<div class="floatleft">(https://65.media.tumblr.com/3bc240ec7380ce6e214b2388d48ef03e/tumblr_mwsld7YGQf1qhv5sho10_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Miles Radnie (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12370610#msg12370610)<br/><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong>Nauru | October 23, 2016 | Around 9 PM<br/><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong>Dara Kurova<br/><strong>Content:</strong>-<br/><hr/>There were about a hundred ways that their conversation could have gone. This was not one of the ones that he had really anticipated. Sure he figured there'd be some emotions, maybe some long chats about the shit they'd each been through... but this? This had not been anywhere on his list of potential out comes. Not in a bad way though, not in a god I don't want this kind of way. Rather it was just entirely unexpected – true randomness. That was something that he didn't get to experience often. Even with her, even on all of their little adventures that wasn't true true randomness. It was pseudo random at best. Miles was absolutely positive the moment he felt her lips brush his for the first time that this was not planned for, even though of, by her, before the moment that it had happened.<br/><br/>Truth be told Miles couldn't remember the last time he had felt that, that thrill of genuinely floating in life without any control; he loved it. His head rolled lightly against hers while she leaned there into him and he played back by slipping his arms about her waist and tugging her into him; his fingers laced at the small of her back to apply a steady pressure from his palms while his thumbs brushed testingly just a little north. “Maybe I don't wanna shut up.” He murmured.<br/><br/>Then he was left with the distinct... What now question. He could capitalize on this, take advantage of it and run with it. Which sounded like a great idea in the short term. Then there was the long term though – which wasn't something he made a habit of thinking of, but if this complicated what they already had that would be largely unbeneficial to his life. There was a distinct lack of desire to screw that whole thing up. Is this how normal people felt when they made choices? Weighing the pros and cons? The potentials? Doubting themselves in their actions? Miles very quickly came to the conclusion that whatever this was it was a shitty way to live and he wanted no more of it. “Come up to a guy and kiss him like that,” He continued, his lips smirking as he dragged them over hers, “You make him think that you might want this to go somewhere,”<br/><br/>His hands disconnected from one another and slipped back to her sides, each gripping at her hips and holding her, “Guy might think you were leading him onto something, hinting, you now about something you might want.” Admittedly Miles was not really good at the shutting up thing. "Sending kind of mixed signals with not screwing up... Our...<em>thing</em>." But none of it sounded much like a complaint.