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A Kiss is Just a Kiss [Closed]

Who: Lithuania (

reckless_eagle).
Where The woods.
When: Saturday, May 29th, mid-afternoon.
Rating: PG-13 at the very highest.
Summary: Poland and Lithuania go out berry-picking and discuss their upcoming nuptials.
the Story:

Poland hadn't realized before now just how tedious it was to plan a wedding (or something like one). He'd always liked them--you know, gathering in the church, nice clothes, pretty flowers, lots of drinking afterwards, families connecting, people feeling good--but he just hadn't realized how much work went into them. Made it a little less fun, if no less exciting. He supposed that Jadwiga and her advisers had done a lot of the planning when he and Liet had their official wedding... he missed her, God rest her soul. Oh, well.

At any rate, there was no way he was going to spend all of his time until the upcoming ceremony organizing things. It was boring. He needed to get out of the room and do something. And it probably wasn't good for Liet to work too much, either, so he had to get him to come with.

Half an hour and a few come on, Liet's later, they were out in the woods. Lithuania had a basket in one arm and Poland hanging off of the other one.

"It's totally nice out here," the blond gushed, tugging him over to a berry bush and plucking a few. They never made it to the basket, ending up in his mouth instead. "I can't believe how fast it got this warm after the frost, you know?"

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"This place really heaths up much faster than ours do."

He smiled and snatched a few berries as well. Dropping them into the basket now would have meant losing them to Poland, so he ate them himself. The real picking would have to wait until Poland's sweet tooth was sated enough.

Being out here with Poland was, while he could not ban the list of what they still had to do completely, he could at least distract himself from it a little bit. Or rather let himself be distracted.

"Yeah, like, no kidding!" Poland smiled, brushing a stray lock of hair back behind his ear. He hadn't spent nearly enough time outside in the past few days, and the weather was beautiful, so he was really enjoying just soaking up the sun.

"It's way nice right now, but I wonder how bad it'll get in the summer? We'll have to be careful to keep the garden irrigated and all." For Poland, this was small talk. He wasn't much of a hard worker, but agriculture was a passion. He picked a few more berries, holding them up in the sunlight and admiring the smooth, shiny surface of their skin for a moment before popping them into his mouth.

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"I hope it won't get too hot, I'm not sure if all the plants would survive that." especially the rye. he wasn't experienced with extremely high temperatures.

"I'm sure we can ask others for help, if it gets too much."

He nodded, straightening his skirt a little bit. Since he wasn't allowed to wear dresses outside without Liet's supervision, he'd decided that today was a good day for one of the brightly-colored peasant girl outfits the closet had provided him with.

"Well, so far, it's like, not that much worse than in the southern parts of my house. We should be totally cool!"

Now that he was allowed to stare, the dresses hadn't lost their sexappeal, but had become much less troubling since he knew that he was allowed to feel aroused. Evenmore when a soft breeze caught the back of the skirt when Poland smoothened the front down. He laughed and held it down by stepping to the side and pulling Poland against his chest - holding it down would have been inappropriate, since it would have meant touching his hands to the other nations ass. They weren't married yet.

"We'll just do our best."

It was really, really perplexing, Poland thought, how the meaning of simple touches had changed recently. It wasn't as though Liet never held him before, or touched his hand, or stroked his hair. But it was different now--subtly, but unmistakably. It meant something beyond friendship now, when Lithuania pulled him close like that, and knowing that made his heart skip a beat.

"Y-Yeah," he managed, "Totally!" He wasn't quite sure what they were talking about anymore, but he was pretty sure he agreed.

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While the change was very suddenly, and pulling away soon or dodging his touch all together had become alarmingly frequent, Lithuania had never investigated further. There were at least two reasons for it that he could think of off the top of his head: One being that Poland found it just as hard as him to balance what was still appropriate for a couple before their wedding night, and what not. The other being that, after what Poland had been through, he wouldn't want to be touched at all and just didn't say it. But... wouldn't the blond have told him so?

Maybe not. To not lose him to that, because who would want a wife or a husband that couldn't perform their conjugal duties? Lithuania could have told him that that wasn't important to him. He could not deny that he was only a man and would have liked to, but he had never needed ...that... (he still couldn't bring himself to do so much as think the word "sex" without feeling guilty) to survive before. He'd be able to go on without it. They had no need to conceive children, after all.

