Mount Silver (Base) || Night"Your attempts to gross me out are in vain."
Okay, Blue had to admit he didn't expect Red to get that
close; now there was barely any space between them. He'd played his last card, but now it was like someone had dropped rocks onto his gut-just what was Red planning, and why did it feel like the mountain's temperature had mysteriously increased? This was getting more intense by the second. "I won't be intimidated by your kooties, Blue. I call your bluff."
There it was, the killing blow, the end of the rebellion. Blue had only attempted said bluff as a way to snatch victory from the jaws of defeat, but with Red's face literally inches from his own, it was suddenly becoming all too real. Kooties?
Well, he'd only been kidding about that whole “strong feelings” thing, of course, but this embrace was actually kind of...nice? Wait, what? The hell am I thinking?
Blue has just suffered humiliating defeat, and he's thinking about a hug. That was some backwards logic. He floundered for words, some miraculous, final counterattack, but his mind stubbornly refused to give him words. All it could think about was how, now that they were seeing him when he was happy instead of pissed off, or in a state of despair, Red was actually...kind of cute...
Wow. Was it hot in here, or what?
No, wait, that can't be right. No way in hell was that right. This was Red
he was thinking of-his childhood rival, the same guy who'd always been better than him, and for a good chunk of today they'd both hated each other. Right? Had Blue actually hated Red even before they'd found some common ground? That-that didn't make any sense either. This wouldn't have happened if such animosity was real, and still lingering between them. The sudden burst of joy after so much misery
must have messed with his brain somehow, made these feelings bubble up. Blue didn't even know what those feelings were
, truthfully, now that “mischievous” was being mixed up with “jovial”, and those two were pushed between confusion. Christ, it was as if he was thirteen years old again. Actually, did I even think about these things when I was thirteen?
If Blue had been thinking straight, he might have simply surrendered in defeat and left it there. These feelings weren't much of anything, simply brought on by what were definitely uncontrollable circumstances, nothing that couldn't be buried and forgotten about.
But...Red's face was right there.
Would it be better to bury the feelings and potentially lose any sort of chance to show, “hey, they exist,” or suffer even more humiliation, especially if this was merely a spur-of-the-moment emotion? Tarkus wasn't even near them anymore, and the other Pokemon were asleep...maybe, then...why not? He was about 99% certain this was what people did when someone they might have found someone to be...nice-looking and wanted to show it. Well, who could it hurt? Everyone. And, you know, the person right in front of you.Shut UP.
Nobody got anywhere in life by being cautious and reserved all the time. Sometimes, you had to take a plunge off the cliff.”Fine,”
Blue said, bracing himself for what no doubt be the inevitable nuking of whatever bond they had formed today. No, wait, that was too negative-this was going to go well. Definitely. Without a doubt, nothing was going to go wrong. Maybe he'd be a little awkward about it, but really, that was the only
problem. ”You win.”
And with that, Blue kissed Red, lingering for about five seconds before he fully realized what he'd just done.
Did he actually just do that?
He tried not to think about the fact that his cheeks were probably now a very fine shade of red and instead focus on how the hell that had happened. What in god's name could have brought such an impulse over him? Maybe it was
because of how high the emotions of today had ran, leading from “I literally want to kill you” to “Both of us are screwed up” right up to “Now we are acting like children.” Wow, somehow that line of reasoning made even less
sense now then it did before. Blue felt torn between rapidfire apologizing, hiding his face from the rest of the universe, or both at the same time. Instead of any of those, his nerves led him to short laughter, Am I drunk? I think I'm drunk. There's no way I'm not drunk.
Man, was he starting to regret not simply admitting defeat and doing absolutely nothing else.
How could he have been so stupid as to just act
without first thinking, "wow, maybe I should approach these budding feelings with a rational mind and wait for a good opportunity to express them?" Blue mentally kicked himself repeatedly for being such a giant, goddamn moron.”Wow. Uh, I really made this awkward,”
Blue finally said, ”I-wow, I'm sorry. I need to re-learn personal space. I'll just, um-I'll-”
His words once again failing him, he tried to give a sheepish grin...but honestly, it probably gave the impression of ”I wasn't thinking please don't kill me.”