I neither like nor dislike those girls. But they were coveting you, and I suppose in some cases I just don't like sharing.

Clue was angry — angry that Narcissus couldn't see... couldn't feel... the way Clue felt right now. The anger only faded when his friend cut the thread of their intense moment. "I have to finish...

"We only have four"... despite not being a laughing type (until becoming friends with Narcissus, anyway), this was so surprising that Clue could not help but laugh. "Only four...?" he sniggered, "yes,...

this is getting out of hand.

As Narcissus raised a casual hand to brush away a strand of Clue's platinum-blond hair, the blond in question knew at once that what he was feeling was real, and wasn't going to go away. In fact, thos...

So it was to be the two of them then, and Clue wondered if he'd ever figure out why Narcissus desired a friend like him over friends like — well, those. Regardless, Narcissus had a habit of stif...