HERE HE COMES TO SAVE THE DAY. OZ THE B RABBIT'S ON HIS WAY. Gil shouldn't be such an idiot to stand in the middle of the train tracks, you butt. Dun dun duuuunnn!! Oz'll just get him out of there if it's the last thing he does.
HERE HE COMES TO SAVE THE DAY. OZ THE B RABBIT'S ON HIS WAY. Gil shouldn't be such an idiot to stand in the middle of the train tracks, you butt. Dun dun duuuunnn!! Oz'll just get him out of there if it's the last thing he does.
HERE HE COMES TO SAVE THE DAY. OZ THE B RABBIT'S ON HIS WAY. Gil shouldn't be such an idiot to stand in the middle of the train tracks, you butt. Dun dun duuuunnn!! Oz'll just get him out of there if it's the last thing he does.
HERE HE COMES TO SAVE THE DAY. OZ THE B RABBIT'S ON HIS WAY. Gil shouldn't be such an idiot to stand in the middle of the train tracks, you butt. Dun dun duuuunnn!! Oz'll just get him out of there if it's the last thing he does.
HERE HE COMES TO SAVE THE DAY. OZ THE B RABBIT'S ON HIS WAY. Gil shouldn't be such an idiot to stand in the middle of the train tracks, you butt. Dun dun duuuunnn!! Oz'll just get him out of there if it's the last thing he does.
The pirouettes of red seemed to dance upon his cheeks, immediately seeking acknowledgement as they burned radiantly. After the dance came the large amount of surprise, poking at his emotions playfully. As for the finale, denial seemed to steal the show. Such a profound masquerade~!
The noirette only gave away a flustered expression, looking away as he tried to calm his speeding heart. He himself had gotten riled up because of a measly comment, but if it was from his precious person…
It was different.
Very different.
“…N-No I’m not.”
Target hit! Bulls-eye!
Smirk played against rosy lips with a stare of vivid green right toward features swimming with embarrassment only calling for more playful teasing wrapped around it. Still, Oz meant exactly what he said to his valet even if he planned to fool around with him in the long run. How adorable Gilbert could be when faced into a situation such as this one right now! Features only expanded on their delight.
Denial hit on cue! Perfect timing all the more!
Oz stifled back the fit of giggles that tried to protrude from between his lips, but that’d only ruin this moment all the more. Small shift of his position up closer with a sway of his slender frame.
”Now now, you shouldn’t go denying the truth~!”
Yet the young man strained with the quandary, if only he could react differently. Maybe if he hadn’t given a reaction at all, the younger would leave him be, but that was far from reality. Now he was bound to the chains of humiliation, struggling against them as a means to escape. He was a victim of the teasing, or the very light tormenting. His endeavor now failed, he now only hoped for a reason to calm himself down.
To find that reason required laborious efforts.
The head of noir almost felt like manacles had been clutching at his wrists, pulling him away. Yet even when he wrung the skin attaching his palm to his forearm he felt nothing but bare flesh, yet the stinging seemed to remain there. It was worth pondering over, but now didn’t exactly seem like a suitable time to be doing so.
Garnering all shades of red, his cheekbones shone more radiantly. He had suppressed emotions that he had gathered over the years, just like how his cheeks gathered more hues to the deepening cerise that painted his visage.
If only he wasn’t so reluctant to express his feelings~!
That made two of them, for leisurely sleeping did not come by easily for the man. Although with the younger he could just assume that he either wanted something or he just wasn’t tired. Some days he wished he could sleep in, just slumber underneath the covers and forget the world for once. He was given nothing of the such, but the company from the scion was greatly appreciated.
Surely Oz understood. Although some days he didn’t want the younger to understand. He was better off living his days happily and carefree, but how could one manage, hopefully his life was more facile then anything else.
Although he couldn’t help but wonder how he could possibly help the restless rabbit.
“Oh…
Is that so?”
A few small kicks of his lips as emerald irises stuck upon the raven’s face from where he sat. That bright smile took a softer turn as his head canted slightly to the side. Gil sounded quite weary, but Oz didn’t plan to leave the older another, at least not now. Small laugh escaped briefly out of the slim frame before his hand patted the spot on the raven’s bed beside him as an indication for his valet to get over here.
Whatever went through the older’s mind at the moment, he didn’t know, but it hardly mattered. At least, hardly mattered at the moment in time. If the noirette showed anymore signs of fatigue in the next few days, then Oz planned to worry then.
"Standing there won’t help, silly~!” Another short laugh before continuing. “C’mon, I know just the thing that’ll help us out!”
