[ASW]Ghost Gifts and Kisses

[François Laffont]

Being closer to Jasper, he could tell there was something more. He still got the desire and perhaps not too much mischief because the situation didn’t really call for it, but there was also something more. Whether it was because Jasper really liked him or something else, he could be absolutely sure yet but he thought the fact the boy wanted to date him made him believe it could be. He didn’t have to lie to him saying he wanted to date him if all he wanted was sex. It wouldn’t help him get Franck but at this point, it seemed pretty clear Franck wasn’t so sure about dating the guy.

His eyes left Jasper only for a moment when his brother said they didn’t understand dating. “I suppose it changes depending on who you ask but if I want to be with someone, I’m serious about it. I don’t want to share him with anyone else,” he then returned his gaze on Jasper. “You can understand that. You said yourself you wouldn’t want to see me with someone else. You want me all for yourself. I’d like the same.” It seemed a reasonable demand but of course, it was a lot easier for Franck who rarely acted on his crushes. He simply assumed they were straight until proven otherwise, something he didn’t have much the chance to see.

Still, what Jasper said after actually affected him. Not the part where he admitted he might not resist an attractive person but the whole thing before that. The worst was that he even started to think of a way to satisfy both of them. He did think of something, but it was so drastically different from what he would have normally agreed to that he could not consider it. His conscience thought he was being insane. Then again, the voice of his conscience was his mother’s and knowing how strict she was, it was no surprise. He also happened to have Frank’s voice coming over to defend the idea, but, again, it was of no surprise.

Franck sighed heavily, feeling caught in this as he couldn’t make a decision just like that. “You told me I could think about it. Can we do that and find something else to do, all three of us together?”

[Casper & Jasper Emory]

The Emory twins looked at Franck as he explained how it was different depending on the person you were trying to be with. Franck went even as far to explain how he wanted to be in a relationship, not having to share someone. That made sense, but Jasper was still making a face. He had been willing to share Franck a little bit but now Franck just wanted it to be just the two of them. Did he not realize how hard that was going to be? There were so many people that just got Jasper all worked up and he knew that he was not going to be able to help himself if someone did want to have fun with him and his brother.

If it was just someone who wanted Casper, then that was fine but how many people wanted Casper? "I guess that makes sense." Jasper did speak up, looking away from Franck now. He still felt really confused and now part of him wished he had not asked. Perhaps he should have waited to learn about dating first before asking the other boy out. Then Franck might have seen him as more mature and not some little boy. Franck liked older guys after all, that was what both the brother believed and were going to keep believing until Franck said otherwise. They were not going to forget that he had said the gym teacher's name over theirs. Not that they were mad about it anymore, but they were not going to forget about it.

Jasper nodded at the question, but was leaving it to his brother to do the talking for a while now. He needed to calm down after having slightly worked up there, this time more so on the inside and not outside. "What would you like to do Franck? We don't have to do the snow ball fight or we could. Then go inside to warm up and give you our actual gift?" Casper suggested, asking it because he was not sure what Franck wanted. Things felt a little awkward now she he was trying to smooth things over the best way he could.

[François Laffont]

He knew that Jasper must be disappointed. Earlier, he made it sound like dating him was more than a possibility and now and was crushing all hope of it to happen. Truth be told, Franck doubted he could ever date Jasper. Not while he knew the boy would struggle in not taking an interest for anyone else. There was no point in complicating their relationship and making Jasper hate him in the end. Besides, the boy had been honest with him, saying that he couldn’t promise not wanting someone else so Franck had to be honest and make him understand this was not what he expected of a boyfriend. Sharing his love, even just once in a while, didn’t seem right to him. Jasper might be use to share everything since he was always with his twin brother but Franck believed certain things had to be just for yourself. It wasn’t like Franck didn’t want him to be turned on by anyone else. As an empath, he was well aware that attraction was not something you could control. Your actions however, that you could. But he didn’t feel like he should force Jasper to control his. He wouldn’t be the same then and, as he thought before, the boy would end up hating him after a while.

Franck could feel the state he put Jasper in and he frowned, sorry about it. An idea was growing in his mind but he kept shoving it away, as it was too crazy for him. But it kept coming back at him and making all of this so confusing to him. It was why he wanted to change the subject and do something else. “I’m ok with that. That’s what you came here for, right? A snowball fight?” Franck said, trying not to look at Jasper and only at his brother but his gaze keeping coming back at him. “Too bad I forgot yours. You giving me a clue, or I’ll have to see for myself later on?”