Squeezing the other nation's hand softly, he followed the blond boy, watching the back of his head while being dragged along. "Everything is really early here." But... He stared down at their joined hands, and his tone got more serious. "Poland?"

"For real! The fruit's so good, though, I totally hope it lasts into the summer..."

Something about the way Lithuania said his name gave him pause, and he stopped in his tracks. For some reason, he didn't really seem to want to meet his friend's eyes. "Like, what's up?"

"I - can we talk for a moment?" He listened to his own words and closed his eyes for a moment. No, that had come out wrong. "I mean... I'd like to ask you something, if it is alright." No, not right, either.

"I-I mean, if you don't want to be touched by me, you just have to say so!" Oh, dear mother of God, no, that wasn't how he had wanted to say it at all! But there was no going back now. he bit his lip and looked down at his shoes, falling quiet.

Well, that was going to be awkward no matter which way he approached it. Poland blushed bright scarlet. When had he given Lithuania that idea? Maybe he'd been avoiding touches lately, but that didn't mean... Stupid Major.

"That... That's totally not it, Liet!" He just had to figure out how. Unfortunately (or perhaps fortunately), that wasn't how his brain worked--he just sort of kept talking until he found his place. Still blushing wildly, he bit his lip. "I totally like it when you touch me! I mean, like, not like that--Okay, like that, but not too much like that, you know, nothing improper, I totally swear, and anyway--Right, but the point is, I like you touching me, I just. I, like. I don't know, Liet, that whole thing with the Major, and sometimes it's just really weird and kinda scary to be touched at all, okay?"

Well, that could have been more coherent. He fell silent, looking studiously at a patch of moss.

"I don't..." Lithuania was more of a thinker, and he fell quiet for a moment trying to form the words that he had thought up before. "I don't have to initiate contact. I can try to let you decide when you want to touch. It... I don't want you to have to remember bad things because of me."

Nervously, Poland fidgeted with Lithuania's hand. "That's like, not how I want us to be, though," he said, quietly. "I like you touching me. It... The way you treat me, it like, makes me feel special and cared about and stuff, and if you stopped... I totally don't want you to stop. It'd totally feel like maybe you didn't want me anymore, and..."

He sighed, shuffling his feet. "It's stupid. I like, shouldn't be so scared, and--And like, one of the things I love about being with you is how easy it is for us to just touch each other and not worry about that, and I don't want that taken away from us. Does that like, make sense?

"I just... Just give me space when I pull back. That's all." He didn't need to be babied.

"You're not stupid." He took Poland's hand in both of his and guided it to his face, pressing the fingers softly against the warmth of his cheek. "You are still a wonderful person, my best friend and more, and you are not stupid." He still feels guilty about what happened, about what he wasn't able to stop, but he won't go on about that now. It's his problem now, not Poland's... his apologies won't help make things right again. Nothing will.

"All I want is to make you feel safe."

Brushing his thumb softly over the other nation's cheek, Poland managed a smile. This conversation was too serious for him, and he wanted to find some way to just... not have it.

"You do, for sure," he assured his friend. "So, like, how about those berries that totally aren't going to pick themselves?"

He wanted to be comforted, to be reassured himself, but he didn't want to admit it, didn't want to talk about it, didn't want to focus on it for fear of what he might say if things stayed serious--I'm not sure how safe I can feel anymore, and that's not your fault, and of course I'm stupid, I went away with him alone and I have no one to blame but myself and I'm scared--He kept his smile up by sheer force of will. Lithuania liked him. Respected him. He wasn't going to risk that by showing how afraid what happened made him.

Lithuania leaned into the touch lightly without even noticing it himself. "It's because you are important to me." And for once, he didn't react at all to Poland's attempt to change the subject. This was something that he wanted his friend to understand first. "Nothing could change that. Nothing." He liked Poland's happiness and strength, but he would still have loved him if that had been damaged. Nothing could bring Poland down forever, he just knew that.

Poland's smile faltered. He'd hoped to distract Lithuania--he was good at distracting him, or at least good at making him pretend to be distracted, which was almost as good in most circumstances. If he couldn't distract him, that meant having to face a serious conversation that he wasn't sure he was ready for--he'd never been good at serious...

