( composure, composure. regaining himself, though still a little flustered by the proximity, he tries to find quickly some excuse that might allow him to enjoy some proximity without seeming, like, desperate, even if he
is, a little bit. he'd never been particularly touchy or discourteous of personal space even while his cohorts had been alive, but he never realized how much it was a privilege until he had to go without it. even the scientists pulling and prodding in indifferent fascination him was, sometimes, more welcome than nothing. it was all gnawing at bones on an empty plate.
thumbing the tentacle curiously, with care - he doesn't know if these tear or hurt - he brings it to his lips, which is the nearest symbol of acceptance as he can picture. )
... I'd like it if you did. As I've said, I don't tend to meet very many others these days, so . . . I'm a little bit shy, is all. But . . .
( letting his hand fall to his chest, he ... chances leaning forward, reaching tentatively to run his fingers through wataru's hair, drawing it over his shoulder. the movement is a lot smoother than his heartbeats, erratic and anxious, would have wataru believe. )
. . . you're fascinating, and unique. I'd like if we could be companions, of sorts.
( ... maybe that was a little too forward...? but he seems the type to prefer that ... mm, but maybe he should somehow circumvent what he's just said and dilute it, because if wataru were to reject him point-blank it'd be a little bit much, but then again he's seemed receptive so far so maybe ... )
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is, a little bit. he'd never been particularly touchy or discourteous of personal space even while his cohorts had been alive, but he never realized how much it was a privilege until he had to go without it. even the scientists pulling and prodding in indifferent fascination him was, sometimes, more welcome than nothing. it was all gnawing at bones on an empty plate.
thumbing the tentacle curiously, with care - he doesn't know if these tear or hurt - he brings it to his lips, which is the nearest symbol of acceptance as he can picture. )
... I'd like it if you did. As I've said, I don't tend to meet very many others these days, so . . . I'm a little bit shy, is all. But . . .
( letting his hand fall to his chest, he ... chances leaning forward, reaching tentatively to run his fingers through wataru's hair, drawing it over his shoulder. the movement is a lot smoother than his heartbeats, erratic and anxious, would have wataru believe. )
. . . you're fascinating, and unique. I'd like if we could be companions, of sorts.
( ... maybe that was a little too forward...? but he seems the type to prefer that ... mm, but maybe he should somehow circumvent what he's just said and dilute it, because if wataru were to reject him point-blank it'd be a little bit much, but then again he's seemed receptive so far so maybe ... )