As he asked about his gift, Franck gathered some snow together to make a ball. He wasn’t sure if it was a good idea but he didn't like Jasper to be in that state because of him. He would rather have him lash out on him than this. It was almost as uncomfortable as that one time at his place. So he threw the ball at Jasper, aiming for his shoulder. “That’s for the one you gave me earlier,” he said, a tiny smile trying to make its way to his lips but ready to disappear should Jasper be angry at him now.

[Casper & Jasper Emory]

Jasper didn't really care at the moment if he made Franck feel bad or not. Well he cared, but he didn't want Franck to feel bad. It was not that big of a deal and he had told the other boy that he could give his answer later. Jasper just felt off for having asked someone out when he never did it before and didn't really understand all of these apparently hidden rules and expectations. He planned on asking his brother a lot of questions later, but understood Casper knowledge would be limited a s well. "Kind of. Sometimes we just say we are going to do something but can change our minds another moment." Casper pointed out and it was very true.

The siblings moods and desired changed pretty quickly sometimes and thus it caused problems with them and others. Not too many problems since the people the siblings involved themselves with were their toys, which they picked out because they knew sad person could tolerate them or was at least half a good sport. Franck was one of those who fell into both categories, even if things were starting to become awkward around him. It was not Franck's fault, it was just now that Jasper started to feel things a little more towards the boy and well Casper was in the mix, it just made it...difficult. "You will see for yourself later one when we head back to the rooms." Casper said as he bent over to gather up some snow.

"You also didn't have to get us anything. You already gave us a gift." Casper added as he worked on making a snowball, wanting his first want to be perfect for the start of their own little mini snowball war. Jasper was still remaining silent and standing there. At least he was until a snowball hit him, having been thrown by Franck. "Oh, it is so on." Jasper said, smiling as he quickly bent over and grab some snow. He made a snowball quick, and tossed it at Franck. On with the snow wars!

[François Laffont]

A part of Franck actually liked that Jasper was upset but since he had to deal with this emotion too, he wanted him to be happy instead. Franck was a people pleaser, it explained why he would never dare to tell someone they were such a downer for the mood but it was not always easy to be with people when their emotions were so negative. Maybe it was why he was trying to focus more on Casper right now. Things went pretty awkward but he was the less awkward of the bunch. “Yeah, I know some people like that,” he said. Well, he mostly knew one and she even happened to be a really good friend of his. Franck had more his feet on the ground, when he said he would do something, unless it really didn’t matter if he changed his mind, he normally stayed with his first idea.

The twins were probably the friends he had whose moods changed the most and at the fastest rate. Frank would go from happy to super happy, not something that was so drastically different and his other friends were more what you’d call neutral in their feelings. Nothing Franck couldn’t handle. The twins however made him feel like he was a yoyo in their hands, going from very happy and mischievous to grumpy in an instant. The fact he was sometimes the cause of said changes did nothing to help him.

“That’s good,” he said to Casper. He could see Franck gathering some snow, so he obviously could tell that he was ready to play in the snow with them. It might not be for a snowball fight however, although the fact he just hit his brother with one would make it clear. He waited there, looking at Jasper, waiting on his reaction, trying his best to read his emotions to know if it would be a friendly war or one he better hide from and fast. He didn’t seem too pissed off at him. He even smiled although Franck didn’t trust facial expressions as much as his power. He tried to duck from the snowball but laughed as it hit him anyway. Apparently, they were playing and he was glad because he preferred his twins in that mood.

Franck mostly tossed balls at Jasper, sometimes hiding behind Casper but the brother was not really in his team as there wasn’t any. If there was one, he was too busy trying to dodge balls while throwing his to really notice. He was making sure to stay away from the main group of students playing because he didn’t want to get caught in their war. He had one and it was with the twins. After a while, he lifted his arms in the air to wave them above his head once or twice before lowering them as he tried to catch up his breath. He was in good shape but he had no idea how long they had been going at it. “I surrender,” he said, panting lightly.

[Casper & Jasper Emory]

The snowball fight was fun, not that it could have been called a war since it was between three people, but it was fun all the same. The brother even made sure to not use their powers while playing with Franck, at least they didn't use their powers when throwing the snowball but they might have used it a little to help them dodge a hit or to pick up more snow. There were no teams; it was every man for himself for it to be fair. Granted that Jasper was mainly throwing balls at Franck and Casper was making it full circle by tossing them at the two of them.

