Confessions, karts and a pinch of awkward [KYRIE]

[Kyrie Vyler]

Mammon looked agast that his threat went unheard, the feline turned around so that he faced the boy as he lay back down. Besides the espeon's seething anger, his trainer was rather unemotional. Her face looked like a dolls as she just stared down at the screen, playing through the two laps. She jumped when the silence got broken, her head turning to look at him but stopped midway and returned to the screen. "I... don't know." There was a long pause, "I think of you as a friend. One of few. I don't know past that." She tried her best to clarify what she saying, add more onto it but failed miserably. She was just starting to find friends, getting a crush just seemed way to fast for her. Sure some people online would ask her out but those people she had never even met. She'd include some of the play dates she had gone to when she was younger but she was five and under.

She couldn't name all the emotions that twirled around in her stomach. Anxiety, curiosity, fear, and a turmoil of other ones. There were so many that they all felt like they canceled each other out, leaving her feeling oddly cold. Cold with an adrenaline rush.

[Oleg Kirrlov]

"Then we shall go like that. Friends, with the possibility to go further if both parties agree. No hurry, and honestly, no need to agree." He then returned to playing, cursing to himself as a shell hit him, forcing him down to the second as the finish line was reached. "Dammit." He bit his lip, grunting. He then simply closed the game, moving to something else. "You can leave if you want to. I just wanted to do that confession, clarify that we can go on as friends, and to play a few rounds of cleffairy kart, this time with no interruptions."

He then moved his gaze to the sunset, tapping his fingers against the screen as he did so, starting another game, this time the first one he played with Kyrie, the exploration dungeon game. He whistled slightly as the main tune popped on, moving to continue where he had left off.

[Kyrie Vyler]

She didn't know when she had begun holding her breath as he responded. But she felt herself breath again knowing that he wouldn't hold it against her for not giving him a straight 'yes or no'. She had just been able to make friends even though she was not a friend-making person, so she was glad that the confession hadn't ruined anything. It might get awkward later, much awkward... Oh what was she kidding, of course it was going to be really freakin' awkward after that but for now the girl was content with relaxing herself. The bomb went off and little was damaged, that's how she thought of it. She did manage a chuckle when his cart got smashed into by a shell, finishing up the race when he closed out of his. Kyrie followed his lead in closing her PGS, staring out into the sunset instead of picking a new game. She listened to him as he whistled the theme of his next game, the first game that they played together.

Kyrie stayed like that for a while, listening while she leaned against Pythius. Her game sat on Mammon as he curled up in her lap, still evil eyeing Oleg. Then the girl got to her feet, "Okay. I'll head back to the dorm now." One hand brushed off her uniform while Pythius and Mammon got their feet. She pocketed her handheld before hopping onto Pythius' back, "Bye bye." With that the zoroark began to walk away, Mammon choosing to walk this time trotted at the giant fox's side.

[Oleg Kirrlov]

"See ya later. Next time I'll beat ya." He chuckled, waving goodbye to her, smiling to himself as he stared into the sunset. That went better than he expected. He got the confession out, they left this as friends, and nothing was broken. All in all, he was mildly successful. Sure, she did not respond to said feelings, but time will tell if she ever would in the future.

He then sat there for a few hours, pondering about things before releasing Rinnie, the altaria letting out a coo as Oleg climbed up onto the surprisingly strong bird, flying back towards the bolt dorm.