( makoto finding you amusing isn’t always a good thing, kazuya… he could think that you’re just a weird little guy that he wants to study under a microscope.
fortunately for kazuya, though, makoto both thinks he’s kinda funny and a weird little guy that he wants to study under a microscope. so it’s a little less inherently demeaning? regardless, he’s happy that kazuya is happy to keep pace with him; it’s not necessarily that makoto is taking his time, but his legs are inherently much shorter than kazuya’s are, so he would’ve had to hustle if kazuya were any less considerate. he glances at him with a wordless, questioning gaze as he swings their arms. probably something along the lines of, are you having fun? (but in the more snappy way, not the genuine and nice way.) truth be told, makoto isn’t really the “holding hands” type—he’d done it to magnify what he felt was the base-level goofiness of a “date” like this, but then kazuya had seemed to enjoy it, so… here they are.
(i’m sorry, kazuya, he’s just not normal and doesn’t appreciate simple, normal things or process human emotion correctly.)
he snorts. it’s less that kazuya has been getting overeager and permanently losing his clothing and more the fact that, ) On the casino floor?( the sharpness in makoto’s voice… isn’t criticism or judgment. considering his history, he would certainly be the pot calling the kettle black in that instance. but it’s more… disbelief? maybe just because he gets taken out of things so quickly when he feels too exposed… he so much prefers privacy that it’s basically a necessity for him. )
Yeah, um… ( it’s just really not a normal swerve in conversation to say that you don’t want to fuck in your room because you are already anticipating things might get a little bloody and you don’t want to have to clean it or replace anything? especially after he’d asked to do it in kazuya’s room instead?? isn’t that just really selfish?? (yes.) when he thinks of it like that, he feels guilty about it. )
Maybe there are other rooms we could use…? I—I was just thinking if we, ah… got overeager, it might… I mean, I just don’t think I can afford replacing the sheets, but it’s not like you should have to either…
( his hand gets progressively clammier as he speaks. )
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fortunately for kazuya, though, makoto both thinks he’s kinda funny and a weird little guy that he wants to study under a microscope. so it’s a little less inherently demeaning? regardless, he’s happy that kazuya is happy to keep pace with him; it’s not necessarily that makoto is taking his time, but his legs are inherently much shorter than kazuya’s are, so he would’ve had to hustle if kazuya were any less considerate. he glances at him with a wordless, questioning gaze as he swings their arms. probably something along the lines of, are you having fun? (but in the more snappy way, not the genuine and nice way.) truth be told, makoto isn’t really the “holding hands” type—he’d done it to magnify what he felt was the base-level goofiness of a “date” like this, but then kazuya had seemed to enjoy it, so… here they are.
(i’m sorry, kazuya, he’s just not normal and doesn’t appreciate simple, normal things or process human emotion correctly.)
he snorts. it’s less that kazuya has been getting overeager and permanently losing his clothing and more the fact that, ) On the casino floor? ( the sharpness in makoto’s voice… isn’t criticism or judgment. considering his history, he would certainly be the pot calling the kettle black in that instance. but it’s more… disbelief? maybe just because he gets taken out of things so quickly when he feels too exposed… he so much prefers privacy that it’s basically a necessity for him. )
Yeah, um… ( it’s just really not a normal swerve in conversation to say that you don’t want to fuck in your room because you are already anticipating things might get a little bloody and you don’t want to have to clean it or replace anything? especially after he’d asked to do it in kazuya’s room instead?? isn’t that just really selfish?? (yes.) when he thinks of it like that, he feels guilty about it. )
Maybe there are other rooms we could use…? I—I was just thinking if we, ah… got overeager, it might… I mean, I just don’t think I can afford replacing the sheets, but it’s not like you should have to either…
( his hand gets progressively clammier as he speaks. )