[That was his response to the comment (heavily implying that yes, yes he does know that) up until Jack sneaks in that little flick with his staff. He does in fact get away with it! It thunks against Zelos' head as he stumbles a bit out of his laughter and from picking up his pants, as well, and a free hand immediately moves to cover the spot while he whines in exaggeration.]
Hey, hey, hey, come on, that hurt! [Doesn't he face physical abuse enough!! It's not as if his words call for it or anything, no not at all.
But he's at sort of a loss here. Playing around like this is easy. He can joke and laugh off being hit and keep picking up his clothes, but from here, what are they doing? He's let his thoughts fall back into how he's bad for Jack, that this isn't good no matter what he may want, and at the same time this isn't something that seems so appealing to address immediately regardless. Not seriously in this way. Not... directly.
Ugh! He doesn't usually have to deal with this wave of emotion after something he usually considers so impersonal. It wasn't this time, was it?]
I was just saying what I felt like! Don't get all embarrassed now. [He winds down in this way, laughing lightly (but noticeably fainter than usual) as he trails off, eyes moving aside to the wall instead of Jack now as he thinks of how to word this.]
You're not going to run away, are you?
[And it comes out so hideously-- horribly enough that he almost winces. But he doesn't. He just rattles it off like a joke with the rest of it, gives the bandages on his arm a small look-over while he's at it, and tries not to let himself think on how that came out a little too honestly from his thoughts.]
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[That was his response to the comment (heavily implying that yes, yes he does know that) up until Jack sneaks in that little flick with his staff. He does in fact get away with it! It thunks against Zelos' head as he stumbles a bit out of his laughter and from picking up his pants, as well, and a free hand immediately moves to cover the spot while he whines in exaggeration.]
Hey, hey, hey, come on, that hurt! [Doesn't he face physical abuse enough!! It's not as if his words call for it or anything, no not at all.
But he's at sort of a loss here. Playing around like this is easy. He can joke and laugh off being hit and keep picking up his clothes, but from here, what are they doing? He's let his thoughts fall back into how he's bad for Jack, that this isn't good no matter what he may want, and at the same time this isn't something that seems so appealing to address immediately regardless. Not seriously in this way. Not... directly.
Ugh! He doesn't usually have to deal with this wave of emotion after something he usually considers so impersonal. It wasn't this time, was it?]
I was just saying what I felt like! Don't get all embarrassed now. [He winds down in this way, laughing lightly (but noticeably fainter than usual) as he trails off, eyes moving aside to the wall instead of Jack now as he thinks of how to word this.]
You're not going to run away, are you?
[And it comes out so hideously-- horribly enough that he almost winces. But he doesn't. He just rattles it off like a joke with the rest of it, gives the bandages on his arm a small look-over while he's at it, and tries not to let himself think on how that came out a little too honestly from his thoughts.]