[ In truth, he's not even sure himself why he's bothering to intervene.
Like -- this isn't any of his business? Esikko can take care of himself? And wasn't he the one casually talking about being showered with gifts because he's a prince, or whatever? In truth, Fuuta's already sort of regretting have injected himself into the situation, especially when he feels multiple pairs of eyes settle on him as the various employees tear their loving gazes away from Esikko to assess him instead. Feeling so many stares fixed on him has his nerves bristling, his stomach churning a little, and Fuuta does almost start backing away.
It's only that strange, sweet smell in the air that keeps him rooted in the spot for a few seconds too long. And once Esikko closes the distance between them, well. -- that affirmation means he did the right thing, right? So he doesn't need to feel so unnerved by the stares fixed on him. He's doing a good thing! He knows he is! ]
Uh. [ Actually, the last thing he cares about any more is hoodies. But Esikko makes the suggestion, and it feels weirdly hard to just say 'no.' ] Sure. Right.
[ He isn't thinking at all when he turns back towards the racks of hoodies he'd been looking at -- snagging Esikko's hand as he turns away, to make sure he's keeping the other close even as he snatches up the garment he'd been looking at. (It's almost the same as what he's wearing right now???) ]
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Like -- this isn't any of his business? Esikko can take care of himself? And wasn't he the one casually talking about being showered with gifts because he's a prince, or whatever? In truth, Fuuta's already sort of regretting have injected himself into the situation, especially when he feels multiple pairs of eyes settle on him as the various employees tear their loving gazes away from Esikko to assess him instead. Feeling so many stares fixed on him has his nerves bristling, his stomach churning a little, and Fuuta does almost start backing away.
It's only that strange, sweet smell in the air that keeps him rooted in the spot for a few seconds too long. And once Esikko closes the distance between them, well. -- that affirmation means he did the right thing, right? So he doesn't need to feel so unnerved by the stares fixed on him. He's doing a good thing! He knows he is! ]
Uh. [ Actually, the last thing he cares about any more is hoodies. But Esikko makes the suggestion, and it feels weirdly hard to just say 'no.' ] Sure. Right.
[ He isn't thinking at all when he turns back towards the racks of hoodies he'd been looking at -- snagging Esikko's hand as he turns away, to make sure he's keeping the other close even as he snatches up the garment he'd been looking at. (It's almost the same as what he's wearing right now???) ]