[dimitri admits to his complete lack of experience immediately, leaving felix scrambling to consider a reply. lie? boast? no. he wasn't sylvain, and there was nothing to brag of, anyway. jeer? mock? also no—to what end would it treat, considering he was the same? ultimately, he decides honesty is the best policy—if he was going to treat this like a duel, then all the cards should be on the table for equal footing.]
No. [ok, but now that he says it so plainly, it sounds stupid? but he presses on, acting like this is just a footnote.] You're right, it doesn't matter. What's there to think about?
[everything, actually. his mind is racing, the further he descends into this irreversible game of kiss chicken. lips. what do you do with them, actually? do you push back when you kiss? should he? no. he should stay still. but wait, would that mean he was weak? should he kiss back? would that establish his dominance?
why was he thinking about this ridiculous chain of thoughts at all???
he points at the kettle, coughing rose petals into his elbow.]
no subject
No. [ok, but now that he says it so plainly, it sounds stupid? but he presses on, acting like this is just a footnote.] You're right, it doesn't matter. What's there to think about?
[everything, actually. his mind is racing, the further he descends into this irreversible game of kiss chicken. lips. what do you do with them, actually? do you push back when you kiss? should he? no. he should stay still. but wait, would that mean he was weak? should he kiss back? would that establish his dominance?
why was he thinking about this ridiculous chain of thoughts at all???
he points at the kettle, coughing rose petals into his elbow.]
Tea. I'm not doing anything before the tea.
[maybe the hot water would sanitize things?]