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 Posted: Mon Aug 18, 2014 7:32 pm
Sure, run. That was a surefire way to make himself vulnerable. Ah... Best that Amarante not know that, then. A three-meter-radius boundary for dashing really didn't do much for escaping, so it was pretty much defending until the other party got bored or feign death. His third option, thanks to the report so helpfully provided by them, was out of the question now.
"Generally, yes. But of course there are exceptions." Her being one, of course. And the others, not so harmless but he was still quite scared of them, all the same.
Same deal for the house, though. Someone would get angry at him going out so often, if that were the case. Save that thought for next time, when he could actually get the chance to visit her at home. And hopefully end up in the same place, if the house had not decided to just get up and walk off. He should bring one of those satellite map things one day. If he could figure out how to work it. "I... I appreciate the offer." Said sunnily enough, even if the prospect of weirdness was still quite there.
"That? Then um... I'm not sure about that." Honestly, who could tell him? The medical research he conducted on himself proved nothing that he didn't already know by trial and error or by putting himself to use. "I think it's the virus carrying an extra consciousness, mostly. It's possible to manipulate infected tissue from others, just like I can do on myself." But that also was the reason why he had so high a death toll. Letting that sweet, naive little sister wreck havoc with her plague puppets? Nooooope. "But that theory was debunked a while back, so I'm not exactly sure until I get some more information." Whatever logic he had used to make that theory got debunked spectacularly, thanks to the professor.
"... But. On the off chance that... Um... On the off chance that I m-might be acting strange. Childish. Something like that." Oh, here it comes. "Please just run." Eh? Run? Not set him on fire? But he doesn't look as scared as he would be if confronted with fire, just a strange, twisted affection.
... That might have killed the mood. Great. His fault, should have just skipped around that topic, then. Next time, remember that. No one likes talking about problems. So he mustered up a calmer expression, hopefully to cheer her up. And oh, his hand had not stopped petting her ear after all this while. Hey, wait..
Oh never mind. Use that hand to bring hers back down, clasp softly on top of it. There, no more mischief. Saves the sudden petting spree that might end up scaring her (or worse, making her think that someone else took the wheel again. Not after talking about it).
"That's alright. It's to be expected, really. I think there should have been a different way of reacting, not like that." Only serves to show the glaring lack of social experience he had. Which should be rectified at once! Yeah, easier said than done. That's okay, he could practice.
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Posted: Tue Aug 19, 2014 1:36 am
"Yes, exceptions!" It was likely that she'd benefited from some sort of previous exception or two, but of course she still wanted to be the most important one. An exceptional exception! But, the excitement in her voice gave way to disappointment. "Aaa~ I would say that in such an event to find me, but that doesn't seem like it would work out so much." She looked dismayed that she couldn't somehow bend time and space to act as some sort of demonic deus ex machina. She'd have to rely on him to protect himself in her stead. "I trust that you will do your best to keep yourself safe, yes?" She'd asked with her usual sort of kind countenance, but there was definitely a gently urging look in that eye.
She was quickly lost to her own sweet reveries. "Ah~ If only you could do more than visit. How grand, how grand~" Definitely getting ahead of herself with that airily aired daydream. Such subjects were easy for her to muse upon when they seemed incredibly out of reach to begin with. "Heh. Just a joke. Even if it is a nice thought~" A weapon girl and a plague man settling down and playing house? A totally normal idea! Though still entertained and pleased by the idea, she set it aside for the reality of the matter while still staying cheery. "The things to show you, and the things to do~ It would be nice to show you more than the basement, surely." Bit of an awkward situation there. But it had been for the best, really! For the most part she looked amused over it, but definitely a sheepish sort of amused.
Her red cat eye looked over him sympathetically. She kind of hated that he didn't know. "Another thing that is simply expected to be dealt with and not questioned, then." The fingers of her free hand tapped upon the leather covering on her face with some vexation. "Fun, right?" It was unlikely that she'd ever know why she'd ended up with such a burden. "Just as well. I think it's become damaged over time." Most of that damage received in one burst over a matter of weeks, but still. The pain involved made any examination not worth it. "Better to know less and not have to deal with the poking and prodding. In my case, anyway." With a great deal of unhappiness, she'd accepted it. A defeated sigh followed, but still tried to assure him the best she could. "I hope that you find your answers, should you want them."
