[ She’s gonna make him say it? Urgh. Looking away. She’s gorgeous. His chest feels tight. ]
Someone close t’ me. Should be obvious, since ya see her every mornin’ in the mirror.
( 💭 That was so fuckin corny… fuck. )
[ Fingers curling in hers. How embarrassing… but. It’s kinda nice? ]
I do, sometimes. When I’m in a good mood, or somethin’.
[ Honeyed brown falls to their interlocked hands before returning to hold her gaze. A smirk on his face, too affectionate to be truly called a smirk. ]
not what that means, man. like, constant, um.
[ Fuuuuck what does he compare that to? ]
like ya got your own chat chiming in, like a streamer does..? yeah.
Riiiiight. I guess it’s, y’know, sweeter than other things I’ve seen.
[ Is that… the sort of thing she wants? He doesn’t know how to do that. Tilting his head towards her. ]
Ya like it ‘nough to want me to do the same? Wanna be doted on, sweetheart?
[ Tease. ]
wh—
[ But then he’s acting on reflex, snatching paper out of the air. Not all of them, but some. ]
what. What was that. Three. What’s goin’ on in here? Huh, doll? Y’look stressed.