"I totally know, Liet," he said, stumbling slightly in his search for a way to respond to that. "I... I like, trust you, okay? And nothing's gonna change that. So it's cool. I like, want to be close to you, and I'm not gonna let what happened come between us."

Even it was scary, and he didn't know how to keep that promise. He'd deal. Somehow.

"I want to help you with it." He laid one hand gently over Polands, looking directly at him now. "I don't know if I really can, and how to do it, but I want to help. Please... please let me." It wasn't easy for Poland to have this conversation, nor was it easy for him, but he felt that it needed to come one day, and now was as good as any other time.

His fingers curling against Lithuania's cheek, Poland kept his eyes averted. "Liet..." He shifted, clearly uncomfortable. "How? I... I like, wanna feel clean again, and I want to not be scared, but I totally don't know what to do, either!"

"We'll find a way." He raised one hand to mirror Poland's, trying to provide comfort despite the helplessness that he felt. "Would it help if we found a priest that you could talk to, or would that make it worse?" There still was that one strange priest from the future... if he was still there, that was.

He had helped Lithuania before.

Instinctively, Poland leaned into the touch of Lithuania's hand. Right now, he found it safe and soothing, but at any minute... this was all too confusing. He liked Liet, more than anything, and he wanted to be with him; other things shouldn't matter, but they did, and that frustrated him.

"I like, already talked to an angel about it," he muttered. "And God already knows, so like, does anyone else have to?" What the Major had put him through was humiliating. Needed to be hidden. He'd resist the idea of telling anyone who didn't know already.

"Maybe we can work on it, somehow. Just us two, and maybe we can ask Elaine for help, too, if she already knows..." He held perfectly still, only looking at Poland. "M-maybe... If you replaced them with other memories?" His cheeks heated up and but he managed to not look away. "If we take baby steps, and you can trust me and are always in complete control of the situation..." He had put a lot of thought into it. And the suggestion certainly hadn't come to him easily. What he said was highly inappropriate at this point. They were married, but ...not married married.

Yet, if it helped, Lithuania was determined to try anything he could.

Again, Poland's cheeks flared red, warming under Lithuania's fingertips. He looked away, in deference to the giant butterflies in his stomach. "Seriously?" he blurted, then tried to think of something else to say.

Something other than awkward stammering. Come on, he could do this... "I... I like, told you I can trust you. It still gets weird. Do... Do you like, really think it'd help?" He still wasn't sure how he felt about doing something as radical as kissing. He'd done it once with Wolfram, during that event, and it had been overwhelming and a little scary and really just sort of wrong... Would it be like that with Liet?

"I don't know." He hung his head slightly, cheeks seemingly wanting to challenge Poland's. "I wished I could answer that question with yes, but... it is only a guess. A-an idea. But I don't know anything else."

He knew that he wanted to be with Poland in a way that a man should not be with a man now. It was hard to digure out how Poland felt about it; Sure, he had been the one to be in love with him long before Lithuania himself had noticed anything, but...

"A-and I know nothing about any of it." When he had been much younger, he had sometimes watched adults kissing each other, in a time before he had learned that staring was bad.

His stomach did a little twisty thing. This conversation was out of his control, and he wanted control back again... He draped his arms around the taller nation's neck, still blushing as he drew closer.

"Well," he said decisively, "I mean, I've totally kissed before. Once." And it had been confusing and strange and somehow off, but that wasn't the point! "So that like, means I know more about it than you, so I'm in charge, okay?"

Frankly, he had no idea what he was doing, or if he was going to do anything at all, but he was trying to feel less... dragged around by the course of the conversation. So maybe if he put himself in charge and took action, he'd feel more secure. It usually worked, for him.

Lithuania smiled, relieved, and nodded. This was more like the Poland that he wanted his friend to be. Sure, it wasn't perfect, but... it felt more natural than the smiles that the other nation had shown him before. "I'll try to learn from you, then."

He didn't stiffen, but didn't move, either, trying to be as passive as he could without it having a repelling effect. He wanted to help.

And at the same time, this made him feel much bette,r much safer. As much as he hated being dragged around on the other nation's whims sometimes, having to push conversations here and there all the time was unexpectedly hard. He probably was thinking too much about everything to do that well.

