Violet Orchestra

Elaine was stunned.

He watched the poet back away without any displeasure on his face, feeling like he was dreaming.

"Are you so surprised?" The bed was not that big, and Violet was not too far away from him, so he could see his expression very clearly. His face turned red and then blue, then blue and white, and finally turned into a face. Out of the sluggishness of the situation, he couldn't help laughing.

Elaine tried hard to regain her language ability, but she didn't know what to say after speaking. Finally, she touched her lips and felt that there was still a poet's temperature on them.

"I...you..." He opened his mouth stammeringly, looking at Violet with disbelief.

"I thought you'd think it was all right," Violet observed his reaction with interest, "seems like I've done something bad, doesn't I?"

How could there be such an innocent guy?

Elaine was a little embarrassed under his gaze, but quickly remembered what she heard when she followed him, so she mustered up the courage to look at him: "I'm not young anymore."

"Ok?"

"You always reject me on the grounds that you are too young, but in Rosalia, many people are married at the age of 19."

"So what?" Violet looked at him with a smile, "This is not Rosalia, and I can't possibly be your marriage partner, are you right?"

He just said it casually, but Elaine froze for a moment, and suddenly realized that he was right.

"Of course I think you are too young not because of your age," the poet touched his head with a soft tone, "In fact, I have dated many people younger than you, the number may have exceeded your imagination, the reason why I said You are too young because you are more innocent than them, and when I stay with you, I will feel a little... guilty?"

Elaine looked at him puzzled, apparently not understanding what he meant, so Violet had to speak more bluntly.

"They should have told you that I often bring different people back to spend the night, and I always provoke people who shouldn't be provoked-if you are a blank sheet of paper, then I am already an oil painting that has been painted over and over again, Whether it's background or personality, I'm much more complicated than you imagined, are you sure you still like me?"

"That's out of my control," Elaine said.

Violet shook her head helplessly: "No, it's just that you don't want to control it."

He had many opportunities to choose, he could not inform them when he was in Desnope, and he could not travel with them after leaving Yasuo City, but he chose to let himself go without exception.

Thinking of the night she stayed at Desnope, Violet suddenly recalled something.

"I suddenly remembered something."

"what?"

The poet leaned against the head of the bed, temporarily put aside the topic of "control and giving up control", and asked him with a smile: "Have you ever kissed someone before?"

Elaine's face turned red again at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Looking at his reaction, Violet guessed the answer, but still asked: "Is there any?"

"……No."

Elaine said dejectedly.

"Okay." Violet nodded, "It seems that my responsibility is very heavy."

"What responsibility?" Elaine found that she couldn't keep up with his train of thought.

"Teach you a little trick, lest you continue to be a 19-year-old who can't kiss." Violet took his hand on her waist and motioned him to come closer, "To be honest, if it wasn't for your The performance is too convincing, I may not even believe that there are such innocent guys in the world... hug me and bow your head."

The young man complied with some hesitation, like a rabbit in his heart, anxious and looking forward to it.

They were so close that he could smell Violet's faint fragrance and a faint smell of alcohol—Elaine couldn't help but close her eyes, feeling that her reaction was too embarrassing .

"That boy tonight, he wiped something on your glass." He tried to find a topic, while trying to hide the reaction of his lower body, "I just forgot to say, are you drunk because of that of?"

"Huh?" Violet was about to kiss him. Hearing this, he stopped to think about it, and asked in confusion, "Is there? I didn't notice."

Taking advantage of the moment he recalled, Elaine moved a little away from him, blushing and covered her crotch with the hem of her clothes.

"What are you running from?" Violet was puzzled.

"...It's nothing." Elaine covered the hem of her clothes a little more tightly.

Just hugging and getting erect / erect, it seems that he will be laughed at if I say it.

He tried every means to hide the reaction of his lower body. Violet originally wanted to tease him a few more words, but considering his feelings, he pretended not to notice after thinking about it, and leaned over to kiss him with a smile.

"You have to get rid of this shy habit." He whispered in Elaine's ear, "What if they see us kissing in the future, are you going to bury yourself in the ground?"

Elaine's ears were red as if they were about to bleed, and she covered his mouth.

Violet wasn't afraid of this kind of non-painful technique, he rolled his eyes when he smiled, and licked his palm with his tongue.

Elaine let go of her hand like an electric shock, and looked at him leaning against the head of the bed with a smirk, feeling helpless and feeling a little wronged.

