I meant— [ He stops, because honestly, what do you say to any of this? At the very least Koujaku hasn't made any attempts to jostle Aoba from his perch—if only because he can't trust the other's sense of balance just yet. And if Aoba must fall upon anyone at all, it might as well be him.
Not to mention that Aoba's goofy simile is pinning him in place like his legs are.
Koujaku strangles down a low whimper from deep in his throat at that stupid, stupid smile, seriously wondering whether he or Aoba would die of embarrassment first. All he knows that there's probably going to be somebody in this café who's never gonna let either of them live it down.
Welp, if they're doomed anyway, he might as well take advantage of it. So he smiles back. ]
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I meant— [ He stops, because honestly, what do you say to any of this? At the very least Koujaku hasn't made any attempts to jostle Aoba from his perch—if only because he can't trust the other's sense of balance just yet. And if Aoba must fall upon anyone at all, it might as well be him.
Not to mention that Aoba's goofy simile is pinning him in place like his legs are.
Koujaku strangles down a low whimper from deep in his throat at that stupid, stupid smile, seriously wondering whether he or Aoba would die of embarrassment first. All he knows that there's probably going to be somebody in this café who's never gonna let either of them live it down.
Welp, if they're doomed anyway, he might as well take advantage of it. So he smiles back. ]
You sure you can handle the other?