[He makes everything look good~ (Or everything makes him look good?)
Guzzles her delicious nectar-- I mean--
That would explain a lot, wouldn't it? Guess it wouldn't come as too much of a surprise to her then that the thought of doing such things isn't a new one to him. He has at least considered every job under the sun and then some. But he's never stooped to anything more dubious than what he did the other night. He much prefers offering his ayakashi slaying services or peddling homemade doujinshi to putting himself out. He's a romantic at heart, and that meant saving himself for someone who meant the world to him.
And that would be Hiyori. Her and Yukine are the ones he would move Heaven and Earth for, who he would give in to his basest instincts to save. Or in this case, who he would face uncertainty for. Because fuck if he knows what he's doing. Winging it, really. Trying to claw back some points on Hiyori's affection card before he has too much longer to dwell on his screw ups.
He just... doesn't want this to be another one. All he can do is try, though, right? Hopefully if he's mistaken about her intentions, she'll at least understand where he was coming from. Letting her get comfortable, he rubs his hands together to warm them up and hide the fact they're a bit damp.]
Just remember-- you can tell me to stop at any time, okay? [Because he wants to make that perfectly clear above all else. Her comfort is all that matters when it comes to this. So he lets her get situated before daring to touch any part of her. And even then he hesitates a fair bit un the pretense of fiddling with the oils that are sitting on a nearby table. So many varieties...
...but he can't put it off forever, can he? He doesn't want her thinking he's trying to avoid touching her when it's what he wants to do more than anything else. So with a deep breath he spreads some nice lavender oil on his hands and turns back to find her smiling. It's enough to almost bring one to his face as well, but nerves keep it from fully forming.]
Heh, sounds like a deal to me. Here we go--
[Starting at the dip between her neck and shoulders, he slowly runs his hands along towards the outside gently just to get her used to his touch and to warm the oil up. No using his knuckles yet, just the flats of his fingers so that it's a smooth, gentle pull.]
wobbles like flan 🍮
Guzzles her delicious nectar-- I mean--
That would explain a lot, wouldn't it? Guess it wouldn't come as too much of a surprise to her then that the thought of doing such things isn't a new one to him. He has at least considered every job under the sun and then some. But he's never stooped to anything more dubious than what he did the other night. He much prefers offering his ayakashi slaying services or peddling homemade doujinshi to putting himself out. He's a romantic at heart, and that meant saving himself for someone who meant the world to him.
And that would be Hiyori. Her and Yukine are the ones he would move Heaven and Earth for, who he would give in to his basest instincts to save. Or in this case, who he would face uncertainty for. Because fuck if he knows what he's doing. Winging it, really. Trying to claw back some points on Hiyori's affection card before he has too much longer to dwell on his screw ups.
He just... doesn't want this to be another one. All he can do is try, though, right? Hopefully if he's mistaken about her intentions, she'll at least understand where he was coming from. Letting her get comfortable, he rubs his hands together to warm them up and hide the fact they're a bit damp.]
Just remember-- you can tell me to stop at any time, okay? [Because he wants to make that perfectly clear above all else. Her comfort is all that matters when it comes to this. So he lets her get situated before daring to touch any part of her. And even then he hesitates a fair bit un the pretense of fiddling with the oils that are sitting on a nearby table. So many varieties...
...but he can't put it off forever, can he? He doesn't want her thinking he's trying to avoid touching her when it's what he wants to do more than anything else. So with a deep breath he spreads some nice lavender oil on his hands and turns back to find her smiling. It's enough to almost bring one to his face as well, but nerves keep it from fully forming.]
Heh, sounds like a deal to me. Here we go--
[Starting at the dip between her neck and shoulders, he slowly runs his hands along towards the outside gently just to get her used to his touch and to warm the oil up. No using his knuckles yet, just the flats of his fingers so that it's a smooth, gentle pull.]
That okay so far?