On the outside it might have looked like one of them was the third wheel but they always managed to make it work out. The twins understood that it was hard to do thing in an odd number and thus always figured out how to make something work for them and another person and if they could not they were perfectly fine letting the other have their fun. They could be apart, they could do things separately, they just choose not to more often than not. Plus when you power was tied into your twins, you tended to just want to stay together. That and well each other was all they had for years.

They lost track of time in their fun but soon Franck was waving his hands in the air and saying that he surrendered. Casper and Jasper took the moment to get a quick puff from their inhalers as they moved over closer to the boy, grinning. "Aw, come now Franck. We were ready for round two." Jasper teased and then sneezed. Casper chuckled at the sound of the sneeze, unbuttoning his jacket because he was hot and had worked up a sweat from all that running around. "I think it’s time we head in, change, and give Franck our gift." Casper pointed out to his brother who nodded in agreement.

The siblings then both held one of their hands out to Franck. The right way for them to walk on either side of him so they could head back. "Ready, Franck?" The twins asked in unison, grinning a their favorite toy.

[François Laffont]

Franck caught up his breath, actually content of himself. This was how he liked his Emory twins. He stood up straighter but found himself fidgeting. “I don’t know how you did it but I got snow melting all the way down my back,” he said to explain why he was moving like this. It was a weird feeling, this cold water pouring down and making his sweater stick to his skin. This was not very comfortable but he couldn’t really move his back away from his shirt right now, with that thick coat above keeping everything pretty tight.

He did catch the twins breathing in their inhalers and once again Franck felt bad, wondering if he did not push them a little too far. But it was not like they begged for more air while they played and Jasper even claimed they could go for another round. He laughed at this though. He might need a little break before going for another round. His gloves were wet, his feet were cold while the rest of his body was burning. And he had water going further down his back making it even more uncomfortable. Not that he really care as he looked at the twins.

He grabbed their hands to come in between them. He still had some energy left in him and they somehow managed to make him almost hyper. He made a few steps with them before stopping. He then let his gaze go from one to the other. “The last one arrived at the cabin gets drinks for everyone.” And just as he finished saying this, he started running towards the cabin. It was probably cheating but he remembered what the twins could do with their powers and it wasn’t like he cared much about cheating or not for this race.

[Casper & Jasper Emory]

"That is because when I tackled you that one point, Jasper shoved snow down your jacket. Magic." Casper pointed out. It was practically a skill of the twins to place things on a person without them having notice. That was the beauty of having two of you, one to distract, while the other laid the trap. It was how the siblings did most of their up close magic and well with a lot of things in life. If they were doing something together there was a system of tag teams, doing something at the same time, and even occasionally leaving it to one twin who was better at something but playing it off as the other.

"Now you practically have to get out of those wet clothing, and look! You have to willing boys to help you out with it." Jasper pointed out, smirking a little. Of course he wanted Franck to strip down and change. They likely were going to do the same because it didn't really feel good to walk around with wet clothing. The fabric would rub against you skin, which would end up raw because it was wet. Just all kinds of unpleasant. They had Franck's hands and were on their way back to the cabin. There was something nice about holding someone’s hand while you walked. The siblings used to hold one another’s hands all the time when they were little. Not that they were a little older it was a lot more leaning on one another then holding hands.

Franck then suddenly stop, looking between the siblings and letting go of their hands. He then declared how the last one to the cabin had to buy drinks for everyone and started to run ahead. Franck remembered what their power was, right? The siblings could not help but to smile as they both started to laugh a little bit. "That means you are buying Franck." The siblings said together as they let Franck have his half start. Then they got into position, smirks appearing on their faces as they tapped into their power and surged ahead.

It was a little difficult to run through the snow but the brothers pulled it off for the most part and as should have been expected, they were going to get to the cabin before Franck. They would wait for him of course, smiles on their faces, and all too eager to get something to drink and warm up. "Franck, you are so cute." Jasper spoke up. Casper chuckled at that. "I don't think he wants to be called cute, but it is so true. You're our favorite French Boy." Casper said, speaking to his brother first before looking to Franck. He was their only French Boy, but the fact still remained that he was their favorite toy.

