Allen and his little bones [Western Fantasy]

【You are more popular than I expected. 】

When he put the coat he had taken off on the back of the chair, Allen heard Eli say this behind him.

Herbert swept away the two "illegal items", said goodbye to them 10 minutes ago, and finally returned to his student dormitory.

Eli walked into the room with Alan. He would sit on another armchair in the room and watch the black-haired young man who was "undressing" from behind.

"Well." Allen didn't expect Eli to make this a topic. He responded first, indicating that he was listening, then paused for a while, and thought for a while, "I think most of them are just curious about me. When the environment is special, it is easy to confuse the feelings for the teacher, not necessarily true liking."

[Aside from your 'high popularity' in Black Academy, you were not low in popularity when you were a student. 】Eli laughed,【I also remembered those two little gifts when I saw those two little gifts—although I didn’t participate in the college exchange in the seventh grade, there were two younger sisters in the practice team who stayed in Alberta and participated in the The two of them received letters from their sister one after another, thinking they could see her greetings and concern, but the little girl asked her brother to ask me for more information about you. 】

Recalling the appearance of the two unlucky elder brothers not only not being cared for, but also being "coerced" by his sister, who had to ask him for news about Allen, Eli couldn't help laughing, but he smiled, and the smile retreated unconsciously ——He remembered the confrontation between himself and those two people later.

Allen noticed the change in Eli's mood, and he could roughly guess what made the other party unable to laugh. He walked to the other party's side and pressed the spine of the undead.

Eli patted the back of Allen's hand lightly with his bone claws, indicating that he was fine.

【Those two little girls complained about you in their letters. 】Eli started lightly, and returned to the previous topic, 【They said that you are too ruthless to your suitors, and you have always rejected them directly, leaving no possibility of fantasy to the other party. 】

After confirming that Eli was indeed fine, and that there was no danger of falling into depression due to memories, Allen continued the undressing that he had just done in the middle of it—it was a busy journey today, and he was going to take off his clothes as soon as he entered the room bath.

"A short-term loss is better than a long-term worry about gains and losses." Allen said, taking off the half-unbuttoned vest completely, and throwing it back casually.

The vest flew out a perfect parabola, and landed firmly on the back of the chair with the jacket on it.

Eli originally watched Alan's movements for diversion, but after watching, his gaze spontaneously began to follow Alan.

He looked at the black-haired young man's hand reaching for the shirt: [It looks like a cold and direct rejection, but it's actually to prevent more harm in the future... Is that what you mean? 】

Allen: "Almost."

Eli: 【You are so gentle. 】

It's rare for someone to praise "gentleness" face to face, and Allen feels a little unnatural.

Regardless of the short-term pain or the long-term pain, for the rejected object, it will still be painful after all. He feels that this does not seem to be considered "gentleness".

"Although it will also cause them to be sad." Allen, who continued to reach out to unbutton his shirt, sighed, "But being able to cut off thoughts after a moment of sadness is at least better than having fantasies because of a long-term lack of clear response. It’s good to get stuck in the end.”

[Taught. ] The laughter in Eli's voice floated back again, 【I can't see that you are still an emotional expert. 】

Allen shrugged helplessly at the ridicule.

When he buttoned his shirt, he was always used to buttoning the top one meticulously. Now he unbuttoned his wrist first, and then stretched his hand to the collar button.

The eye sockets of the undead skeleton moved closely with the black-haired human's hand, and Allen tilted his head inadvertently, and met Eli's eyes staring straight at his neckline.

"...Eli?"

Eli, who was called by his name, regained consciousness quickly, only to realize that his gaze seemed a little too much. He broke free from the driving force called "involuntary", and quickly looked away, trying to cover up his faux pas.

Allen was sure that he heard the "click" sound of the bones spinning rapidly.

Worried about whether this person had misplaced his bones again, Allen threw the shirt he took off on the chair before him, bent slightly, and reached out to check Eli's bones.

Allen didn't think there was any problem with the current posture, but from Eli's point of view, it was a tight and broad chest leaning down towards him, but stopped when he was about to make intimate contact with him. I don't doubt that as long as I deliberately tilt my head up, I can reach Alan's "magnanimous" chest.

The young and powerful body naturally radiated heat outward, and the vitality-filled warmth was sent to the other party, crossing the tiny distance between them, and pounced on the supposedly cold bones of the undead.

Eli suddenly felt that he was going to be warmed by Allen's body temperature. The temperature seemed to penetrate from the surface of the bones into his mental power, making his brain that didn't actually exist dizzy.

However, the "culprit" didn't realize it, and put a warm and strong hand on his neck, rubbing it intently.

Allen quickly found the source of the "click" sound just now. He adjusted the two small bones that deviated from the normal bone position back to the right position, and then patted Eli on the shoulder: "Okay."

【…】

"...Eli?"

The undead skeleton was a little strangely quiet, and Allen couldn't help but bewildered. He lowered his head and looked at the other party seriously: "What's the matter?"

【……nothing. ] Eli returned to his senses, denying that it sounded like a cover-up. Although Alan was puzzled by this, since he didn't want to say more, he didn't ask any more.

Remembering his "big bathing career", Allen roughly packed his things, greeted Eli, then turned and walked towards the bathroom.

Eli found that he was a little "involuntary".

——what am I looking at?

He questioned himself in his heart, but his eyes were honest, and he still followed Alan's back.

When Allen was dressed neatly, he looked slender without giving off a sense of thinness. Now that his clothes were off, his exposed upper body was well exercised. The warm lighting in the room seemed to cast a soft light on him. Those smooth and beautiful muscles The lines are shrouded in light, glowing with the unique luster of healthy texture.

It wasn't until Allen's figure disappeared from the bathroom door that Eli was relieved, feeling that he had all the dominance over him.

The warmth brought to him by the black-haired youth seemed to have not faded away, and Eli felt that he was slightly overheated. He couldn't help reaching out to touch his body, and was surprised to find that the bones were really warm.

【…】

What's going on, this is because the body has responded to the brain's "you should be embarrassed" command, but because of the lack of face to be hot, has it changed from "face heat" to "bone heat"?

Eli thought about it, but didn't realize that he had felt embarrassed by Alan several times before, but at that time his body temperature was normal, at most it was only disturbed by external forces, and he felt as if he was "heating".

At this moment, that heat rose from his own body and radiated from the inside out.

The body temperature of the undead skeleton rises, which is usually a symbol of the upcoming mutation.