[It took years of hard won self control to keep from flinching, though he wanted to. He felt like he had just gotten slapped in the face by Kalim, and if he didn't know better he'd assume that Kalim was none-too-subtly hinting that he should, perhaps, seriously look at some other dorm like Ignihyde for a transfer.
But it made no sense. The time for that was...before, back when he had...when that had happened. Not now. Now was...
He is going to focus on the headwrap, not on what-ifs.]
...not bad.
[Except there's that bump that refuses to lay flat. Jamil stares. His fingers twitch, and before he can stop himself, slip in.] Let me.
[As they always do, except it doesn't feel like that, does it? Still. His fingers twist at the fabric, finding the place where it twists, and he does his best to smooth it out.
Ignore the fact that the back of his hand might have brushed Kalim's (stupidly soft) cheek for a second almost as if he went out of his way to brush said (stupidly soft) cheek, as that's the sort of thing which happens by accident when you're squeezed together on an ottoman that's very small and you don't know why you had to, but you had to. Clearly.]
What do you want for lunch?
[...it's not flat, but it's getting better. Less a lump and more slightly twisted. Passable enough for Night Raven College...as long as Kalim did his best to avoid people like Vil.]
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But it made no sense. The time for that was...before, back when he had...when that had happened. Not now. Now was...
He is going to focus on the headwrap, not on what-ifs.]
...not bad.
[Except there's that bump that refuses to lay flat. Jamil stares. His fingers twitch, and before he can stop himself, slip in.] Let me.
[As they always do, except it doesn't feel like that, does it? Still. His fingers twist at the fabric, finding the place where it twists, and he does his best to smooth it out.
Ignore the fact that the back of his hand might have brushed Kalim's (stupidly soft) cheek for a second almost as if he went out of his way to brush said (stupidly soft) cheek, as that's the sort of thing which happens by accident when you're squeezed together on an ottoman that's very small and you don't know why you had to, but you had to. Clearly.]
What do you want for lunch?
[...it's not flat, but it's getting better. Less a lump and more slightly twisted. Passable enough for Night Raven College...as long as Kalim did his best to avoid people like Vil.]