[François Laffont]

Casper explained to him it had been done on purpose and not just because they aimed well at his neck at some point and it got under his coat. He chuckled, shaking his head as he looked at them. He wasn’t mad or anything but it was cold and his little dance to try and get the snow off his back must have been funny to watch for them. He did blush at Jasper’s words. He was getting used to the boy’s way of teasing him but it still worked. He wasn’t quite used to have someone so directly saying he wanted to get him naked, because it sure was how he took it. It was not something he totally disliked though. Although a part of him thought that Jasper probably said that sort of thing to anyone he met, he liked to think he was hot enough for someone to want him naked. Was it really that bad to think that?

It was weird to hold their hands. Even through the thick and wet fabric of their gloves, he could get their emotions coming to him at a faster rate. It was like they had a direct conduit to him. It didn’t seem so bad right now, there wasn’t anything too hard for him to take but he was ready to blame his sudden burst of energy on them.

Franck wasn’t surprised to be the last one arrived. He sort of figured they would use their ability at some point and beat him up although he also wondered if they wouldn’t just grab him so they’d arrive all at the same time. The snow made it hard to run as fast as he normally could but he thought he did well. He still ended up last. “Your favourite? Because you know another French boy around here?” he said, though teasing them as he tried to catch up his breath after this little race. “It’s not like I didn’t have a good chance. If you didn’t use your power, I bet I would’ve beaten you. You’re lucky I’m not a sore loser,” he added with a light chuckle in his voice. He didn’t mind losing this race. He stepped towards the entrance of the cabin. “So we change and I get hot chocolate for everyone? Or you want something else?”

[Casper & Jasper Emory]

It was indeed funny to watch Franck dance around to try and get some snow free from his clothing, but pretty much everything about Franck was of great entertainment to the siblings. He was again their favorite toy and it had always been so easy to get a reaction out of him. That and he was a good sport about their fun and games. Sure that made him a little bit of a doormat sometimes but he did seem to be getting better. He was not just letting the twins do whatever they liked all the time, for instance not allowing them to sleep with him again was a big thing.

So yes, their little Franck was growing a backbone of sorts and while they didn't like it, they also liked it. Jasper would have said it to anyone that they met and he found attractive that he would like to see them naked. Hello, naked bodies equaled awesome. Still, he did want to see Franck's body again since it had been a while. The older boy did have a pretty nice body so who would not want to have a second chance to get an up close look again? They didn't feel weird at all holding his hand and treated it as if it was perfectly normal. Their gloves were in the way of them making it awkward or naughty as they had considered doing for a moment. "No, we don't but we wanted you to know that we mean you and not some other person who might have a name close to yours or some other French person." Jasper answered Franck's question, with his brother nodding in agreement.

They were having a slight problem with their breathing too, but they didn't make any moves to use their inhalers. They had already used it a lot on this trip and knew they were getting pretty low so were trying to use it a bit more sparingly. Sure their lungs were hurting but they did their best to play it off like nothing was wrong and focused their power on helping 'heal' their lungs in a way for the moment. "You know we would have still won if we had not used our power." Casper pointed out. "We would have cheated by tackling you to ensure that we won." Jasper added after his brother. The siblings didn’t take losing very well after all.

"Change and hot chocolate together." The siblings said together, even nodding at the same time. They then shared a glance because they felt like that had been a little too much in unison even for them. "Change with us. Then Casper can pick up the drinks if you give him the money, while I and you have some extra exercise." Jasper suggested a plan, half teasing. "Or we could swap around who does what with you." Jasper added, only to be hit in the head by his brother. "Your honryness is showing again brother. Settle down, it’s contagious." Casper pointed out, to which his brother chuckled as they headed towards their room to go change, looking back and of course expecting Franck to follow.

[François Laffont]

Franck was indeed getting some backbone and it was all thanks to the twins. He really had to learn to do things because he wanted to do them and not only because others asked it of him or he thought it was the right thing to do. It wasn’t always easy. Franck didn’t like to disappoint people and he often felt as if he would by telling them no. And, of course, there was also the fact that sometimes what you wanted might not be what you should do. Franck would have difficulty even indulging himself with some sweets if he were on a diet. It was how he was.

He smiled at them when they insisted he was their favourite French boy. “Thanks. But I’m your favourite boy or toy?” he asked teasingly. He often had the feeling of being like a toy in their hands that they would play with and put back on a shelf once they were done. To a degree, he didn’t mind, as he had many other people to be with, they were not his only friends. But he could also tell this was not the proper way to treat people.

