[For all that he doesn't comment on it while in the presence of the other student leaders in the school, Vil appreciates the enthusiasm that Kalim brings to just about everything he does. Perhaps Kalim isn't as observant or magically capable as his peers, and he often needs to be directed to get that energy focused in a productive way, but he is by far the most personable of the leaders.
All of that to say that perhaps it isn't a bad thing that Kalim came all this way just to help him with a headache. Even if it wouldn't be ideal, he could see himself falling asleep with this treatment.]
Of course I do. Who do you think I am?
[The words lack the sternness they would have under normal circumstances, as Vil is quite relaxed at this point.]
You could do it too. With discipline.
[Probably not with the same level of success, but the thought is meant to be encouraging.]
[ At least one of those things is definitely true, if his hands are anything to go by. Vil can feel it every time Kalim's fingers ghost over some errant bit of exposed skin, soft and warm, gentle and unassuming. So, disciplined? Maybe not. But Kalim gives in such an undemanding way, and that counts for something in this school. Maybe nothing good, but certainly something.
Even now, having softly scrubbed his way over Vil's scalp in the most diligently thorough manner possible, still he gives. Jamil likes his hair played with, so it seems like a safe assumption that anyone with long hair would enjoy it. It's no great chore anyway, to comb his fingers through Vil's hair, slowly, root to end, over and over while he stares smiling at the night sky. Like Vil is a temporarily-docile housecat, and Kalim's simply grateful for the chance to pet him for a while (even if he comes away bleeding in the end). ]
Your makeup always looks perfect too! I don't know how you wing your eyeliner like that, I always make a mess. Jamil always smacks my hands like, "Stop, stop it, give me that, you don't know what you're doing!"
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All of that to say that perhaps it isn't a bad thing that Kalim came all this way just to help him with a headache. Even if it wouldn't be ideal, he could see himself falling asleep with this treatment.]
Of course I do. Who do you think I am?
[The words lack the sternness they would have under normal circumstances, as Vil is quite relaxed at this point.]
You could do it too. With discipline.
[Probably not with the same level of success, but the thought is meant to be encouraging.]
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[ At least one of those things is definitely true, if his hands are anything to go by. Vil can feel it every time Kalim's fingers ghost over some errant bit of exposed skin, soft and warm, gentle and unassuming. So, disciplined? Maybe not. But Kalim gives in such an undemanding way, and that counts for something in this school. Maybe nothing good, but certainly something.
Even now, having softly scrubbed his way over Vil's scalp in the most diligently thorough manner possible, still he gives. Jamil likes his hair played with, so it seems like a safe assumption that anyone with long hair would enjoy it. It's no great chore anyway, to comb his fingers through Vil's hair, slowly, root to end, over and over while he stares smiling at the night sky. Like Vil is a temporarily-docile housecat, and Kalim's simply grateful for the chance to pet him for a while (even if he comes away bleeding in the end). ]
Your makeup always looks perfect too! I don't know how you wing your eyeliner like that, I always make a mess. Jamil always smacks my hands like, "Stop, stop it, give me that, you don't know what you're doing!"