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[ Grabs his hand... Laces their fingers together. Makes Rafayel regret staying instead of continuing to flee.

Watching his expression, trying to puzzle out what he's struggling with. ]

I believe your exact words were, "Can I know where you're going so I can go in the opposite direction."

[ He hasn't forgotten. :( ]

[ when he feels their fingers intertwine, he doesn't even bother fighting it this time. ]

Do you usually memorize everything someone tells you?

[ but, it's also true that it makes him feel seen somehow. ]

[ You can still fight... Maybe he will let you go. ]

I already said that I'm dedicated with my attention. [ Tilting his head. ] So? Will you run?

[ he doesn't fight him this time. but, he isn't sure if it's to stick a point, or if it's something else that keeps him rooted here. ]

Run? Puh-lease... If you want me to stay, then just say so. You really can't get enough of me, huh?

I want to know why you made a beeline for me once you were cursed.

[ You never answered his question... ]

[ ... ]

Is that a complaint?

It's a question.

[ Expectant. ]

Maybe I felt like you owed it to me.

[ he tries not to break his nonchalance, but he's covering his mouth with his hand just a little. it's hard not to smile because he thinks sylus' question is... kind of cute in a way. is he fishing for something? ]

Don't forget you're the one who clung onto me first.

[ CUTE... He is fishing for something, yes. Be honest or he's going to come up to you one day with a crazy ultimatum. ]

I clung to several people. [ Lifting a brow. ] Unless you mean to tell me you've been making rounds?

[ staring at him. ] Several people, huh? Guess your attention is actually pretty easy. [ not going to answer sylus' last question out of spite now. ]

[ Wow. Rafayel is calling him a whore, but he just smiles. ]

I like how jealousy looks on you.

[ Raises his free hand to Rafayel's face...

... and gently tugs his cheek. Brat. ]

[ his brows furrow together before he tries to brush sylus' hand off.

though, his attempt is pretty weak. ]

You're obviously seeing things. Must be the night vision failing you.

[ It will not work, though he does let go, it's only so that his fingers can trail down the length of his jaw to grip at his chin. ]

Fortunately for you, I have good eyes.

[ he remains fixed in place. as if moving was also losing.

instead, he keeps his gaze fixed on sylus' ~mysterious~ eye(s). ]

Then you're reading me all wrong.

[ ~glows~ ]

Are you sure you know how to read yourself?

Think I know one or two more things than you do.

[ he brings a hand up and pretends to fix sylus' collar. ]

[ Is he going to tickle him. ]

Such as?

Don't know if I wanna tell you. Like you said, I still have rounds to make.

[ teehee. ]

Even though the effect has worn off?

[ ... Sees an opportunity to antagonize him. ]

Or was there no effect at all, and you're just making rounds under false pretences? How devious.

Who said it wore off?

[ scrambles to find an excuse for himself. ]

I might still be feeling weird. Just not for you.

[ Hums. ]

No more honesty between us? Is that reserved only for talks about our pasts and secrets?

Isn't honesty more hurtful sometimes? Maybe I'm just trying to spare your feelings.

I find it more hurtful that you think I'm so weak.

Yeah, you do strike me as kinda a weaky. Can't be helped.

Guess I'm your Mister Bodyguard. [ for sparing sylus' feelings for that of which he is also trying to hurt, so... ]

A bodyguard who runs away. How unconventional.

[ Looking unimpressed. ]