Well, with a millennia-plus experience under his belt, it seems reasonable that he might have a head start on massage techniques. Not that he didn't enjoy his time as her xylophone! He can only hope that his ministrations are as enjoyable for her as her two attempts on him have been. (He still totally counts being stepped on as a massage.) And judging by what he can see and feel, she is indeed relishing his attempts, thank goodness.
Especially when their eyes meet and he can see for himself just how content his efforts are making her. It's enough to bring a flutter to his heart that settles in his stomach eventually. If he didn't need them, his hands would likely be shaking out of nerves alone despite having seemingly found his groove. It's definitely fun, being able to make someone relax so thoroughly through nothing but his own careful touch, but he can't imagine that Hiyori would be too pleased if he took it up as a vocation. Feeling up others' bodies seems like a far worse love crime than offering kisses for money, but what does he know?]
It's good to know I don't always mess things up.
[Because sometimes it does feel like that's all he does. Being a Calamity still haunts him even in moments like this, when he's doing his best to provide comfort and love to the one he cares for most. He doesn't dare voice those thoughts, however. He knows better than to spoil the mood with his doubts. This is Happy Hiyori Time, not Self-Flagellation Yato time.
Though when she questions what it was he said, he against opts for being a chickenshit, ducking his head and mumbling into his chest as he gets between her toes.]
Nothing--! [Although apparently she did actually hear him. Damn. Color floods his face all the way up to his ears, and it takes everything he has in order to hazard a glance up at her while he moves on to her ankles and shins.]
Y-Yeah... I... like it when you come over after showering once you're done working out. It's especially nice at bedtime, when I can snuggle up to you. [There. He said it. He's being honest with her, even if it costs him points with her or some of his dignity. Though he could've said more, like how he just wants to bury his nose in the crook of her neck while they sleep. Anyway! On to her thighs!]
one day I will try some...!
Well, with a millennia-plus experience under his belt, it seems reasonable that he might have a head start on massage techniques. Not that he didn't enjoy his time as her xylophone! He can only hope that his ministrations are as enjoyable for her as her two attempts on him have been. (He still totally counts being stepped on as a massage.) And judging by what he can see and feel, she is indeed relishing his attempts, thank goodness.
Especially when their eyes meet and he can see for himself just how content his efforts are making her. It's enough to bring a flutter to his heart that settles in his stomach eventually. If he didn't need them, his hands would likely be shaking out of nerves alone despite having seemingly found his groove. It's definitely fun, being able to make someone relax so thoroughly through nothing but his own careful touch, but he can't imagine that Hiyori would be too pleased if he took it up as a vocation. Feeling up others' bodies seems like a far worse love crime than offering kisses for money, but what does he know?]
It's good to know I don't always mess things up.
[Because sometimes it does feel like that's all he does. Being a Calamity still haunts him even in moments like this, when he's doing his best to provide comfort and love to the one he cares for most. He doesn't dare voice those thoughts, however. He knows better than to spoil the mood with his doubts. This is Happy Hiyori Time, not Self-Flagellation Yato time.
Though when she questions what it was he said, he against opts for being a chickenshit, ducking his head and mumbling into his chest as he gets between her toes.]
Nothing--! [Although apparently she did actually hear him. Damn. Color floods his face all the way up to his ears, and it takes everything he has in order to hazard a glance up at her while he moves on to her ankles and shins.]
Y-Yeah... I... like it when you come over after showering once you're done working out. It's especially nice at bedtime, when I can snuggle up to you. [There. He said it. He's being honest with her, even if it costs him points with her or some of his dignity. Though he could've said more, like how he just wants to bury his nose in the crook of her neck while they sleep. Anyway! On to her thighs!]