"What... How? How did you do that?"
"Magic."
He grins cheekily, almost in a mischievous way. He's up to something, I don't know it but he is. Again he turns his way to me and gently whispers something incoherent.
"I didn't quite get that..." I say trying to catch up with his expressions. Instead of giving me a fair enough reply, he throws his head back and lets out a heartily laugh. "You're not suppose to get it."
Shoving his hands in his pockets never had made him look so slouchy. Especially in a weather like this, where gold and red leaves fall, and they are crisp, they crunch under your feet. And the slightly smoky breath mist that came out of his mouth somewhat made him look.. innocent. Especially during cold seasons, his skin is pale and a vivid white, his cheeks, nose and his fingers are red from the vicious cold.
He takes a twig and starts to pick at the leaves like a dinner plate.
"You're kind of weak, you know." He looks at me for awhile, studying my response.
"Are you saying I'm vulnerable? That's an insult." Again, there goes a smug smirk that is tugged at the corner of his lips.
"Yes, I'm saying you're vulnerable, But not in the way you think it." He inches closer to me to study my face again.
"Then what's the way you think it?" I flinch as he inches much closer to me, his breath hits my face and I flinch again. But he makes my tensed figure calm down as he holds my hands down. He looks down and smiles a wide grin.
"Yeah, you're vulnerable alright."
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