WHO: Okada Izou and "friends". WHAT: Catch-all for TDM/event prompts. WHERE: Various sites around Kyoto. WHEN: Most of May. WARNINGS: Animal gore, BDSM talk???. Will update as necessary.
Unexpected indeed, from the way she gasps, higher and sudden when he just suddenly pulls her in?? Her other hand grasps for balance, grazing his side for a few seconds until it finds purchase in his shirt and she can't hear much except for the sound of her own heart ricocheting at the change in position.
Steady? Right. Sure. Except even as March wills her own to calm down, his own isn't exactly an inspiration on that front. It sounds just as erratic as hers does. ]
I, um.
[ Well, he can't see how flustered her expression is from this angle, right? ]
... Can definitely tell you're serious. [ Not from the heartbeat. Sorry, Izou. ]
there's a moment of silence from him as he relishes in an accomplishment that isn't really accomplishing anything, unable to see her expression just like she isn't able to see is.
but it doesn't last long. his hand is stilled just below the arch of her back, and like the noticeable sensation of the concrete of the curb underneath them, the smooth sensation of her skin stands out the more. alarmingly so, even, to the point where izou forgets that they're in public underneath all the glim and glam outside. forgets as he takes a deep, slow breath, the buzz of people walking by hushing magically in all his immediate drunken focus on the only thing that matters at the moment, and that is... his sudden realization of what he just did, and that the soft squish of her body is pressed against the hard plane of his chest.
he can barely wiggle a thought past it, knowing he shouldn't have a sense for it at the moment but enjoying it all the same. he should force a laugh. separate them, let her go, because things weren't... things weren't this close between them, were they? he wished they were, in all his clumsiness. wishes he knew what that happiness was like.
and so his head tips forward a bit, eyes half-lidded as that same hand trails soothingly light up the length of her spine. )
[ March likes at least a little of her upper back exposed, or maybe it's just that the outfits she favors are almost all like that and she's gotten used to it. This dress's back dips down much further and she's acutely aware of it when Izou's hand ever-so-lightly trails a path up along her skin, a sensation that slightly tickles but also leaves heat in its wake.
Despite that, the reaction comes in the form of a shiver, a soft noise, and she's almost afraid to try to lift her head, to see what kind of expression he's making right now, even if he also sees what kind of expression she's making right now--
But then a group of drunk 20-somethings strolling by break into raucous laughter, punctuated by a wolf whistle or two, and March suddenly jerks upright, color high in her cheeks. ]
Right! Right. H-how're you feeling now?? Still wanna sit for a little longer or try heading back now?
[ She doesn't know how she sounds, except higher-pitched than usual. The blood still feels like it's roaring in her ears. ]
( the upright jerk is so sudden that it catches him right in the chin, startling him out of that growing want for her. )
Y-You...
( even in his stupor, izou knows she didn't mean it, but he still clutches his own jaw in shock and pain.
shit... why were they sitting on this curb again? he'd quickly forgotten, march's question like fingers being snapped directly in front of his face. his brow furrows in confusion, because he was heading back for the hotel in the first place when he ran into her... her and that asshole trying to make a move on his—
... on his good friend, and his voice wavers with an embarrassing thickness. too many thoughts and too much drink. )
I... I think I'm good t'get there.
( cue him signaling with a hand on her shoulder that he's gonna try to stand up, albeit a bit wobbly. )
[ She'd do the thing where she's touchy-feely and apologetic with her gestures, but his hand on her back has taught her that is a Bad Idea right now, so March just kind of makes those gestures closer to her chest and not with her hands fluttering on his face. The guilt is palpable, but she stays where she is now, letting him grasp her shoulder. If it helps with his balance, so much the better. If it doesn't, she'll rise slowly anyway to continue to be support. ]
... Okay. [ It's said a little meekly. Not that she would have wanted things to... ... well, who-knew-what in public, but she still feels at least a little bad for slamming her head into his chin with absolutely no warning whatsoever. ]
( the shoulder is well enough of a support, and eventually they're righted and ready to go.
only izou releases his grip, willing to be unstable on his feet for a moment as he timidly extends a hand behind him, expectant. seemingly waiting for something.
before march or anyone else can slip their hand into his, though, he glances over a stiff shoulder, clearly trying to concentrate on what he's about to say with how tense he is. )
You... said yer hard to lose, but I. I don't, wanna chance it.