“You won’t have too much problem breathing, do you?” he asked. He knew they had a problem with it and had inhalers. Last time, they joked about him doing CPR on them in a way that sounded more like making out with them, not sure it would do any good to their lungs but their mouths would have liked it. He didn’t want to push them too much. “That’s nice of you. And here I thought you’d drag me along with you so that none of us would arrive first,” he replied to their comment about the race. He tried to sound a little offended by it and perhaps he was but they didn’t shove him into the snow so he didn’t mind too much.

He was amused by them not only talking but acting the same way. Despite thinking they could say something of the like, he was still taken by surprised by Jasper’s comment. Though, to be fair, it was the swapping that really surprised him the most. “I’m afraid they didn’t put us in the same room this time. They must have suspected you’d be a bad influence on me. I’ll get the drinks and join you,” he promised. He didn’t know if they’d still be in their room then but since he just told them the plan they could join him to get their chocolate if they didn’t want to stay in the room. Besides, he needed some time away from them to sort his thoughts and the excess of feelings he got.

[Casper & Jasper Emory]

"Both." The siblings said at the same time. They didn't have a problem at all calling someone a toy, since again that was what everyone was to them. Franck just so happened to be one of the few that they considered their favorite. He was not boring, he had fun with them, and even if he didn't always do what they wanted, there was just a nice balance. The other people they met either didn’t stick around long or could not handle the way the boys liked to play. They were all boring and should have been a shame to be living. Well, that was a bit extreme but that was sometimes how the siblings felt when they would deal with a particularly boring person.

"We will be fine." Jasper played it off, only rubbing his chest a little bit before shooting at Frack as if shooing away the matter. They were tough and knew that they had to be careful for the time being but they didn't need Franck to be worried about it. CPR for them would have most certainly been them just making out with Franck because if they were having an attack it would not have helped unless they just completely stopped breathing compared to struggling to breath. "The completive side of us took over." Casper pointed out with his brother nodding in agreement. In another situation they might have dragged him along, but in that moment they had wanted to win so that was what they did.

The siblings both chuckled as Franck pointed out that they had not been put in the same room, finding it cute that Franck saw that as a 'problem'. "So? There is no magical force keeping you from coming into our room or us going into your room." Jasper pointed out, the siblings still chuckling a little bit. Casper did catch on that perhaps Franck did want some space for at least a moment; he was reading Franck's body language after all. "Alright, we will get changed and meet you near the fire place for the drinks then." Casper said, reaching out to grab his brother by his shoulder and pull him back towards their room so they could change. "Aww, but the fuuunnn." Jasper whined but he did go with his brother, not catching onto the whole 'Franck needing his space for a moment' vibe.

[François Laffont]

“You’re not afraid your toys might not like to be referred as toys?” Franck asked them. He had already felt as if they were toying with him so he could take it without too much problem but he could see why some might not like to be called that. The twins loved to test him, see how red he could turn, what they can do to him. Since the only other comparison he found fitting for that kind of behaviour was a cat playing with a mouse or an insect, he much preferred being a toy. No need to think one of them could eat him at some point, let alone say it out loud, as he could already guess the sort of comments they were able to reply with.

He looked at them after Casper pointed out how competitive they could be. “Then you’re lucky I’m not a sore loser,” he replied. He figured they could leave it at that. Again, a part of Franck thought about what the twins might have done had Franck arrived first. Would they be pissed? He bet they’d ask for a kiss or something in return. Then again, he thought a kiss might help them get over the fact he mentioned another guy’s name and it didn’t, so who knows, maybe his kisses weren’t the solution to everything.

“No, of course not,” he said about the rooms, blushing slightly. He wasn’t sure what the twins had in mind when going to his room or him going to theirs was totally innocent. It was just a hunch, one that came from spending too much time with them. He was glad to Casper that he understood he might need some space right now. It was funny that Jasper was the one who asked him out, considering Casper seemed to be the one understanding him the most. Perhaps it was the difference that attracted him so much? Either way, Franck chuckled at the two of them and their attitude, soon following them into the cabin before going straight to his room.

Franck too his time to change. Not that it was particularly time consuming to swap sweaters but he wanted to think. He was interested in Jasper’s proposition. Not the dating thing, but having someone to himself, even one who might look elsewhere now and then, was still better than having no one. He just didn’t know if he could take the ‘open’ part of the relationship. It wasn’t exactly his type, as he said to them. But he was still interested. Franck was still thinking that as he grabbed the hot chocolate for all three of them, again, taking his time. He had a lot to think about.

