Sticks & Bones // IC Inbox

[eidxiety]

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[eidxiety]

[Cute cute cute AAAAAAAA okay. Okay, okay, just like with Add, he cannot just push Elsword. He knows better, and will back off shortly to lay his head against Elsword's shoulder.]

Haha, sorry... I just love you so much~. But I'll chill out for now.

[friendshipbeams]

No need to be sorry. If anything, that should be me. [ After all, Ain has relationships with others. He knows what he wants out of stuff like that. He probably doesn’t have that embarrassing fluttery feeling in his stomach that makes him feel like he might actually have to excuse himself to the restroom at any moment. Elsword’s heart and face haven’t settled down at all. He’s still blushing like crazy and if there’s any more pounding against his chest he might break his ribs. No wonder Ain things he’s “cute”. This is pathetic. ]

I’m having a hard time wrapping my head around it all. [ Like why would a priest like someone like Elsword to begin with? Especially once who’s seen how clumsily he grew up. ] I’ll be better about it after today, I promise.