The eye contact had almost startled him from his exhaustion, melting into the smile of the scion as he tried to keep up with him. It was difficult indeed, but somehow he knew that Oz would wait for him regardless, although he didn’t want to bother him with such. If only he could pull himself out of his constant lack of sleep and for once, actually be content with a decent amount a sleep. Emphasize on the decent.
Although the head of black feathers could not exactly put his finger on the subject, being dubious was only natural. He had hesitated for too long, but after much debate with himself he had decided to take the chance as it was handed to him.
Eyes struggled open, staring blearily at the ceiling he was facing. A steel-like blue that seemed to loom over him in it’s attempt to enclose him. Such a depressing colour that was chosen, although he had grown comforted each morning, awakened to the deep colour of blue. Something he had grown so accustomed to, no complaints there.
Now what was it that had roused him?
Only a voice was enough to quench his suspicions.
It felt like laborious toil just to scramble from his sprawled position, trying to make his vulnerability less while he could manage to. Rubbing his eye furiously, he heard the restive voice from right behind the door. The certain ebony-haired man could not refuse a visit from his ever-so-kind Master.
Body straightening out once he got on his feet, he took strides towards the door. He knew that Oz probably wanted in, how could he not oblige to such a wish?
“Is there anything you need,
Oz?”
Words spilled out from constant use of them.
As slow as ever!
A pout protruded from the boy’s lips in wait as his valet seemed to almost take forever just to answer to the call. Then again, the boy really needed to simply remind himself that there was the possibility the older already nestled down for the night and he simply disturbed his sleep so suddenly. Oz wished to sleep also!
The very second the door creaked as a sign of Gil’s final approach, the young blond’s expression took a quick turn around to pull a smile fully against his features, unbeknownst to the raven his master had ever been pouting from the start.
”Yes~! Actually there is!”
Not even waiting, Oz slipped in under the taller’s arm.
“You seeee… I can’t sleep.”
He began in a soft tone before heading straight over to where wrinkled covers topped a mattress to a rather large bed. Turning himself half way around, he pushed upward just to plop himself straight down upon Gil’s bed.
That made two of them, for leisurely sleeping did not come by easily for the man. Although with the younger he could just assume that he either wanted something or he just wasn’t tired. Some days he wished he could sleep in, just slumber underneath the covers and forget the world for once. He was given nothing of the such, but the company from the scion was greatly appreciated.
Surely Oz understood. Although some days he didn’t want the younger to understand. He was better off living his days happily and carefree, but how could one manage, hopefully his life was more facile then anything else.
Although he couldn’t help but wonder how he could possibly help the restless rabbit.
Lanky legs had almost buckled underneath him as he paced towards his room, avoiding anything that could possibly come between him and the peace of slumber. Bouts of stress had gotten him all worked up and now he was bruised with physiological worries and anxieties. No wonder the raven-haired man coveted for sleep, everything just felt so overwhelming…
Yet sleep would not overcome him, no darkness had engulfed him. His body had failed to give him the serenity he had yearned for, but of course. He was probably under some wicked kind of karma. It could not be helped~!
Earlier on Oz had been ushered off to get some rest himself, but much rather than simply flopping onto the bed he’d been given, the boy sat at the edge with his legs hanging off the edge to swing back and forth in a gentle rhythm as if lost in thought and waiting.
Nope. If he was to sleep, this just wouldn’t do!
Pushing himself up with a small bounce, Oz left the room with soft steps, socked feet making not a sound while traveling down the hallway toward a specific room to catch his interest. The blond had his plans, and he expected to keep them going even if turned away. A halt in the doorway, hands intertwined together behind his back and rocking onto the tips of his toes.
”Giiil.~”
Eyes struggled open, staring blearily at the ceiling he was facing. A steel-like blue that seemed to loom over him in it’s attempt to enclose him. Such a depressing colour that was chosen, although he had grown comforted each morning, awakened to the deep colour of blue. Something he had grown so accustomed to, no complaints there.
Now what was it that had roused him?
Only a voice was enough to quench his suspicions.
It felt like laborious toil just to scramble from his sprawled position, trying to make his vulnerability less while he could manage to. Rubbing his eye furiously, he heard the restive voice from right behind the door. The certain ebony-haired man could not refuse a visit from his ever-so-kind Master.
Body straightening out once he got on his feet, he took strides towards the door. He knew that Oz probably wanted in, how could he not oblige to such a wish?
Lanky legs had almost buckled underneath him as he paced towards his room, avoiding anything that could possibly come between him and the peace of slumber. Bouts of stress had gotten him all worked up and now he was bruised with physiological worries and anxieties. No wonder the raven-haired man coveted for sleep, everything just felt so overwhelming…
Yet sleep would not overcome him, no darkness had engulfed him. His body had failed to give him the serenity he had yearned for, but of course. He was probably under some wicked kind of karma. It could not be helped~!