His request left her puzzled. "Are you sure that I couldn't--" It wasn't even a request to not fight, but to actually run? "All right." He was trusted. She'd said that a lot, possibly to excess. But she still hoped that he really understood how much that meant. "Though running, probably not if I look like this." She couldn't help but try to raise his spirits a little, comically imitating how awkward running would be with her wings and how low they were set upon her body. "Open a portal and gone, then. Still satisfactory?" Her smile indicated that she found it as much. Her usual cheaty way of making her way around.
And naturally his hand would find itself grasped between both of her hands. It was an opportunity that the greedy opportunist could work with without getting overwhelmed herself. Didn't stop her from blushing, but it had resulted out of happiness instead of awkwardness for once. A little odd that she was holding one hand with both of hers, but maybe that unusual element would make the gesture less intimidating.
Though the cute blushy laugh in reaction to his statement about a 'different way of reacting' might've negated that. "Perhaps. How do you want to react to such a thing happening?" Maybe an odd way of asking, but definitely an attempt to be helpful rather than anything else.
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Posted: Tue Aug 19, 2014 7:14 pm
As safe as he ever could be, he wanted to retort, but that would make her worry. So a vague answer (so many!) was given in the form of a nod. That's all he could do, really. Still wishing for the day that the trouble magnet finally loses its effectiveness? Perhaps not in a long while, not in a very, very long while.
Surely it was better than falling into one of those random situations? Her house might not like it if he crashed through the roof or the window, that would require fixing afterwards. Leave that to the mechanisms of that quirky place. "At least you didn't need repairs afterwards. There were worse things that could have happened." Oooh, being optimistic, that's new!
"I'll take care of it, then. Don't want it to fall apart in my hands." Or in a small little kid's hands, if she would be that curious. Highest shelf it is. "It's easier than trying to press others for answers, so there is that." A little non-comforting statement, seeing as he pretty much wanted to fill that large gap in logic, information and memory about that... Well, maybe he could try again. Asking them. It was only a conversation, but it gave him a bit of renewed drive to drill the two with questions once more. "Thank you for that."
"As long as I can't follow." Oh good, she had her own methods of instantaneous escape! And better still, a lower probability of her looking back to see what happened, and also a lower probability of letting her see just how badly he was subjected to the whims of - hey, thinking about it is going to shorten that time.
"Umm.... Not panicking, for one...?" He was not sure what she was getting at there. No matter, he would just go along with it and learn. Both her hands felt so warm, not enough to melt, but cozy.
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Posted: Tue Aug 19, 2014 8:45 pm
She couldn't expect much, but she was still left feeling rather defeated. Not because of the answer she'd received, but rather from illogical disappointment in herself. What solace was there to be found in the burden of an undying body if she couldn't even use it to protect someone so important to her, after all. It wasn't a new realization by any means. But it would still take more time to get used to, even if she had accepted it. So she was quiet, leaving it as the silent impossibility that it was rather than pointlessly fighting it.
"But it still wasn't a nice thing to do!" Someone was feeling guilty. Probably one of the least offensive and problematic things she'd done, but the reason why still bothered her somewhat. Seemed she'd been forgiven for her impulsiveness all around; both by the person she'd hidden and the person she'd hidden him from. "Well. Hopefully I won't have to do it again, at least." An awkward thing to say about an awkward thing that happened. She smiled and tried to feel optimistic about it regardless.
Seeing him seemingly more confident was a nice sight. And she had helped! Or so she thought, at least. A happy little nod was her only reply to being thanked.
Her brow furrowed in concern for a moment. "Hnn~ All right." Just another thing she'd have to deal with that she shouldn't fight, she supposed. Would probably lead to some unfortunate and hilarious situations if she had to drop everything and flee repeatedly, but she tried not to think upon it too deeply.
Well, there had been an attempt made to keep the subject fairly neutral. But that usual density had repelled the effort with ease. She'd have to go deeper. "Well~ Why do you panic? Unused to the sensation of being touched? Or is it something else?" All very plainly asked, without an accusatory or mocking tone to be found. "Do you want to shrug it off? Accept it? Advance upon it?" The last part was probably too much to expect, but she certainly wouldn't stop him from doing anything. And of course, she couldn't help but make a personal comment. "Ah~ I'd really hope you wouldn't shrug me off." Definitely one of her usual spoiled observations rather than a despondent comment, however.