Poland hesitated. He still wasn't sure about what... what he and Wolfram had done, but there had to be an easier way to start it, right? Something simpler and cleaner, less... tongue-y. Something he could totally get.

Deciding to just ignore the wild pounding of his heart, he closed his eyes and leaned up to brush his lips against Lithuania's. It was soft and gentle and chaste, and he sort of missed and kissed his chin and had to try again before he got the right spot, but it was totally a start, right? And it wasn't scary. This was something he could do. Pulling away after a moment, he glanced up at Lithuania to see how it had been received.

Lithunia had closed as well when he saw that Poland did it and not yet happened them again. A happy little smile was on his lips. It didn't vanish when he realized that Poland was done for now and opened his eyes to look down at his friend.

He could have commented on the first try, but that would have made the situation unecessarily awkward. Instead, he reached up to brush his fingertips over his lips, where Poland's had touched them. The sensation was a completely different one, not only because the skin of Poland's lips had been so much softer. Also because... it had been Poland, he guessed.

Quirking his head to the side, Poland considered. He'd been expecting something earth-shattering, and it had been, in a way, but it sort of hadn't been, either. The warmth of Lithuania's lips, and the way the whole world seemed to pale in comparison to him when he smiled... his heart was beating like he'd just fought a battle, and his knees felt weak, and something seemed right that hadn't quite, before. But it had been calm, too. Safe, and natural, so much that it seemed silly to be as excited over it as he was...

But it was really nice. Really, really nice. And that feeling of wrongness that there had been with Wolfram, it just... wasn't there.

Coming to a decision, Poland brushed Lithuania's hand away from his lips, leaned up, and closed his lips over his again. This time, he wasn't quite so quick to pull away.

With Poland seeming much more at ease with the situation than before and Lithuania himself knowing what he had to expect, the younger nation felt that he could stop worrying, and nearly managed to do so. As much as possible to him. But how could he worry when the blond's warm form was leaning against him while those soft, so soft lips were pressed to his. He would never have thought that a simple contact of skin against skin could make him feel so very light headed.

Before, he had had planned things out, at least most of it. Had pledged to himself that he would not initiate any contact through all of this, because no matter how good everything seemed to be going... He knew how sudden Poland's flashback to what had happened could pop up.

Yet, with Poland and his lips and Poland and happiness seeming to fill every cell of his body... All plans were gone, and without the nation noticing it himself, his hands had come to gently rest at Poland's hips, and then started to slip around the smaller nation's waist to hug him closer.

Perhaps it was for the best, because Poland didn't seem to mind the change in plans at all. To the contrary, the feeling of Liet's arms around his waist wasn't surprising, and made him feel warm and secure. It gave him confidence, and he relaxed into the embrace, running his fingers gently through the other nation's hair.

Somehow, he thought, Lithuania's hair seemed softer than it ever had, and he wished he could just soak the feeling of it into his fingertips. He half-imagined he could feel the waves of it in his hand... His lips were soft, too, soft like the way he always smiled at him, and Poland felt himself smiling against them at that thought.

He wanted to tell Lithuania about all the warm, dizzy thoughts he was having, and opened his mouth to do just that... forgetting that his lips were still pressed firmly against Liet's. The resulting sensation as his lips moved against his friend's made him gasp quietly in surprise, but instead of pushing Liet away, he pulled him closer.

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It was strange, Lithuania thought. While they had never technically been only friends, married since the moment they met, he would never have thought that this could happen. Their marriage had been political and only that; a stronger form of an alliance, nothing more. They were both male, it should be wrong... and yet it felt very, very right.

He might be able to remain like this forever, holding the other nation close, feeling his fingers in his hair, his lips against his own. The tickling of their movement made him laugh, though it came out as not much more than a sound in the back of his throat.

His heart fluttered at that sound, like tiny, frantic wings. For a moment, he went still. He had an idea of what he might do now--nothing so obscene as the way Wolfram had kissed him, but... still maybe a little indecorous.

Well, it wasn't as though he wasn't being scandalously bold already. He might as well try it. Hesitantly, experimentally, he moved his lips again, shivering a little at the slight friction as he did.

Lithuania tilted his head a bit to the side at the change, pulling away enough to speak after a moment. It would have been really ungraceful to do that while his mouth wasn't free.

