So iopenattheclose- was trying to be not really subtle and hinting that I should make a Reed papercraft after asking if I’ve read Dalton (I’ve read something around the first half, I think), and I mentioned how I’d personally love to draw Reed sometime. After not much prompting, that sometime became tonight. So, here’s Reed for ya, dear. I swear, curly hair is harder to draw than the Dalton logo.
“Obviously you fancy me.” Shane cast the shorter boy a glance, the corners of his lips lifting just slightly as he gestured towards the whole of him. His tone hadn’t been sarcastic or arrogant…somehow, he seemed genuine, almost amused.
Reed looked back at him, unsure of how to reply to the sudden statement. He opened his mouth slowly, murmuring, “O…Obviously…?”
“Obviously, meaning very evident.” The dark-haired boy answered, laughing. “And, well,” He caught the strawberry-blond’s eye and winked.
“I obviously fancy you.”
“W-What?” Reed’s cheeks flushed almost instantly as he stared at him. “B-But…” He stammered. “You can’t just say that!”
“Ah.” Shane grinned. “But I just did!”
Reed’s eyes flickered away, the blush on his cheeks, if even possible, deepening a little.
“I-I don’t know how to react to that…” He whispered, pulling his scarf further up his face to hide his red cheeks by an inch.
Shane sighed. “It’s alright.” Straightening his back, he turned to leave. “See you.”
“W-Wait!” Reed’s hand shot out, taking hold of the dancer’s wrist. “Wait…” Startled by his own actions, he squeaked, immediately loosening his grip.
“Hm?” Shane glanced back.
Reed bit his lip. “Umm…” He said timidly. “Don’t leave yet…just because I said I don’t know how to react doesn’t mean…”
He took a deep breath.
“It doesn’t mean that I don’t want you around.”
Silence hung over the two for a split second, before Shane began smiling again.