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Posted: Tue Aug 19, 2014 9:19 pm
"Best you could do under those hurried circumstances, don't worry about it." Ah, don't pet her, don't pet her, not even if she looked so cute smiling away like that, nope, nope. "You can't do nice things all the time, so let's settle for that, okay?" Pot!
"Um...." More like he had no idea what to do. Most of the time he would slap the someone away and throw them into a sterilizer just to get any trace of the virus off, or scrub whatever contact point there was as hard as he could with some pocket antibiotic gel. But suddenly whipping out the sponge on Amarante at that time had been, well... odd, for one. Might put her off, for another. Gosh, these social things were so hard to keep track of! How did everyone else do it? Ah, right, they had experience and constant practice.
"Accept, then. I mean, you can't fall ill from it, so I suppose it should be fine..." This was going to need some getting used to. "Just um, try to wash your hands thoroughly afterwards, just in case?" There was always the possibility that she might touch someone later that was not effectively immune. Attacking someone on that basis was going to make a lot of people unhappy. And well, that would probably result in that kind of incident again. Another? Loop all over again? The subject was different, but if that alone could easily destroy a relationship, then should he even be trying to interact with people? Fear, that was it, fear of being too close, and at that time he had tried to handle everything himself instead of hiding. Of course, the consequences did not go very well, but would they change by letting someone else step in? Things were already off to a bumpy start with her.
Make the best of it, then.
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Posted: Tue Aug 19, 2014 11:40 pm
His assurance was met with a bit of a wide-eyed stare. "Mm. Right!" Just saying that much was enough to make her feel a lot better about it, her tail swishing in a relaxed manner as she looked upon him appreciatively.
'I suppose it should be fine.' Most people would probably find a great deal of discouragement in that lack of enthusiasm instead of a dark sense of amusement. Why was it so funny? Wasn't as if she was quietly mocking him or anything. Just the way he was. And she liked him, so. Maybe it was really that stupidly simple. A coy smile ended up as the opening for more of her bubbly rambling. "Ends up as a sort of equivalent exchange, doesn't it?" Was she talking about affection or alchemy? "I mean. Generally one reciprocates what they like." It was a perfect opportunity to be suggestive but she passed on it, content to helpfully smile instead. "Though with what I did, that day, not even that. A little difficult to return having one's arm being held, I'd imagine." Not to mention awkward, considering his arm effectively ended up trapped between her chest and both of her arms. She didn't take that into consideration though, intending it as an innocently affectionate gesture and highly entertained by the idea of someone trying to reciprocate it. "Perhaps acknowledge it with a smile, or some other form of affection. Something like that." Overall her attitude about the subject was pretty flippant, but not everything needed to be moody and gushy all of the time. Though she did take his concerns very seriously. "I shall be judicious in cleaning myself up. Leave it to me!" Carefully worded enough to not come off as dirty as it could have. The highly enthused way in which it was stated and the little salute afterwards probably didn't hurt either. Returning both of her hands to his, she looked serene as she couldn't resist resting her forehead on the cluster of hands. "You're worth it. You are."
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Posted: Wed Aug 20, 2014 12:35 am
Well, he could not have phrased it better. How would one return a hug? With another? When one party happens to be an awkward, bad-at-socializing stiff mophead? It was a sign of affection, therefore should be returned with affection... Yeah, like he knew how to show that without looking either obscenely hilarious or horrifying. Good way to stab himself in the knee with guilt after that, though. But the one way he had tried before...
Smile. Eh......
Well, that would be a problem. Eheheh. Don't try it now, she'd be scared off! Or end up laughing! Either way that's not a smile he can pull! Go practice in front of a mirror first! Oh wait, he practices in the dark... Smiling at the patients made all of them either tremble or wish for the anesthetic immediately. "... That would need a bit more practice, then." To show affection, and to not scare off whoever that was on the receiving end.
