Prototype : A New Start

Thoughts, More Thoughts!

"Did you bring the good stuff?"

Damian casually handed over his finished assignment, which he had easily copied with Ilya's own writing pattern which was hardly difficult for him to imitate. The brunette girl beamed up, and wasted no time in taking the offered paper and looked at it with widened eyes, followed with a delighted grin.

"God, I love you so much!" She whispered, almost too excitedly as the Russian got up from her seat to quickly slip 'her' homework on the pile of assignments placed down at their teacher's table. Said teacher is nowhere to be seen, they probably overslept... or still enjoying their morning coffee break.

The blonde evolved just smiled as he stared at the back of his slavic friend in obvious amusement... before his violet-blue eyes found themselves looking down toward thr plump, voluptuous assets she's packing down there. Ilya and Valeria always bragged about their physical... achievements, which he found to be indeed impressive by normal standard.

But whenever it came to his mind, he couldn't help himself but to muse.

Why do males normally find themselves to be attracted to females? The most evident answer would be their instinct to reproduce, but why do they find attractiveness specifically toward the breast, or ass? Why the mammary glands? Why the latter? What's with the 'bigger means better' attitude? Where does this come from? Or is this something that always existed since the dawn of mankind?

Maybe he shouldn't have thought about it too hard, as he always gets distracted. Because when Ilya looked across her shoulders to take a look at her friend, she noticed the obvious stare from her short friend. The brunette's eyes widened, she blushed as he kept on staring at her ass with so much focus it felt like he's imagining what she looked like down there without any layer of clothings.... She mischievously bit her lip, as she turned around and returned back to her seat with her hips visibly swaying more than before.

"Liking what you see?" She teased, finding herself delighted at the prospect of her best friend having a thing for her.

On the other hand, Damian, finally realizing that he had his eyes locked on her this entire time, reeled back and turned his face to look at anything but her. Mercer was right, he spent too much time in his seemingly endless ocean of thoughts, now this is what he gets.

"I wasn't looking..." The blonde weakly muttered, "Really..."

"Mmmh, Is that so?" Ilya raised her eyebrow, amused at what she's seeing. "It's okay, though, Dimy, can't say I dislike it." She finished, before crossing her legs seductively.

"You like people watching you?" The blonde suddenly asked, and that was when the voices inside his head basically screamed at him for his obliviousness. A Blackwatch soldier even had to emphasize on that by flipping and thrashing imaginary furniture at the 'absolute bullshit' he is seeing right now.

Although she was taken aback by the bluntness of the question, the brunette recovered quickly with a smile, and a wink.. "Only for my dearest friends."

The blonde embarrassedly shuffled in his seat, excited at the thought of what the Russian was implying.

So, I'm her closest friend? No, wait, there's an 's' in the friend, she must be talking about Valeria, Maria, and the others who I might not even know of, I shouldn't get too far ahead with myself.

When the voices inside his head started knocking again, Damian actually listened to them with great intent as he started mentally scribbling down whatever the voices were saying. Intrigued by the development he is making,

"And there you go again." Damian blinked, before turning back to look at the giggling girl. "Always falling deep in your thoughts so quickly. I find it rather cute, really."