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(DAMN! SHE FOUND IT BEFORE THE ROMANCE WAS DONE!!! Mobius is another name I RP with.)

Fakir found he could still use telepathy. Through the swarm of feelings and sensations that shrouded his mind, he said, "Better stop soon. If no stop, Fakir no know if he can ever let you go..." He continued the kiss, waiting for her to stop when she wanted to.

"No wonder people such good fighters. Pain good." He clutched his chest. "Want find way to be like people, but still like self. But if you want, focus more on being like people. For you, Fakir do almost anything." He smiled. His knees were buckling and he looked like he was about to fall over, but he continued smiling.

He smiled. "Feel weak. But feel weak in a good way... No know how to say it..." Fakir, the poor fellow, was very direct in all things, and this case was no different. " If you want little Angel or little Fakir running 'round, Fakir need become kinda like people, anyway. How people say? Got no junk in trunk." If Fakir was raised as a human, he probably would've smacked himself in embarassment, but he stood there, innocent smile still slightly intact.

(Can't believe I just typed that... Then again, I am one of the most risquee writers on Gaia... sweatdrop )

Now it was Fakir's turn once more to not know how to respond. He just shrugged after a few seconds, and returned the kiss.

(Fakir: Thread no move if all story is kissing.
Meself: He's got a point... Not that we're complaining.)

"Only if you are." He smiled, and prepared himself for his return to being made of rock.

One of his eyes glowed bright for a second. A tiny sapphire clinked to the floor. The eye returned to normal. "Good night... dearest one."

Fakir looked out the window. He knew of the existence of wind. He could see it move the trees and the grass. But it made him kind of sad, now. In that mystical dream world Angel brought him to, he could actually feel things like that. Now, he could only hear the wind, and watch it move the trees and grass. He sighed. Kind of. He did it in his head, anyway. Speaking to himself and not intentding for Angel to hear, he spoke. "When Fakir like people, he feel things a lot more. Now that Fakir know what people like, in a way, he still feel more." Letting his senses stretch out through the castle, he closed the window, and fell asleep. The lights of his eyes were out, and his humanoid shaped was exchanged for a mound. For all intents and purposes, he looked like a pile of rocks.