Ah, second time someone had said something to pierce that icy heart of his. This time, it did not even need that tension build-up, and already it was a well-aimed kick at his own impressions of himself. Grow a spine, don't break down just for one comment! It might have been only an idle thought! Could not stop his (heart?) racing and all his limbs stiffening, however. No wait, calm down, she might think he got upset again. Which is a yes, but she would get upset too! So relax, let her have her fun.
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Posted: Wed Aug 20, 2014 4:18 am
She lifted her head from the hands, attempting to make sense of what he'd said. "Practice what? Practice smiling? Or what do you mean?" A wholly innocent question, with no joking involved. Maybe she'd noticed that he never smiled, but it never occurred to her that there was much to that. She lacked the human conditioning that associated a lack of a smile with concern, after all. Ever the helpful one, she made her offer. "Well. You can practice anything you'd like, with me~" A mischievous statement that might get her into trouble, but presented with a tone of playfulness rather than anything more dubious. She found herself looking over his fingers with careful curiosity. No reason really. Just actions to idle upon. But it did make her remember something. "Are your hands really broken?" Yet another gently prodding question. Her expression seemingly soured as she remembered the rest. "Maybe I do want to see them, hmph~" Being playfully sulky over something he'd said months ago and possibly didn't remember at all was probably rather futile. But, a bit of fun. Better to remember and mention something like that than anything painful, for sure. "But, heh. That's your choice, of course~"
Of course, the silence ended up filled with her ramblings and insecurities. "Ah~ Do I keep saying the wrong things? I mean, I do mean them, but..." Maybe the silence itself was what was unnerving. Generally she'd say whatever she'd like and he'd go about his business without really acknowledging it at all. It was a pattern she'd become accustomed to that had begun to crumble. Well, their dysfunctional play had to end at some point, with him actually listening and her actually taking responsibility for the ridiculous things she said. "I wouldn't doubt that the things I say sometimes might just sound self-indulgent, to someone like you." Seemed that she'd started doing just that. Even with all of her sufferings she was pretty much a spoiled child in comparison to him. "Ultimately, maybe there's nothing I can do to help you..." The thought of which made her incredibly unhappy. Saving was one thing. She wasn't trying to do something as irresponsible and unrealistic as that. But help. Could she really not even do that? She mustered her wits, her voice coming out a bit bolder. "But I want to! You deserve it! More than I do, and probably more than you think." A pretty insistent statement to make, and for some reason one she looked rather frustrated over. "And so..." She couldn't help but hang her head a little as she finally made it to the point she was trying to make. "The meager happiness that I have, and any happiness that I can find, I want to share it with you. Really." Wasn't really any more or less than things she'd said already but it still came out rather breathlessly. And while she wasn't going to cry, that eye still welled with quite a bit of emotion. At least until she freed her left hand to effectively hide that side of her face. "That's silly, isn't it." Definitely sappy, to be certain. But the bit of good nature creeping back into her voice and soft laughter indicated that she wasn't depressed over it at least. "Heh. Your fault." The hand left holding his affectionately played with his fingers ever so slightly.
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Posted: Wed Aug 20, 2014 4:55 am
"... Practice... Something." Ack, she got it right on the first try! And yet he was still to cowardly to admit it outright. What sort of person could not smile, anyway? It scared him a lot more, that openness about helping him for that. He had to say something, she was getting the wrong ideas to boot! Ah, no no no, don't cry! Um! Ummm!
Okay, better do something to cheer her up. Um. Right, hands. Um. Still have nothing to say, so act instead. Right. Do something.
As response, he merely slid his hand out from her grasp and gently untied the ribbon threaded in his hair, only to tie it around his neck like a choker instead. Then he removed both gloves, placing them with utmost care on his lap, and holds both hands up. Pale, bony, and not a single blemish at all.
He steels himself for it, and clenches both hands in front of her face. With a jarring snap, fine cracks run up from the inside of his sleeves, revealing the white material to be no thicker than an eggshell, and the runnier material so carefully made not to drip from under it to be the same kind of dark stuff he had given her in the can for that trip. Releasing the pressure made the cracks merge together with another snap with no trace at all that they had been there, and he stuffs them back into the gloves with that shy look. Obviously had not shown that trick to anyone on purpose, let alone as part of a normal conversation. Or was this even considered normal? Eh.
