tell me that you love me even if it's fake | open + relapse

[Cosmic]

I had no clue about Bast's past, and therefore no idea that he was relapsing. I listened to him closely though, talking about great writers and philosophers from years past, and to be honest I was enjoying it. I gave a nod every now and then to show I had been listening.

When he took my hand in his hand, I paused, becoming rather silent. I still listened, but the fact that our bodies were so close and touching, like our knees and hands... well, it was both a welcome feeling and not. Somehow a part of me knew it was wrong on so many levels, and I wanted to politely break contact but at the same time... yeah you get it.

I had asked about comparing palms since I was curious. I thought that maybe animals that became humans had different traits compared to us, but it didn't appear so. That was really nice, actually. Maybe they were just like us, like I originally thought, and humans were hypocritical jackasses.

I swear though, if Bastille began to play with my hair then we we're going to have problems. Not in a bad way, more like 'holy fuck I love this I mean stop- no, I mean don't stop- this is nice' kind of way. I was a sucker for people playing with my hair or fur.

"They sound like they didn't like each other that much. That's still really cool though." I said after a moment, tone soft and thoughtful. I decided it would be best to make sure we stayed on a different topic rather than focusing on touch. Maybe he would think I was oblivious. Maybe not. I knew that this would probably go somewhere though.

"I don't know Latin that well... Maybe you can teach me more...?" I inquired, eyes looking into his with an intense curiosity. It was always really awesome to know another language, especially Latin, because it was kick-ass. I allowed Bast to keep a hold of my hand, knowing that he was likely doing this out of curiosity for curiosity's sake. Like me and paws. And tails. And ears. Because it was all new and fascinating.

Touch was good at times. I wasn't going to argue with that. Touch was fine. I just hoped this wasn't going to go too far. Otherwise I didn't know what would happen. I really didn't want any trouble. Not when I just joined a few weeks ago and everyone was on edge. "Ovid seems like a decent dude. I'd like to read more of his work if you're up for it." Oof. Was I being flirtatious? Who knew.

I tried threading my fingers between his, but mostly subconsciously. I didn't know I was doing this. Huh. Interesting...