[Wow, that's some wisdom being handed to him. Though what is she trying to imply with that poem? That he's foolish? That his continued effort in his denial folly is going to lead to some sort of revelation later...? He doesn't know what she's talking about! He's totally being normal!
Soundy, though, is new. Well, not exactly new, someone already had used that nickname before, albeit mockingly rather than... affectionately. Who knew Monika could actually come up with a sweet nickname for once!
There's a war going on inside him. First, his pride against gratitude and appreciation. And now it's against the sweetness radiating off Monika. His pride is taking quite a beating today, and Monika being utterly sweet to him all of a sudden is making him confused and dizzy in his head. Worse of all, he likes it, likes the new nickname for him, and it's just simply making him fall in l--
Er... He should focus back on the topic of poem.]
Then, you should know that your writing did made me feel. Several strong emotions, I'd add.
[The first poem elicited sadness and even empathy from him. Then the second brought joy, happiness, and sweetness. And a... forbidden word that starts with "L".
Soundwave entire body tenses at the kiss to his cheek, then his entire body trembles. He knows they've been kissing a lot, too much for mere friendship, really. However, this set of kisses she's giving him shouldn't make him flare up inside too much, and yet it does. Especially when he realizes where her lips are headed. At first he doesn't notice it, thinking she was being too affectionate with this many kisses, but her lips inches closer to his mouth... ]
Deal. I'll write on your notebook. [A pause] If I asked for another poem, do I have to "pay" now? Because I... wish to come up with something first, so if you would give me some time instead. Simply putting down my name isn't... satisfactory.
[He wonders why he said that at the end. Monika doesn't seem to mind him if he just write down his name, and he could be done with that. Easy payment. But for what odd reason, he feels it would be unsatisfying. No, it has to be something... Something special. Something she could cherish. Something that would make her happy.
For now, he stays his head, lips tremble and pucker slightly, ready for Monika to claim his lips herself. One of his hand finds Monika's to intertwine their fingers, squeezing her gently, wordlessly asking for her to properly seal their lips together. Please.]
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denialfolly is going to lead to some sort of revelation later...? He doesn't know what she's talking about! He's totally being normal!Soundy, though, is new. Well, not exactly new, someone already had used that nickname before, albeit mockingly rather than... affectionately. Who knew Monika could actually come up with a sweet nickname for once!
There's a war going on inside him. First, his pride against gratitude and appreciation. And now it's against the sweetness radiating off Monika. His pride is taking quite a beating today, and Monika being utterly sweet to him all of a sudden is making him confused and dizzy in his head. Worse of all, he likes it, likes the new nickname for him, and it's just simply making him fall in l--
Er... He should focus back on the topic of poem.]
Then, you should know that your writing did made me feel. Several strong emotions, I'd add.
[The first poem elicited sadness and even empathy from him. Then the second brought joy, happiness, and sweetness. And a... forbidden word that starts with "L".
Soundwave entire body tenses at the kiss to his cheek, then his entire body trembles. He knows they've been kissing a lot, too much for mere friendship, really. However, this set of kisses she's giving him shouldn't make him flare up inside too much, and yet it does. Especially when he realizes where her lips are headed. At first he doesn't notice it, thinking she was being too affectionate with this many kisses, but her lips inches closer to his mouth... ]
Deal. I'll write on your notebook. [A pause] If I asked for another poem, do I have to "pay" now? Because I... wish to come up with something first, so if you would give me some time instead. Simply putting down my name isn't... satisfactory.
[He wonders why he said that at the end. Monika doesn't seem to mind him if he just write down his name, and he could be done with that. Easy payment. But for what odd reason, he feels it would be unsatisfying. No, it has to be something... Something special. Something she could cherish. Something that would make her happy.
For now, he stays his head, lips tremble and pucker slightly, ready for Monika to claim his lips herself. One of his hand finds Monika's to intertwine their fingers, squeezing her gently, wordlessly asking for her to properly seal their lips together. Please.]