Eat the kitchen empty

'Hey, go easy on he cuddling.', he laughed, looking at her shuffling and feeling all content. 'I already have one person thinking I'm a walking pillow. I really don't need two, especially if we are to hang out again.' He looked at her curiously at that. 'It was really fun talking to you. And I have yet to finish your tour of the school. Showing you just cafeteria isn't much.'

His arm was growing numb again. He tried to move it in a more comfortable position, brushing his fingers exceedingly along her hip. 'Sorry.', he said immediately. 'Just trying to find a comfortable position, really.' He continued moving and shuffling for some minutes more, his arm still growing numb after only a few seconds. 'I give up.', he sighed, his arm suddenly on hers, hugging her closer. 'Move closer, so you're not pressing my arm.', he said. 'Otherwise, it'll grow so numb I'll have no use for it anymore. And don't worry about classes. I don't plan making a habit out of it. Today was just a special case, and if I explain I was showing you around, it should be okey.'

Willaim saw now that hugging her closer has been somewhat of a very bad idea, yet he felt just as uncomfortable at the thought of pushing her away so suddenly, after bringing her close. Thus, he shuffled a bit, pretending that he was bother by the floor and its cold rather than her, before he turned around, and smiled faintly. 'I cannot understand the word you say when you start speaking like that.', he said. 'Mind repeating yourself when you find this century's dictionary again?' His smile grew wider, for even though he was slightly uncomfortable he was more proud of his little joke.

But then, her hand went up again, right over his hard, and the discomfort was back, as well as the scent of fear. He did not like things so near his hear, he really didn't, especially after he saw her light them up. Call it a survival instinct that kicked in a bit too late, but he suddenly felt the urge to move away. Why was she being so...flirty... all of a sudden? He didn't mind before, heck, he played along, but this... This was a bit too close for comfort.

'Um, I'm supposed to have two more classes after this, but, if I go now, it will only look suspicious. Better to skip completely and explain latter, I'd say. And, um, sure, we could go to the forest...' He did not blush simply because his body was yet to catch up to that aspect of expressing emotions. Otherwise, he would be as red as a tomato, and Spirit could unfortunately feel that quite well. Thus, suddenly, he snapped his teeth at Savannah's hand, saying: 'Hands off, you fox.', he growled. 'You're making us uncomfortable, and I want to sleep.'

Wiliam opened his mouth to speak, but was cut off by Spirit again.

'It ain't his fault, fox.', the creature growled at her. 'He told ya he ain't used to the stuff like that, yet you still took it upon yourself to play around like that. It ain't his fault he was uncomfortable. And all that nervousness pouring into me through our bond was making me dream bad. Seriously, couldn't you wait a bit?', with that, Spirit growled again, and turned to the side. 'I don't care what you feel, fox, but he ain't good enough for that yet. He ain't safe enough. It's only been two months since he started speaking again, not a month since he started feeling for himself again. I won't have him relapse into his old self just because you're a little flirty thing. Friends are good. Real good. But the way he was pouring his nervousness and fear into me so he could deal with you... That ain't' good. I won't have that. I won't have him hurt, fox. Not again.'

With every word Spirit said, William felt himself being closer and closer to blushing for real this time, his body apparently catching up to the concept now that it was so dearly needed. 'Enough!', he yelled, jumping forward, and silencing Spirit. 'I love you, I really do, but if you continue speaking, Spirit, I will murder you, so help me all the hidden power I supposedly have.'

Spirit rolled his eyes at him, growling, then shifted, saying. 'Like I said. And you know I'm right. And you're welcome. ' With that, he went on to pretend to fall asleep again. William knew very well though that he was still wide awake, and watching. He was still thankful for the silence.

'So, uh, yeah...', he muttered, unsure what to say now.

'Don't.', he said, standing up. 'Don't do that. I know you're probably hurt-I say probably, for, as it was mentioned before, I have no experience with girls and they feelings. But don't do that. Don't turn this in something that's not.' He moved a bit so he would stand before her, a strong look in his eyes.

'I know you said not to apologize, but I am sorry. This must be strange for you, him speaking for me at all, but that's simply how it is with us. How it was for almost two years.' Suddenly, he sighed. 'How do you even explain this to someone who wasn't there?'

'Easy.', Spirit stepped up and stood in between Savannah and William. 'William's a summoner, kitsune. I'm his summoned creature, and it's my job to protect him, from anything and everything. However, by accident, he summoned me a bit too early, so neither of us really knew that. He was too young, and untrained, and I was too weak, and couldn't protect him properly when he was hurt. And he was hurt real bad, kitsune, so bad that he completely turned off his emotions. For two years. Can you imagine that? He was only fifteen, and so hurt, so broken, that he didn't want to feel. So he turned it off, stopped feeling for himself, and pushed it all onto me, up untill the point where I even had to speak for him, for he would't open his mouth. Not once. Not for anything.' Spirt stooped, looking at her with anger, making sure she understood. 'It took ages to get him healed, fox. He only started speaking two months ago. Feeling a mere three weeks ago. And now, he was again pushing his feelings onto me because of you. So you might say that it is not my decision to make, but it is, for in the end, it is I who have to feel.'

William felt bare. He had never told anyone before what happened to him. Not to Vieve, or at least not like that, not to few reluctant friends he had made on the Academy in this short time. He wasn't angry though. Spirit had the right to speak, for William knew that every time he forced something to the wolf, he lost his own emotions too, in order to be able to cope with William's.

'So, there you have it.', he said. 'My life story and all. Do with it as you wish. Just don't turn this into something that's not. And, please, feel free to comment on whatever expression I might make.'

Somehow, they both sighed in the same time, William because he was feeling bad, and Spirit out of share tiredness. The wolf scoffed, looking away, before he sat down again, handing his head.

'I have a feeling neither of us is going to back down now.', William said awkwardly, while rubbing his head. He also had the need to look away, at something, anything but her, however, he conquered the need, stumping it to the ground, begore he looked up. 'Which is really too bad. I had a lot of fun talking to you.', he sighed again, this time alone. 'Too bad.'

He was feeling depressed that the situation he could not control in the past, and has thought resolved, has lended him here yet again, but he could do nothing about that. His connection to Spirit was what it was, now and then, and it would not change, not for some time, if ever. His skill in talking to people was still lacking, but he was learning fast, and it was only bad luck that she had to see him like that. Well, bad luck and her flirtive nature.

'Come on, I'll show you the way to the dorm. You can see the forest from there so you will know where to go after that. I should have just enough time before the next class.'