embarrassing at all. She was flattered. He really cared about her and it'd taken her some time to get accustomed to the sensation.

So she made the attempt to take his hands into hers as tenderly as she could muster. "Listen, Marie. It doesn't matter what you get me. I'm not going to care what it looks like, if it sparkles, or if it smells pretty. It's going to mean the world to me because you got it for me. That's how it is. It's important because it's from you."