[Casper & Jasper Emory]

"Nope. If they don't like it that is their preference. People are not going to like everything." Jasper pointed out with a shrug. The siblings honestly didn't care if someone didn’t like being called a toy or not. Everyone was their toy and that was just how the boys were going to view them unless someone proved otherwise. Everyone around them was to be used in some kind of way, to be fixed, to be broken, or to be ground into the dirt to be buried and played with later. It was just how they viewed people and it was in part because all their lives it was just the two of them. They were orphans, no one wanted them, and even while their life in the circus was good, it was still them.

"You are supposed to say it a little nicer." Casper pointed out to his brother who just let out a simple 'oh' but didn't say anything more after that. It was too late to try and take it back now since he said it and he figured Franck would understand. Sure the twin’s didn’t tell him much about themselves but Franck had not either. There was still a lot that they needed to learn about Franck, yet he was still their favorite toy. Yet, he was starting to become something more than just a toy to them, at least that was how Casper was starting to see it. Jasper was seeing Franck differently too but not the same way as his brother. They were a lot alike and did agree on a lot of things deep down, but there were some differences between the two of them.

They just smiled at Franck's words about not being a sore loser, but said nothing more on the matter. There was no point in dragging it out when there were better things they could be doing with or to one another. Yet, Franck seemed to think having different rooms was a problem for a moment, but even when he said it was not, Casper was dragging his brother off to their room. There the two of them stripped from their wet jackets and clothing and changed into something a little more on the warm side. "So, do you think he likes me like that or not?" Jasper asked his brother who paused for a moment in his changing. "I think he does, but he is that nice boy types and clearly does not want to share you. If you play things right you might be able to at least get him to sleep with you." Casper pointed out, but that was just a guess.

"Do you like him too?" Jasper asked, moving closer to his brother, grabbing his hair to make his brother look him in the eyes. It was like looking into a mirror, one that was all you ever had at the end of the say. "I do, but I don't think it’s the way you do." Casper said back to his brother without any hesitation. The brothers started at one another for a moment before they smiles and finished getting dressed. They then headed to where they told Franck they meet him, getting there before their French boy and grabbed seats while they waited for him, not even noticing where he was as they started to talk about if Franck was going to like their gift or not. They had of course brought it along with them when they left their room.

[François Laffont]

Franck was ambivalent about being referred to as ‘a toy’, favourite one or not. But, at the same time, it seemed accurate. He had little control over them. He managed to put some boundaries, at least he believed he did but whether it was his good nature or their talent to work people into doing what they wanted, Franck often found himself a puppet in their hands. Now, had they treated him differently, he probably would have tried to get away or asked friends to help him out. But it would appear the Emory twins knew how to treat their toys. They, at the very least, consider his comfort and pleasure as well as theirs. It was more than quite a few people could say about more serious relationship of theirs.

He was amused at their reaction. “Well...” he began to say now that Jasper realised his mistake. “At least I can say you take good care of your toys. You might enjoy embarrassing them too much though,” he added in a chuckle. He was not holding it against them but he was not dumb enough not to think they often said or did things on purpose to see how red he could turn. To choose between that and horror movies, Franck was pretty sure he preferred turning red.

Franck was unaware of the discussion the brothers were having on his account. He did wonder about Casper. Mainly if things wouldn’t get awkward between them if he happened to sleep with one. He didn’t want Casper to feel like he was stealing his brother away. But, at the same time, constantly sleeping with the two, it would get even more awkward and fast. Not to add that he wasn’t sure if Casper liked him in any way Jasper seemed to. He wouldn’t be surprised to hear Casper might desire him but it was not quite the same thing.

Franck walked with the three hot chocolates. He took the biggest size they had. He smiled when he saw them. He liked being around them, they were different, and he liked to feel desired by someone to the point they were ready to go out of character to get him. He thought it meant something. He simply wasn’t sure if he was able to make that leap too. Well, not like he could keep thinking about it right now, he was joining them. “See, told you I was no sore loser,” he said as he arrived, handing them each a cup before sitting down. He was interested in scooting a little closer to Jasper this time. He never found it really fairplay but he was hoping to use his power on Jasper and read something so that he could know he was taking the right decision.