[ It takes a few seconds--because honestly, March is so used to him either catching her by the wrist or sticking his hand out for hers for her own sake, and even though that's slowly been changing to the point where he can (drunkenly) talk about how he likes her hands, it still catches her by surprise when he offers it and waits.
But by the time he gets to "chance", her hand is already reaching out, clasping his firmly. Her smile's just as warm, for all that she'll continue to feel at least a tad guilty for chin assault. ]
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Unexpected indeed, from the way she gasps, higher and sudden when he just suddenly pulls her in?? Her other hand grasps for balance, grazing his side for a few seconds until it finds purchase in his shirt and she can't hear much except for the sound of her own heart ricocheting at the change in position.
Steady? Right. Sure. Except even as March wills her own to calm down, his own isn't exactly an inspiration on that front. It sounds just as erratic as hers does. ]
I, um.
[ Well, he can't see how flustered her expression is from this angle, right? ]
... Can definitely tell you're serious. [ Not from the heartbeat. Sorry, Izou. ]
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there's a moment of silence from him as he relishes in an accomplishment that isn't really accomplishing anything, unable to see her expression just like she isn't able to see is.
but it doesn't last long. his hand is stilled just below the arch of her back, and like the noticeable sensation of the concrete of the curb underneath them, the smooth sensation of her skin stands out the more. alarmingly so, even, to the point where izou forgets that they're in public underneath all the glim and glam outside. forgets as he takes a deep, slow breath, the buzz of people walking by hushing magically in all his immediate drunken focus on the only thing that matters at the moment, and that is... his sudden realization of what he just did, and that the soft squish of her body is pressed against the hard plane of his chest.
he can barely wiggle a thought past it, knowing he shouldn't have a sense for it at the moment but enjoying it all the same. he should force a laugh. separate them, let her go, because things weren't... things weren't this close between them, were they? he wished they were, in all his clumsiness. wishes he knew what that happiness was like.
and so his head tips forward a bit, eyes half-lidded as that same hand trails soothingly light up the length of her spine. )
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Despite that, the reaction comes in the form of a shiver, a soft noise, and she's almost afraid to try to lift her head, to see what kind of expression he's making right now, even if he also sees what kind of expression she's making right now--
But then a group of drunk 20-somethings strolling by break into raucous laughter, punctuated by a wolf whistle or two, and March suddenly jerks upright, color high in her cheeks. ]
Right! Right. H-how're you feeling now?? Still wanna sit for a little longer or try heading back now?
[ She doesn't know how she sounds, except higher-pitched than usual. The blood still feels like it's roaring in her ears. ]
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Y-You...
( even in his stupor, izou knows she didn't mean it, but he still clutches his own jaw in shock and pain.
shit... why were they sitting on this curb again? he'd quickly forgotten, march's question like fingers being snapped directly in front of his face. his brow furrows in confusion, because he was heading back for the hotel in the first place when he ran into her... her and that asshole trying to make a move on his—
... on his good friend, and his voice wavers with an embarrassing thickness. too many thoughts and too much drink. )
I... I think I'm good t'get there.
( cue him signaling with a hand on her shoulder that he's gonna try to stand up, albeit a bit wobbly. )
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[ She'd do the thing where she's touchy-feely and apologetic with her gestures, but his hand on her back has taught her that is a Bad Idea right now, so March just kind of makes those gestures closer to her chest and not with her hands fluttering on his face. The guilt is palpable, but she stays where she is now, letting him grasp her shoulder. If it helps with his balance, so much the better. If it doesn't, she'll rise slowly anyway to continue to be support. ]
... Okay. [ It's said a little meekly. Not that she would have wanted things to... ... well, who-knew-what in public, but she still feels at least a little bad for slamming her head into his chin with absolutely no warning whatsoever. ]
We're not that far from it, anyway.
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( the shoulder is well enough of a support, and eventually they're righted and ready to go.
only izou releases his grip, willing to be unstable on his feet for a moment as he timidly extends a hand behind him, expectant. seemingly waiting for something.
before march or anyone else can slip their hand into his, though, he glances over a stiff shoulder, clearly trying to concentrate on what he's about to say with how tense he is. )
You... said yer hard to lose, but I. I don't, wanna chance it.
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But by the time he gets to "chance", her hand is already reaching out, clasping his firmly. Her smile's just as warm, for all that she'll continue to feel at least a tad guilty for chin assault. ]
No risk now, then. Just don't let go.
[ And she won't, either. ]