( that's just it β of course it is β that he isn't suffering anything,only that he's so unused to it that it catches him by surprise. he might have mentally kicked himself, maybe, if he actually had tried to pull away and she'd released him, because so much progress is being made here that he doesn't want to risk mucking it up.
but he maintains. he holds firm. he steels himself for the sort of contact he would never, ever have expected to actually enjoy from a human, but then again it's been said before that she has, essentially, overshot any expectations he might have had to begin with. hasn't it?
he really doesn't mean his words to stick like they do β it isn't as if he knows anything about wolfwood calling her little lady when they'd first met β and because he doesn't have much experience in being around others like this, the way she puffs up β¦ almost makes him laugh. because it's endearing in a way he isn't about to put a voice to, and. well. kind of cute in another that he's going to keep to himself. for a myriad of reasons.
his eyes are practically glittering at the edges when he gazes down at her again, having looked away in a valiant attempt at keeping himself in check ( and it worked, thank you ), and damn everything if the smile spreading across the bottom half of his face isn't almost identical to some his brother has given in the past.
it's in the small nuances that one really can tell they're twins. ) It'sβ ( breathe, knife. you really don't want to ruin this, do you? ) You misunderstand, I mean no offense. ( he promises, even if he pauses at 'hundreds spoons' ( thanks, roberto ) and offers a quizzical look before carrying on, gently squeezing her fingers again. )
I mean it as a term of endearment. ( you are little, you know. and you're a baby in age compared to him and vash. )
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Date: 2023-12-29 05:33 pm (UTC)but he maintains. he holds firm. he steels himself for the sort of contact he would never, ever have expected to actually enjoy from a human, but then again it's been said before that she has, essentially, overshot any expectations he might have had to begin with. hasn't it?
he really doesn't mean his words to stick like they do β it isn't as if he knows anything about wolfwood calling her little lady when they'd first met β and because he doesn't have much experience in being around others like this, the way she puffs up β¦ almost makes him laugh. because it's endearing in a way he isn't about to put a voice to, and. well. kind of cute in another that he's going to keep to himself. for a myriad of reasons.
his eyes are practically glittering at the edges when he gazes down at her again, having looked away in a valiant attempt at keeping himself in check ( and it worked, thank you ), and damn everything if the smile spreading across the bottom half of his face isn't almost identical to some his brother has given in the past.
it's in the small nuances that one really can tell they're twins. ) It'sβ ( breathe, knife. you really don't want to ruin this, do you? ) You misunderstand, I mean no offense. ( he promises, even if he pauses at 'hundreds spoons' ( thanks, roberto ) and offers a quizzical look before carrying on, gently squeezing her fingers again. )
I mean it as a term of endearment. ( you are little, you know. and you're a baby in age compared to him and vash. )