[ He should probably protest that Esikko doesn't need to pay. He could've paid for the hoodie himself? It's not like he asked for that discount or anything? But -- he's having a weirdly hard time mustering up his usual flavor of combative barking. Maybe because his mind is a little overwhelmed by thoughts of how nice Esikko smells.
Which is a slightly creepy thing to be thinking, he knows. And it's not like he's unused to that weird, floral scent that Esikko usually seems to carry? Something about his blood? But it's a bit different this time, a heady aroma woven through the very air around them, and Fuuta finds his thoughts spinning a little every time he inhales. He's scattered and distracted enough that he gives a little jump when Esikko suddenly pulls closer to him, and he ends up holding his breath for a moment, his voice emerging a little squeaky as a result when he yaps: ]
-- s-shut up. You think I'm some loser trying to roleplay as a white knight in public? Get real. [ This would be a lot more convincing if he wasn't reflexively wrapping his arm over Esikko's back, hand squeezing at Esikko's shoulder to pull him even closer. Fuuta clearly isn't even thinking about what he's doing, his gaze still nervously scanning the crowd bustling around them. ] Just bothered me that they were making all that fuss and not even doing their jobs. They're still employees, aren't they? Even if this place is like this. So they should've been doing their job.
[ Unfortunately for him, all that yapping means he needs to take a breath afterwards. There goes however much he'd gathered his thoughts, and before he can help himself, he ends up adding, ]
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Which is a slightly creepy thing to be thinking, he knows. And it's not like he's unused to that weird, floral scent that Esikko usually seems to carry? Something about his blood? But it's a bit different this time, a heady aroma woven through the very air around them, and Fuuta finds his thoughts spinning a little every time he inhales. He's scattered and distracted enough that he gives a little jump when Esikko suddenly pulls closer to him, and he ends up holding his breath for a moment, his voice emerging a little squeaky as a result when he yaps: ]
-- s-shut up. You think I'm some loser trying to roleplay as a white knight in public? Get real. [ This would be a lot more convincing if he wasn't reflexively wrapping his arm over Esikko's back, hand squeezing at Esikko's shoulder to pull him even closer. Fuuta clearly isn't even thinking about what he's doing, his gaze still nervously scanning the crowd bustling around them. ] Just bothered me that they were making all that fuss and not even doing their jobs. They're still employees, aren't they? Even if this place is like this. So they should've been doing their job.
[ Unfortunately for him, all that yapping means he needs to take a breath afterwards. There goes however much he'd gathered his thoughts, and before he can help himself, he ends up adding, ]
And you looked like you were having trouble. So.