Our own secrets [AMANDA]

[Oleg Kirrlov]

Oleg scratched the back of his neck, blushing slightly. "I've got a thing for legs. Simple as that." He scoffed at himself. He had promised to himself to at the very least try to be chaste and in his own, twisted way, stay loyal. He had always wondered what about legs was fascinating. Maybe it was the fact that they were used for moving people around that each person's legs were different.

He found himself even more flustered by the fact that he had no way to try and strike back. He had nothing to flaunt, no high cheekbones on a feline face, no real build expect his own fat self. He scoffed a bit, folding his arms.

[Amanda Dupomme]

Another giggle escaped her lips, her legs still on prominent display. This was simply too good an opportunity to pass on, embarrassing the boy. Amanda liked to be nice most of the time, but this was simply a good chance to be a little mean. She wiggled her feet enticingly.

''A thing for legs, you say? Now that's quite interesting, do you happen to like mine?'' she purred in a slightly sultry manner, a tone only one certain girl normally got to appreciate.

''I mean, it's certainly not the most prominent part of my physique, but I do think they are rather nice, all long and soft and shaven...''

She smiled. ''It's alright to admit it, I wouldn't mind~''

[Oleg Kirrlov]

Oleg sighed once more. Okay, okay. Eyes, listen to brain. Don't look. Do not look. Stop it. Bad eyes, brain's gonna tell Oleg soon. This was embarrassing for many reasons, one of them being the fact that they WERE nice legs. He took his glasses off, rubbing his face a bit as he tried to hide his blush. Okay, think straight. Focus on other parts. Like eyes. Wait, no, Oleg, stop staring at the chest. No. STOP.

His eyes darted all over the place, trying to find SOME place he was embarrassed by. He finally found one, it being his own toes.

[Amanda Dupomme]

Gracefully slipping off her chair, Amanda smiled: sauntering over to the other boy, her hips swaying with every movement. Although it was hardly her nicest outfit, the gym clothes did show some decent skin, and also general tightness around her chest, something she made sure Oleg was aware of as she leaned in close, pushing her chest right near his face.

''Tsk, tsk...'' she pouted, idly placing a finger under the boys chin, forcing it to slowly look up past her chest to her face. ''It really is impolite to stay silent when a lady asks you a question, much more so when you should be complimenting her~''

[Oleg Kirrlov]

Crap. Crap. Crap. He bit his lip a bit. It WAS pretty nice, but also uncomfortable. Thank Arceus he was wearing loose pants. He then pondered for a moment with a frustrated look on his face. She was teasing him, he knew that much, but how could he shoot back? If he would try and shoot back with some insults, he was pretty sure he would just lose soon enough. So he decided to do a new strategy.

"Well. I will be honest, they are fine legs. Lean, yes, rather fit. Seem soft. Eh, rather nice skin color hue to follow them as well. If we go over the rest, I would say an impressive chest, facial structure with high cheekbones. Moving over to eyes, a rather nice eye color that I cannot really divide between golden and amber."

Well. That was a mouthful, and Oleg deep down hated himself for saying that much, but might as well try to fluster her with compliments. Most of that was true anyways.

[Amanda Dupomme]

Amanda furrowed her brow, trying to get a read on the young boy. She hadn't quite expected him to respond in that way, his body language seemed to indicate being somewhat uncomfortable. Perhaps, she simply needed to prod him just a bit more.

''What thank you!'' she purred in his ear, stroking his cheek in an exaggeratedly affectionate matter. ''Although, I'm certain such a fan of poetry such as yourself can do a bit better than that, a sonnet to describe me, perhaps? After all, it is seldom a young man gets a pretty girl like me so close to him, why...'' She leaned closer to emphasize her point: ''You are close enough to touch, even. Now be honest, would you, if you could. Really, why don't you?~''

He had likely tried to fluster her with the compliments earlier, but Amanda wasn't about to fall for something like that. She knew she looked good, plenty of people told her that, indeed: a lady had a duty to look her best all the time. With a very small list of exceptions, that wasn't going to get under her skin. If anything, she could get him embarrassed enough to run with what she had already said.

[Oleg Kirrlov]

Fucking hell. She had checked his bluff and then went all in. He was not sure on why he was using poker terms, but it was surprisingly fitting. He felt increasingly uncomfortable. He was offered the chance. She was luring him in, and he did get this constant knocking in the back of his head telling him nobody would know. He bit his lip, his hands moving... Only for them to fall as he got an idea.

"For such a fine lady you sure do enjoy flaunting yourself. Even more so considering you're close to Seria. Maybe I should tell her you have these tendencies." He might have gotten the high ground. He was begging for it.

[Amanda Dupomme]

Smiling playfully, Amanda stood back properly, crossing her arms in such a way as to emphasize her chest. ''A lady should look gorgeous, and be very much aware of it.'' she responded playfully. ''Certainly, it would be remiss of me to not allow you to look, although I admire your self-control to not touch.''

Sauntering back to her desk, Amanda winked at Oleg as she sat back down, posing her legs in a rather appealing way. Although she had enough with that particular line of play, she figured it would be more fun in the long-run to beat her high-score on Golbatman 2. Either way, his threat was hardly a threat at that.

''Admit it...'' she giggled. ''You'd kill to be with a girl half as attractive as me or Seria, and just the fact that you are right now probably imagining me and her curled up and having fun in our dorms, has you all bothered.''

[Oleg Kirrlov]

At the very least she backed off. Still flaunting herself, but he could do just fine with eyeing from a distance. He awkwardly looked around as he considered her words a bit. Now that she did say that, it was-- Focus. No thoughts on that, he could use his computer if he needed something like that. It did have his jimmies rustled, but he sighed sadly. Hell, he did actually get sad.

She had hit a bad spot. It was not really about the attractive part, no. It was the "with a girl" part. He did kinda want someone. Maybe Kyrie, maybe someone else when the time would come. Maybe even a guy. He simply took his glasses off of the table and put them back on, just rubbing his face for a while.

[Amanda Dupomme]

A tired sigh, Amanda turned her attention fully to the game once more. Buttoning away as she took Golbatman on a small adventure through the City of Botham, on a crime-fighting mission alongside his partner Fletchling to end the tyranny of The Mime, Poison Snivy, and Killer Croconaw. Certainly it was a silly little game, but she found it mindlessly entertaining in it's own way. Yet, as she kept playing, she noticed the small clock in the corner of her screen. At some point during all that, it had gotten quite late!

''Well then...'' she mused, ''I'd better be going then, I have to get to sleep for tomorrow!'' Tossing her game into her bag, Amanda smiled as she took all her things, winking playfully at Oleg. ''It was... interesting, though. Perhaps we can do this again.''

As she moved towards the door, Amanda had one last cruel thought. She went through the doorway, only to tilt her head back out for a moment. ''Who knows, maybe next time: I'll let you touch all you want, if you are good boy!~'' she giggled, as she departed for her dorm.

[Oleg Kirrlov]

And the clock ticked. And ticked. It was getting late after the girl had left. Maybe around nine PM. He wondered, he pondered. The loudspeaker came on, telling that the students should soon be leaving for their dorms and could get in trouble if seen by any staff outside of them during curfew. But he had too much to think about for the moment.

Did he deserve that was his first thought. Honestly, he got trough it pretty fast. He had gotten angry and opened himself up, which did leave him open for something like that, so it was deserved. The other things he didn't know.

He spent half a hour just resting his face in his hands before leaving.

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