"Don't try to eat me." And then he laughed, happily, raising one hand to comb the other nation's hair back out of his face. "I'm sure the berries taste much better.

Instantly, Poland felt embarrassed and shy again, though it seemed like Liet was happy and he certainly wasn't rejecting him or anything. "I totally wasn't going to," he mumbled, sure that he was blushing so hard his ears would turn pink. "Even though you taste pretty good. I mean, like. Um..."

Okay, having his face this close to Liet's face when he was blushing was not helping him feel less awkward. He ducked his head down, nuzzling against the curve of his neck instead so Liet couldn't see him blush. "Anyway, you'd like, be way too filling for a snack, and seriously ruin my appetite for dinner!"

Running one hand through Poland's hair, still holding him close with the other, It was very clear that he hadn't rejected his friend at all. Boyfriend, a part of his mind supplied. He should call him that. But... really? Should he? Or fiance? Or husband? Or...

Talking about nonesense was far easier than talking about those things right now, and less embarrassing.

"I'm sure you would be very fit for dessert, you're definitely sweet enough."

It still amazed Poland from time to time how nice it felt to just be held by Liet, especially now that their feelings were out in the open. Before, Liet had held him often, and it had driven him crazy to have to constantly remind himself that they were just friends. Now, it was different. Better. The arm wrapped around him was solid, firm, secure, and that made him feel safe; being so close to Liet made him feel wanted, like he had a place, a home, even here where he had no soil of his own; the light touch of fingers in his hair was affectionate, made him feel loved and cared for. And all that without the conflicting, confusing feeling that it didn't really mean what he wanted it to... He smiled, hugging Liet just a little bit closer.

"Well, I've totally been eating a lot of berries. Maybe I taste like those?"

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"But you've been eating a lot of other things too." He suddenly had to laugh as he continued that train of thought. "That would mean that Teutonic must taste like mud back home, his face has been down there often enough as of lately to have eaten some."

Carefully, to not have them stumble and fall uncontrolled, he pulled Poland down to sit on the soft moss that covered the ground of the forest. There were some berries nearby that they could reach leaning over while sitting, and right now he was content talking and cuddling. Here, picking berries wasn't as important as it was back home, simply because they could get all the food that they wanted from the kitchen.

Poland made a surprised little noise as Liet pulled him down, but didn't object at all to getting sidetracked. He'd suggested the trip to get Liet to stop working and chill for a while, and anyway, Poland was like, the King of Not Doing His Work. They should like, make him a crown for that, because he had it totally owned.

"We can like, add that to the long list of reasons that kissing Teutonic would be seriously grody to the max," he laughed, settling down with his head on his shoulder. His skirt had come up over one ankle as he sat down, almost halfway up his calf... so he kicked at it lazily, trying to fix it without having to let go of Liet.

"Plus he probably wouldn't stop shouting for that, so you'd have to gag him before to protect your ears." He sighed in mock exasperation and placed a soft kiss on Poland's forehead before letting himself fall to lie on his back. "I'd definitely prefer you to any of that."

"And that would just make it totally inconvenient," Poland mused, draping an arm loosely over Lithuania's chest. "And gawd, you'd better. I'm like, way cuter than him!"

"You have much nicer hair, too." He ran a hand through it. "And your smile is nice, and your eyes aren't that of a demon, and the person that I love is you." He made a face, half for show, half for real. "Certainly not him."

Poland felt his face warm at the sudden flurry of compliments. He made a small, surprised sound of not-really-protest, curling up closer to Liet in mild embarrassment at the flattery.

"Ohmigod, Liet," he mumbled, trying to hide the blush on his face and the silly grin that he just couldn't shake, "If 'your eyes aren't those of a demon' passes for a compliment at your place, we're like, for realsies gonna have to work on that..."

"It's true." He couldn't stop chuckling and reached up to run a thumb over the side of Poland's face, near his eyes. "Have you ever looked at his? They look red in the sunshine. And you're are of a much more natural and warmer color."

Somehow, he liked seeing Poland like this. He should try to make him flustered more often.

Still pink in the face, Poland couldn't help leaning into Lithuania's touch lightly. "Yeah, I like, got a good look at them when he was all gloating about how he'd won or whatever. They're freaky in a big way."

