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There was something foreign and a little scary about getting measurements done. Hands not his own were touching and caressing his skin as Issos sized up his wrist. Part of him felt attacked and wanted to pull away, but another part almost liked it. He couldn't be sure if he felt danger from this, or if he was mistaking alarm for excitement.

"Makes sense.." He murmured, his cheeks redder than he would have cared to admit. He flexed out his fingers straight for him, the digits already adorned with various decoration.

Otto gave an awkward, jerking shake of his head. "No, no. I'm fine." He mumbled defensively. His mind was swimming with thoughts and ideas he'd dare not utter. Hell forbid he let Issos know his thoughts and feelings. That would be the worst thing he could do.

To distract himself, he thought of what Issos might make for him. What would he design? What would it look like? What colours would it be? In Issos's mind, what would he wish to make for just Otto?