"Stop teasing me." He begged softly.

Obviously Violet was shorter and thinner than him, but the poet always took the initiative in front of him, and he had no choice but to beg for mercy obediently.Fortunately, begging for mercy is always very useful, Violet is very soft-hearted now, it seems that he no longer has to worry about being driven away.

Thinking of this, he suddenly realized that Violet seemed to have said some terrible words just now.

"... later?" he repeated cautiously.

"You don't want it anymore?" Violet raised her eyebrows, "Then pretend I didn't say anything."

Of course he wants to, but...

"You've written all your entanglements on your face," Violet rubbed his face, feeling that young people's skin is better and asked, "What do you want to say?"

Elaine had a lot to say, but there were already enough surprises tonight, he was afraid that he would make Violet angry if he asked, so he swallowed his words back and asked a safe question: "Hmm... Can I kiss you now?"

Then he got a kiss as expected.

Elaine tossed and turned in bed for a long time that night, and did not fall asleep until almost dawn.Birkins, who was in the same room as him, was woken twice by the movement of his turning over, and finally couldn't help turning to him: "What's wrong with you?"

"Did you bother me?" Elaine reacted belatedly, and quickly apologized, "I'm sorry, I won't turn over."

"It's okay," Birkins wasn't angry, but felt that he should care about his growth, "but why were you restless all night?"

I can't tell him that I'm thinking of Violet, Elaine rubbed her nose under cover of the night, and made a random excuse: "...Maybe I'm a little homesick."

It doesn't sound too ridiculous, anyway, Birkins believed it without much doubt, and said: "We may pass by Rosalia next, so we can take a detour to see it then."

Elaine laughed dryly, thinking of the strange customs I told Violet today, and felt that he was not very homesick. If he really went to Rosalia, his image might become very strange in the future...

He was told by his mother that he didn't look like a Rosalian since he was a child. After leaving his hometown, he realized that this evaluation was not bad. He had seen a very "standard" Rosalian in the Adventurer's Guild. They have nothing in common, but they are much more popular than each other.The Rosalians live delicate and gorgeous lives. They usually have their own understanding of beauty, and it is easy to argue with others on such issues. Elaine thought it was a bit strange, but thought that she was "not like a Rosalian." People" are at ease.

That's what he thought at the time: Anyway, he won't be going home anytime soon, and it's okay not to be like the Rorshalians.But if he brought Violet and the others back to Rosalia... It's not hard to imagine that Violet would be the most comfortable person, not him, a local.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help smiling, and finally stopped thinking about Violet's two kisses, closed his eyes and fell asleep.

But it turns out that Birkins is a good person. When he got up the next morning, he found that the other party not only helped him pick up the coat that fell on the floor, but also conveyed his experience of "being homesick so he couldn't sleep" to Violet, I suggest a small change to the upcoming itinerary.

With a knowing smile on his face, the poet glanced at Elaine while drinking pumpkin porridge.

"It's a good thing to be homesick. After all, having a home to think about is something that many people envy." He stirred the porridge in the bowl with a spoon, and said lightly, "Anyway, we are also on the way, why don't we go to Rosalia to see look?"

Birkins looked at him suspiciously.

"Elaine told me about Rosalia's customs and customs yesterday morning," Violet smiled and looked at him, "After you escaped from the car with your tails between your legs because you couldn't tell the difference between colors and patterns."

"..."

Birkins silently averted his gaze.

Seeing that Petra didn't express any objection, Violet swallowed the last bite of breakfast and clapped her hands happily: "Then it's decided, we'll set off in a while."

Elaine intentionally fell behind when she was loading her luggage into the car, and she grabbed the poet's sleeve with a bit of joy and guilt: "Violet."

The heavy objects were removed by a few of them doing physical work. Violet carried his piano and set off lightly. Hearing this, he hummed a song and looked back at him: "What's wrong?"

"...Actually, I wasn't homesick last night." The young man tried hard to look mature, "That's what children do."

Violet said "Oh", and smiled with the corners of her lips curled up: "Then what are you thinking? Birkins said you didn't fall asleep until dawn."

He clearly knew that Elaine would not think about anything but him, but he still asked with an innocent face, waiting for the young man to admit in a low voice that he was thinking about him, and then he patted the other person's head in a good mood.

"Let's go, I'll take you home to play."