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Posted: Wed Aug 20, 2014 5:04 pm
"Hnn~" There was some vexation present in that sound. Got her to stop hiding behind her hand, at least. "It's all right if it's me, isn't it?" She quickly clarified, lest he think she was overestimating her importance. "I mean, what reason would I have to ridicule you?" Everyone else seemed quite content to lay playful judgment upon his ribbon, dresses, and fine facial features. Just wasn't the sort of thing she found particularly objectionable or funny. Humans were pretty uncouth and uptight about gender roles, in her eyes. There was really no need for her to get defensive on his behalf, but she was definitely doing some quiet judging of her own while they had their fun with him.
The slit pupil of her eye constricted slightly simply out of surprise of how quickly he had acted. It was... fascinating. Hauntingly beautiful, even, but she wouldn't dare say so lest he take it as one of those nasty gendered comments. A feeling of sorrow lingered, but she mostly ignored it. It wasn't pity. Just a sinking feeling in relation to whatever had to have happened for his current state to be the end result. Impulsively she snatched his hands back, both instead of one like before. At least for a moment. "Does it hurt?" The task had been completed with far more tenderness involved, so she was definitely under that impression. Though the situation couldn't be much more than tangentially similar, that girl's painful cracked skin definitely weighed heavily upon Amarante's mind.
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Posted: Wed Aug 20, 2014 7:23 pm
"...." Still not enough courage to try and smile in front of her, eh. Maybe not. Back to practicing on your own, then. And the stuff gets everywhere once he tries! No dirtying her bed or her floor! It was hard enough to wash off from stiff cloth, worse still in cotton. "... Never mind that. I still don't think I can practice on anyone yet, apologies." Was not just the funny, then. Lots of scotch tape and stitches are going to be needed!
He shook his head, both as a response and trying to clear the blush that was forming thanks to her holding on to his hands again. "Doesn't hurt that much." Not anymore. Of course, at first it was a yes, but perhaps time had dulled that. The pain was mostly his imagination now. Or maybe just aftereffects of a tantrum, depending on the timing.
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Posted: Wed Aug 20, 2014 11:58 pm
He'd phrased it just right. She couldn't really be offended about not being an exception if it were a case where there wasn't one. Wouldn't prevent any subsequent pouting, but good enough. "Aaa~ You'll show me one day, won't you~?" Definitely a coquettish angle to that inquiry. That likely intimidating tone didn't linger however, replaced with something far more gentle. "Doesn't have to be today, by any means." She definitely had mixed feelings about him hurting himself to satisfy her stupid curiosity. Crying might have been a relief to how she felt, if crying didn't hurt so much. Still better than him lying and saying it didn't hurt just to keep her from worrying, she supposed.
Wishing for a little more normalcy, and comfort perhaps, she made the decision to shift the way she was sitting in order to hold hands more naturally. Had to be hard on their arms, holding them up for so long. She released his outer hand and turned to the side a bit, taking great care to make sure her body was out of the way and covered by the bedding. No hands resting upon her bare legs, nope. With an unnecessary look of concentration she held his right hand with her left, intertwining their fingers as was natural to do. Something almost normal! That task finished, the arm strain could come to an end as the hands could rest on the surface of the bed between the two of them. Ah, what an oddly exhausting endeavor. What was she going to do about more involved processes? What a dizzying prospect. The one at hand was more than enough to deal with for the time being, as what she had done finally began to sink in. Holding hands, just like she'd wanted! He didn't mind, did he? He could just push her away if that were the case. That opened up a dangerous path of thinking. She was being allowed to touch him. Her mind scrambled to escape from that train of thought as soon as it'd come across it. Her face was flushed enough from the innocent hand holding she'd wanted so much. Adding further awkwardness was just a completely unwelcome idea as far as she was concerned. On to light conversation!
"So~ Do you like my ears?" She twitched her cat ears at him pointedly. Wasn't as if he hadn't seen them before. Until she'd cloaked herself for the purpose of seeking candy and safety it was a very everyday sort of thing. But they both probably needed some sort of distracting and silly topic of discussion. "Sometimes, I make my tail match. Sometimes a forked nekomata tail... oh, and sometimes a fluffy cat tail." The spaded tip of her tail curled up at the thought of it. "Which can lead to not being able to move for a while, due to any tail huggers." She shrugged with her free arm. Just a side effect of being considered cute and cat-like, she figured.
