note to self: when given the option, nrc students like being called cool rather than adorable. i learned the hard way.
obviously i picked the adorable option (bc they all look so cute) and they were...ahem, slightly offended.
jack's like what ?? cute ?? me ???? and ofc rook is happy abt it. even RUGGIE is offended (as if he isn't the cutest of them all) and floyd's like shrugs bc it's praise.
and then i went back to pick the cool option and the difference is SENDING ME djdkdjkfkf
jack's like "...really? *tail wagging*" and rook is very much still over the moon lmao, floyd is like >:DDD, and ofc ruggie is protecting himself from being asked a favor but i KNOW he liked the compliment.
Epsoide 297 and Chapter 413 in the manga make me feel so insane, just as Usopp is about to die. Sanji comes in and kicks that wolf guy's ass and declares himself the hunter. Knowing that Usopp is feeling useless to the crew again, Sanji encourages him to use his own special abilities to save the Robin.
Obi just casually placing his hand on Anis shoulder for no reason? And it wasn’t a quick *pat pat*. It was a whole lingering touch. For what? He simply wanted to! There’s no consoling happening. Just casual pre-mission chat. Neither of them bring attention to the touch at all. Like it’s so normal for them. Gonna cry.
“Je t’aime, mon soleil.” Regulus whispers to James, lying on his side so he can face James properly on the bed.
As he speaks, James can feel Regulus’ light breath tickle the tips of his cheekbones, as well as the occasional brush of their noses. He smiles at the intimacy, before whispering back, “what does that mean?”
Regulus tilts his head, as much as he can in this position, and his cheek squishes up against the pillow adorably. “Mon soleil?”
“Mhm.” James hums as he lazily threads a hand through Regulus’ curls, smiling as Regulus’ eyes flutter shut at the feeling.
Slowly, Regulus snakes his arms around James’ back and intertwines their legs together, a gesture far too intimate and direct for Regulus to be fully conscious. For a moment, James thinks he actually has fallen asleep, until the soft sound of Regulus’ voice shatters the silence around them.
“Sun.” He mumbles against the pillow, his fingers flexing into James’ shirt. “It means my sun.”