Cat and Mouse [SEQUEL TO FRAGILE MINDS]

Data Entry 15

"Ehhhhh? So much happened on your first day back?" Blavat nearly dropped his ice cream cone. He'd gotten a soft-serve swirl, as one does when they like pretty designs. Victoria and Vincent had given him the bare minimum of information. They didn't want him to fuck anything up, to put it delicately. So his memories were altered to align with Adrian's false ones. 

"It was all terribly overwhelming," Adrian sighed, sinking further into the park bench. He'd just gotten a small bowl of ice cream, so it was already gone. Blavat's was melting, however, and he was struggling to keep up with the rate of melt. He licked his hands, frowned, and had to lick them again. 

"How does anyone manage to do this?" Blavat huffed. 

Adrian leaned over and took a bite off of the top. Blavat frowned. "Hey!" 

"You were taking too long anyway," Adrian smiled. 

"But it's my ice cream!" He huffed. 

"Then take it back," Adrian snickered. 

Blavat leaned forward and licked Adrian's lips. There was ice cream on them anyway and Blavat was a bit of an airhead. He didn't realize what he did until after he did it. And then he dropped the ice cream altogether because he was embarrassed by what he did. Adrian stared down at his shirt. The chocolate part was going to stain, wasn't it? He sighed. He'd have to wash this pretty immediately. 

"I'm so sorry!" Blavat apologized, even though he was still quite flustered. 

"I'll have to head back pretty quickly to wash this," Adrian shivered. Ice cream is...well...ice cold. 

Internally, Vincent was about ready to murder Blavat. How dare he take advantage of this whole boyfriend scenario? What a clever personality for being such an idiot. Of course, Blavat didn't consciously realize it himself but he'd just gotten himself an invitation to Adrian's apartment. Which...had a quite scandalous implication. Knowing these two, they probably didn't get very far in their 'relationship' because they are two hopeless innocent fools. But that didn't mean it wouldn't change in the future. Vincent was only getting more and more pissed off the longer he thought about it. 

The two walked hand in hand back to Adrian's place. It was considerably cleaner compared to the last time. No signs of the hacking life anywhere. Prim and proper. Looked more like a place Vincent would be living in. 

"I'll wash your shirt for you!" Blavat insisted, stripping Adrian of his shirt. Too flustered to do anything, Adrian just allowed it to happen, but he tripped over his feet and the two fell to the ground. Blavat's clothes were now covered in ice cream as well. This would be a problem...because...well...Vincent's body is Vincent's body and if Adrian suggested a shower the wig-and the makeup- ugh...why did you have to go and be a dumbass Blavat?! 

Victoria, not concerned at all with the situation, was happily watching and thoroughly amused. 

"I'm sorry!" 

"It's fine, really, just, get off of me please?" Adrian blushed. His glasses sliding off of his face. 

"I need your shirt first..." Blavat sat up and on top of Adrain, continuing to strip him of his shirt. The ice cream on his own shirt was mostly vanilla. And since this shirt was mostly for flair and less for clothing...it stuck in such a way that it looked like something entirely different from 'ice cream'.

Adrian closed his eyes until he felt Blavat get off of him. Blavat wandered into the bathroom and started cleaning the shirt in the tub. Adrian followed. "Shouldn't you take off your own shirt too?" 

"Oh, don't worry about that," Blavat smiled over his shoulder. "This thing was cheap. Not nearly as pricey as your work clothes." 

"Still..." Adrian looked away apologetically. "I feel bad." 

"Then," Blavat glanced away as his cheeks turned a slight pink. "I'll forgive you if you kiss me?" he muttered. 

"What?" 

"N-nothing! Forget about it!" Blavat laughed awkwardly and went back to cleaning the shirt. 

"I would kiss you any time you asked," Adrian grabbed Blavat's chin and tilted his face up toward him. He leaned down from behind to give a nice spider-man style kiss. You know the one. His long hair tickled Blavat's neck from the force of gravity. Funny how that works. 

Vincent, thoroughly disgusted by the pureness of this chaotic relationship, decided he would only half-watch from this point forward. He may or may not be having second thoughts considering this was definitely more healthy than whatever he and Adrian had...but...he was ignoring those said thoughts. 

Meanwhile, Adrian, finding this kiss to be sort of strange, took a step back. "I'm going to go find another shit," he said as his excuse. Was he always the one initiating things like that? It felt odd. He hadn't had a real relationship in his entire life...but he never expected to have the more dominant role in one. Was he secretly a switch? He shook his head and stopped thinking about it. Thinking about it meant he would have to think about sexual preferences. And that would lead to a whole bunch of thoughts about Blavat he wasn't prepared for right now. He also didn't want to admit to himself how kinky he might be...

His mind drifted to Vincent as he searched for a shirt to wear. Vincent? Hm. He seemed like the type that would be a walking time bomb. He was kind of scary and they'd only had one interaction. Why was he thinking about him anyway? More importantly, why are you smirking? A voice spoke to him, not that he realized who was speaking, and he reached up to touch his face. Sure enough, a smirk? But all he was thinking about was Vincent being a time bomb...why was he smirking? 

"Maybe I should stay away from him," Adrian sighed. 

"Stay away from who?" Blavat asked. Adrian jumped. 

"The guy that walked into my office. Remember? He was kind of scary now that I think about it..." Adrian confessed. 

"It's unlike you to walk away from a fight," Blavat held out the shirt. "I got most of it out. Do you think it'll be okay?" 

"We'll see after it dries..." Adrian took the shirt and then realized Blavat was half-naked. He blushed and took a step back. Then he realized... "Your height..." 

Blavat blinked. "What about my height?" 

"Oh, nothing, it's nothing," Adrian laughed it off. Your height is about the same as Vincent's. Your hair is just poofy enough to give you a few more inches. Why was he going to say that? 

"Does it bother you? That I'm a little shorter than average?" Blavat looked at the ground, defeated. "I've never really taken off my shoes before around you so..." That felt wrong. Didn't they have an interaction like this before? Adrian couldn't remember when or why. He tried not to think about it too much. 

"No! It doesn't bother me! Why would that bother me?" Adrian grabbed Blavat's shoulders. They were surprisingly small and delicate. Kind of like a woman's. A woman? Adrian instantly thought of Victoria and his entire body tensed. He felt as if he was going to throw up. 

"Are you okay?" Blavat panicked. He patted Adrian lightly on the back as he held his mouth. 

"I'm sorry," Adrian apologized. "I've just been exposed to a lot of memories in one day. I haven't properly gotten over that experience..." 

"Do you want me to go?" Blavat asked, concerned. 

Adrian clung to Blavat and started shaking. "Please don't go," his voice a bit more desperate than usual. That was strange. Why was he reacting so intensely?

"Okay, I won't, what do you want me to do?" 

"Let's just...stay like this for a while...please..."