He began fussing idly with the collar of Lithuania's shirt. "Mine are kinda like yours, though. The color, I mean... I guess yours are darker. They're super pretty..."

He shivered slightly at the light touch when Poland's fingers brushed over his skin by accident., unable to tell why - he was neither cold, nor scared, nor anything else, he felt really warm and happy and content in Poland's arms... "They are? I've never paid much attention to them, I've been told that they are green, though..." He continued caressing the soft skin between Poland's ear and cheekbones with hsi fingers. "They told me it's like the sea, but yours are more like green frields on a summer's day."

The sunlight and shadows shifted, dancing, in the light breeze, but somehow, Poland's face seemed to have ended up in a patch of sun without shadow. Maybe, he thought hopefully, if Lithuania could feel how warm his face was, he'd blame it on the sun.

"Like the sea..." Poland closed his eyes, imagined the deceptively calm blue-green waves of the Baltic, stretching on to the north as if they were infinite. Smiling, he nodded against Lithuania's neck. "Yeah. That's totally what yours are like... They're gorgeous, no lie! You should like, check them out in one of the mirrors sometime, for real."

It seemed an awful waste to him, for the mansion to have such rare and marvelous things as mirrors around and just... not use them. He'd been here for months and hadn't seen hide nor hair of a scary mirror-person, so he found all the mirror-covering to be very silly.

Now it was Lithuania's turn to blush deeply, because... while he had felt flattered before, he wasn't used to getting complimented for his looks. Strength? Sometimes. Being loyal, or other personality traits? Sure. But everything else was just plain average, he knew that. Poland, sure. He was beautiful, and well dressed, and his hair was shiny and his face was about as aristocratic as it got without becoming arrogant. Or what Lithuania imagined to be aristocratic, anyway.

"You really think so?"

Knowing that he had no remarkable features, he had never really paid attention to himself. Maybe he really should make good use of the mirrors.

Poland sat up halfway, to look down at Lithuania, and decided that he liked what he saw. "Totally," he murmured, his voice quiet and intimate as he reached down to touch Lithuania's cheek. "And like, that shade of red is so you."

Briefly, he wondered why Lithuania was blushing... but if he felt about Poland the way Poland felt about him, then it made sense. Did he get the same warm, pleased feeling in his heart that Poland did when Liet praised him? Somehow, it hadn't occurred to him before. He hadn't noticed him acting like this... then again, maybe he just didn't compliment him very often. Which was weird--he totally did, right? He thought nice things about him all the time!

"Your hair's way pretty, too," he added, brushing his fingers through it thoughtfully. "I mean, duh, why do you think I play with it all the time? And..." He blushed, biting his lip a little, before summoning the courage to continue. "A-And you're like, handsome, too! You have a really kind face. Like, really soft eyes, and a great smile and stuff." Sure, Liet wasn't showy or anything, but in his understated, kind of peasant-y way, Poland thought he was still just about the most beautiful thing he had ever laid eyes on.

Well, he thought them. And lithuania was no mind reader. He could, however, hear the other nation just fine, and what he heard was ...was just a bit much at once. For a moment, he wondered if his head would explode from all the heat and praise, and then he could only laugh insecurely.

"Are you sure?" Why was the little rose on Poland's shirt this interesting all of a sudden? "But I don't look special at all, and my hair has a really plain color, even if it is darker than it should be... And I only wear fancy clothes when you make me, and there isn't anything to really emphasize..."

"I totally mean it," he insisted, still combing his fingers through Lithuania's hair. "I mean, okay, you're handsome in a really... normal kind of way, but you're still cute to the absolute max in that normal way, and does that like, even make any sense at all?

"W-What I'm saying is..." Oh, Mother of God, why was it so hard to talk all of a sudden? It was as embarrassing as talking to a stranger! Maybe this was why he didn't pay him compliments more often. It was hard work! "What I'm saying is that like, you're special to me, a-and I think even if you don't stand out in a crowd, exactly, you don't need to stand out to be totally, mind-blowingly, ohmigod gorgeous. You... You could like, dress like a peasant and be all gross and dirty, and I wouldn't think you were any less handsome."

He paused, then added, "But, I mean, it's nice when you dress up, too, for sure! And also, I like your hair. It's all wavy and thick and soft, and I think the color's nice. So there."

Edited 2010-06-03 09:18 (UTC)

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