[IC]

[woodfortono]

[knocking on the door of takeru's cabin and not bothering to wait for an answer as he pushes it open when it's unlocked]

Hey, Takeru, I--oh.

Comments

[blueondeck]

When I don't want that anymore, maybe.

[woodfortono]

[hesitates, then leans away, nodding]

All right. I'll be around. Glad you're talking to Takeru more again, though.

[blueondeck]

Although... Takeru said he doesn't care.

[woodfortono]

Eh? What about?

[blueondeck]

Whatever I do with you, because I'm me and he trusts me. I wouldn't do anything intentionally to hurt him and he knows that.

[woodfortono]

...oh. Well--what's the problem, then? [sounding a little bewildered]

[blueondeck]

He only just told me that a few hours ago.

Plus, I don't want to do anything you both don't like. I can't decide that on my own.

[woodfortono]

Well, Takeru told you how he feels about it, and I don't mind if he doesn't, so we're just waiting on you, then, I guess. [arching an eyebrow at you]

[blueondeck]

[... That's terrible. You're both terrible]

You don't mind?

[Don't just say only that.]

[woodfortono]

I said I'd miss it too. I didn't even think to ask Takeru about it, but I guess I should have.

[blueondeck]

. . . You really are terrible at this.

[woodfortono]

Hey! Terrible at what?

[blueondeck]

All of this.

[woodfortono]

Well, thanks a bunch! [kicking at your ankle gently, looking indignant]

[blueondeck]

Ow-- You are though.

[woodfortono]

You wuss. Like you're better! You and Takeru always have to be strong-armed into taking things you want.

[blueondeck]

It's not something I...

This is different.

[woodfortono]

Yeah? How so?

[blueondeck]

I ...

[No really there's no way to say this in my defense. I'm a pirate. We're suppose to do this...]

[woodfortono]

Well, at least there's no reason to feel guilty anymore. Or to avoid me. [nudges you playfully, just leaning against you a little] You're all out of excuses.

[blueondeck]

I am... But it would have helped to know ... anything.

[woodfortono]

Yeah, well. Same goes for me. This has all kind of been a mess. [eyeing you] So, what do you want?

[blueondeck]

[ you made this a mess]

What are you talking about?

[woodfortono]

[excuse you, i think you stabbing me to death started this initial mess, which means it's camp's fault, not mine or yours]

Do you want to kiss me or not? [leaning back on his hands and watching you curiously]

[blueondeck]

. . .

[A lot of our interactions with each other come down to this question, doesn't it?]