[Feliks's dress turns abruptly longer, fluffier, and swishier in the skirt as he's whirled about. He laughs even harder as they come close to toppling over, feeling close to bursting with relief, like he might just start shaking, like he might cry from the intensity of it even as he finds himself physically unable to not smile.]
[Has Fai always looked at him like that? He has, he realizes -- he just didn't let himself see it, because he was too scared he was just imagining it.]
[He can't stop touching Fai's cheeks, his lips, his hair, looking at him like everything else in the whole world has just ceased to matter whatsoever, giggling at the light little kisses.]
Well, I was scared! I mean, like, I thought you didn't want me to, and... and you're my best friend.
[No matter what else he is, he'll always be that, too.]
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[Has Fai always looked at him like that? He has, he realizes -- he just didn't let himself see it, because he was too scared he was just imagining it.]
[He can't stop touching Fai's cheeks, his lips, his hair, looking at him like everything else in the whole world has just ceased to matter whatsoever, giggling at the light little kisses.]
Well, I was scared! I mean, like, I thought you didn't want me to, and... and you're my best friend.
[No matter what else he is, he'll always be that, too.]