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Posted: Thu Aug 21, 2014 2:13 am
"One day." When it comes. Yeah. He could tell himself that. Smile for Amarante! ..... Yeah, that would work. Sure. Never mind. Didn't even notice her little antics, huh. Hello? Is he in there? Oh wait, he is, and no he's not freezing up. Ooooh, trying to keep his temperature up from sheer willpower alone!
Aaaand as expected, it breaks the moment she brings up the cute little twitchy things - ah, ears. Right. But also it meant a different thing to think about, not the hands, not the smiles, not the - ears ears ears....
"...... They're cute." Short for 'I'm this close to just jumping on either your ears or tail and cuddling them until the day's up', perhaps. Which already some people had the unfortunate luck of seeing. And getting their heads cuddled. Today he should practice restraint, and therefore keep his hands to himself. Amarante might not be able to support a gangly fella latching onto her head just like that. No, shush, no trying to play with the ears. He poked at them enough just now already. He will sit there and be still.
Not. Already one finger ends up poking at her kitty ears. Two. Damn it. Whatever happened to that willpower?
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Posted: Thu Aug 21, 2014 5:14 am
"I'd like to see it~ So please keep that in mind!" Whether that worked better as encouragement or guilting was hard to say. Either way her tail was twitching happily as she looked upon him downright dotingly. Absurdly sweet and cheery. Holding his hand just seemed to amplify her deredere powers.
"Heh~" The tail twitching got a little faster as a happy shade of pink accented her cheeks. It'd been an answer she'd asked for rather than something he'd freely offered but obviously she didn't care about that. A good answer was a good answer regardless of how it came about, right? Hmm. Her expression became quite curious, eye wide as she felt herself being poked. "Did you want to pet them?" The small but meaningful rewards she'd received had apparently been very effective as the question was presented kindly and without even a hint of suggestiveness to it. "You're very welcome to, if that's what you'd like!" Her face and voice were almost unbearably sunny, happy tail movements continuing all the while. She loosened her grip, willing to free the prize that was his hand for the time being. She'd just target it again at a later time, or grasp it back if he declined her offer. Seemed to be an all right thing to be doing. The extreme android body cuddling was what ended up testing Miyabi's patience after all. Erhard imitating that same intensity would probably sooner crumble himself before it damaged Amarante. Oh, that was a good idea. Well, not the body crumbling. But to be gently cuddled by the likes of him... ah. The prospect of it made her grin deepen. Hopefully her ear wouldn't bleed as a result. She'd had the advantage of not really being surprised in that manner since they'd known each other, due to ending up in the more active role whether she liked it or not. It'd worked out well enough, especially since she wasn't nearly as aggressive as some of her peers. It was a nice thought, when she put it in that perspective. She'd keep her devilry to herself and keep mostly behaving for the time being. He could do as he liked.
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Posted: Thu Aug 21, 2014 5:37 am
"Ah..." Admitting it was harder than just doing so. Impolite, impolite! But it was enough to make his hand stay itself, slipping back under hers. Why under, though? ... Not explainable at the moment. Hmm. Quite unlike that embarrassed blush, he knew the explanation behind that. "... Apologies. I shouldn't have done..."
Yeah, apologize because of your other free hand that's gone to stroking her ears then.
"....." Well, he could only give an annoyed huff at that. Fine, only stroking though. Any more and he'd crush her head. Or smash his own arms. One was bound to give way in a flurry of manic cuddling. At least she um... likes it? She looked like she did, so that probably meant that he was not upsetting her. But he knew that well enough for himself, a face was merely a mask to wear, not a reliable indication of feelings. She could just be accommodating, so... Stop.
Good, now he can put his hand down.
"It's true though. You do look cute with them." Now that was a bit closer to the truth, rather than just placating her. But if that meant that she would be walking around with kitty ears more often.... Maybe he shouldn't have brought it up. "D-Don't take it to heart, though. Wait, I meant... If you don't want to wear them, then it's okay. No, wait, umm...."
And with that he dissolved back into that awkwardly shameful self with his head hung and hands behind his back, from just one messed-up remark. Practice was needed, lots of practice.
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