Raimundo took another step forward, this time stopping directly in front of Clay. He gignerly lifted his head up to face the cowboy.

"S-so..what are we gonna do now...?" he asked ahprihensivley.

Raimundo Slowly placed his hands on Clay's shoulders. He smiled weakly and gingerly leaned forward; his lips hung within centemeters of Clay's. He paused expectantly.

Raimundo blushed and lifted his arms so they were warpped around Clay's neck.

Raimundo deppened the kiss by slightly parting his lips, allowing Clay's toungue enty. He clinged tighter to Clay's larger frame, his entire body was heating up.

Raimundo began exploring Clay's oral cavity with his tongue; His entire body was leaning inward into him. After a moment of bliss, Raimundo's eye's shot open and he pulled back slowly.

"C-clay...I wan't to tell you that I..." he trailed off before finishing.

Raimundo swallowed before speaking again, oviously taking no notice of Clay's adjitation.

"I wanted to tell you..that I...love you."

(it's fine)

Raimundo blushed andbit his lower lip. Great. He knew he shouldn't have said anything. He cursed himself inwardly. He was an idiot.

"I...uh..." he swallowed. Sh*t! What was he supposed to say now?!

Raimundo took a step back. Oh no. This is exactly what he had feared would happen. Why did he have to say that!? Things were going so nicely until he opened his big fat mouth!

"I-I...uh..I d-didn't mean..I mean, I'm sor...I mean, uh..." he stammered. Sh*t! Sh*t, sh*t, sh*t! Damn it all to hell! He tried his hardest to look away, in any direction, but he couldn't seem to stray from Clay's gaze.

(YAAAY MAKE OUT SCENES!!! 8D)

Raimundo finally broke off his gaze and sadly looked at the ground.

"...I...I don't know what else to say, though." he said quietly.

Raimundo blinked back the wettness that had unwillingly begun to grow in his eyes.

sh*t...don't cry. Whatever you do, don't cry...

He swallowed and put on a fake face of assurance.

"It's...okay. I...I shouldn't have said anything. I understand." he said quietly, forcing a weak smile. With that, he turned around and began taking a step away.

-- Edited by roundarosie at 02:15, 2006-08-26

Raimundo tried his hardest not to look back as he walked off. He could have sworn he heard Clay walking the other direction, but he refrained form looking. He only made it halfway to his room before a few refugee tears claimed their freedom and rolled down his reluctant face. He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to stop any more tears from flowing.

When he got to his fouton, he fell facefirst and buried his face in his pillow.

He couldn't help but hate himself.

Raimundo was reluctant to get out of bed at all. His cheeks had a slight sticky feeling of dried salt, and he had a splitting headache. Instead of getting out of bed, he insisted that he was sick to anyone who had come to ask why he was still asleep.

...Alright, that didn't work.  By the time I actually typed up the reply, it was the next day! WTF?  Ah well, ignore that last post.

Alright, then. ^^

Recieving no response from Raimundo, Omi prodded his shoulder and stated shortly, "You are not really sick, are you?"

"You do not appear to be doing cleaning of any kind," said Omi, misunderstanding as usual.  However, his tone of voice was sincere and firm when he continued, "But I will not leave. You helped me to feel better, and I wish to do the same for you, if at all possible."  A slight crinkling noise could be heard as he shifted a hand which held a folded piece of paper.

"You are intentionally directing the conversation away from yourself, and it is most obvious," Omi stated suspiciously, but he failed to suppress his smile. "However, I shall tell you what this is, since it makes me most happy." He gestured to the paper. "It is a letter from Jermaine."

"Yes, that we can do." He closed his eyes and hugged the letter. "It is not much, but at least it is something." Narrowing his eyes, he gave Raimundo a thorough stare-down. "However, now that I have told you about this paper as you asked, you must answer my question."

"I thought not." He paused, then asked more quietly, "Did something happen between you and Clay?"

"What happened?" Omi asked insistantly.

(You really think Omi's ten?  I always thought twelve or thirteen at least.)

Omi considered the other monk's words for a moment before suggesting, "If you wish...I could speak to him on your behalf."

(Eh, I'll go with twelve.)

"Why not?" He looked like he genuinely didn't know.

Raimundo sighed.

"Nevermind....maybe you should. I know I cna't talk to him myself." he sighed again.

(YES BUFFI! Join it! D< I'll let Omi and Clay talk awhile now. xD Raimundo's been a RP whore)

(This is getting dangerously off-topic...)

Spotting the Earth dragon walking down one of the temple's numerous, wide hallways, Omi called, "My friend Clay!  Wait down- I wish to speak to you!"