Unhealthy obsession is what this is, but in Outis's world, it's simply called adoration and devotion.
ᴏʙᴇʏ ᴍᴇ x ᴍᴀʟᴇ ᴏᴄ
𝗗𝗶𝘀𝗰𝗹𝗮𝗶𝗺𝗲𝗿:
•ᴄᴏɴᴛᴀɪɴꜱ ꜱᴇxᴜᴀʟ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ
•ɴᴏɴᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ɪᴍᴀɢᴇꜱ ᴏʀ ᴀɴɪᴍᴀᴛᴇᴅ ɢɪꜰꜱ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰɪᴄ ᴀʀᴇ ᴍɪɴᴇ.
•ᴏʙᴇʏ ᴍᴇ! ɪꜱ ᴀɴ ᴏᴛᴏᴍᴇ ᴛ...
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│Oᴜᴛɪꜱ Wʜɪᴛʟᴏᴄᴋᴾᴼⱽ│
I have managed to pick up context clues from their conversation. The taller angel was named Simeon, while the shorter angel was called Luke. Despite now knowing they have no ill intentions, I still couldn't help but feel tense as they conversed with one another (both clearly on different subjects).
My hand was twitching in anticipation at their attention. I just wanted to grab the fountain pen—that I kept in my pocket—and ram it into my neck or theirs. I am certainly not in the mood for socialising, especially with said angels.
Luke was trying to convince Simeon to make a run for it with him while I was supposedly "asleep", yet his friend seemed to be in his own world as he rambled on about his concern for my back and my similar appearance to a person named Solomon. I feel as though I've heard that name before, yet I couldn't remember where.
With a sigh that put a pause on the rambling angel's nonsense, I lifted my head to look at the two. I was right about one of them being small, seeing as though my eyes immediately came into contact with a blonde boy that had blue eyes with a yellow gradient that widened at my stare.
They both seemed to be processing my sudden "awakened" state slowly, while I was only able to feel two things: awkward and vulnerable, given that I was still sitting on the ground, not bothering to get up—I didn't really want to get up, especially not for some angels, so perhaps I shouldn't even be complaining. The tall one seemed to come back to his senses, or so I thought he did; he let out a mere "oh," which caused the small one to snap out of their daze as well, only to let out words that made me want to rip those innocent, bewildered eyes out.
"...An angel?"
Immediately after they said that, Simeon's composed face stiffened, and his hand came flying to cover their companion's mouth.
"Oh my, please pardon him. I assure you that he only meant good things, of course. It's just that he's never seen pure gold eyes like yours before, besides the angels back home. We're a bit homesick, so we couldn't help but be surprised," Simeon says calmly, yet I could tell that he was nervous and hoped I would not get aggressive for the sake of the little one, though even if I did, I knew he would be able to take me.
With that, I let out a grumble and begrudgingly pushed down my intrusive thoughts that were telling me to just slaughter them both from where they stood.
Having decided against such thoughts, I proceeded to give them a blank stare. "It's fine; just make sure you keep it on a leash; some may not be as tolerant as I am."
