( he emits a disgruntled sound. ) No, of course not…!
( he’s not terribly convincing, though in truth he’s only half-lying, given how much an obstacle cleaning it up afterward has proven to be. it would certainly help alleviate whatever clean-up might have to be done! it makes him wonder: does kazuya have any sort of control over that? it’s a question that’s partially answered just as soon as it springs to makoto’s mind. yes, his gaze is drawn back towards kazuya as if telling him that making a big enough mess would prolong how long it would stick around, as if this is an answer that gives him a little more hope (because it does). but he seems to regret it as soon as it registers in his expression, and he looks away, partially in a huff, partially embarrassed, and partially ashamed. because, you know… the subtext of what they’re talking about is probably wounding kazuya pretty bad? even though he’s the one that brought it up??
it’s probably a little weird that they’re joking about this sort of thing, considering, but makoto certainly isn’t normal enough to notice. he groans a little in the back of his throat as kazuya leans into him. he replies in a half-mumble, ) No, it’s fine… We’re supposed to be starting slow, right?
( don’t tempt makoto too much, kazuya… his self-control isn’t perfect, you know.
he picks something else from another shelf—this one long-sleeved and more sweater-like, a warm and soft material in a deep maroon. he glances to kazuya. ) This is probably as much as I can afford for now. ( two shirts… ) See anything you like?
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( he’s not terribly convincing, though in truth he’s only half-lying, given how much an obstacle cleaning it up afterward has proven to be. it would certainly help alleviate whatever clean-up might have to be done! it makes him wonder: does kazuya have any sort of control over that? it’s a question that’s partially answered just as soon as it springs to makoto’s mind. yes, his gaze is drawn back towards kazuya as if telling him that making a big enough mess would prolong how long it would stick around, as if this is an answer that gives him a little more hope (because it does). but he seems to regret it as soon as it registers in his expression, and he looks away, partially in a huff, partially embarrassed, and partially ashamed. because, you know… the subtext of what they’re talking about is probably wounding kazuya pretty bad? even though he’s the one that brought it up??
it’s probably a little weird that they’re joking about this sort of thing, considering, but makoto certainly isn’t normal enough to notice. he groans a little in the back of his throat as kazuya leans into him. he replies in a half-mumble, ) No, it’s fine… We’re supposed to be starting slow, right?
( don’t tempt makoto too much, kazuya… his self-control isn’t perfect, you know.
he picks something else from another shelf—this one long-sleeved and more sweater-like, a warm and soft material in a deep maroon. he glances to kazuya. ) This is probably as much as I can afford for now. ( two shirts… ) See anything you like?