( The way his wrist is grabbed like that is certainly a surprise— slightly widened eyes that he tries to quickly adjust, a little race of his heart... It's all exciting, though, rather than anything scary. In fact... )
Are you mad?
( Even the way that question falls out of his mouth is telling. He's practically elated by this reaction, sparkling blue eyes searching Kirma's face for more of an answer. He curls the fingers of his captured wrist into his own palm, his free hand slipping between their bodies to grip lightly at Kirma's chest.
What a strong little man his bodyguard is. He humors him with a duck of his head, so that the inches are even closer, and their noses almost touch. )
Maybe I'm not. But that has me all the more curious about a reaction like this, you know.
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Are you mad?
( Even the way that question falls out of his mouth is telling. He's practically elated by this reaction, sparkling blue eyes searching Kirma's face for more of an answer. He curls the fingers of his captured wrist into his own palm, his free hand slipping between their bodies to grip lightly at Kirma's chest.
What a strong little man his bodyguard is. He humors him with a duck of his head, so that the inches are even closer, and their noses almost touch. )
Maybe I'm not. But that has me all the more curious about a reaction like this, you know.