( The way he asks it is playful, followed by a soft laugh that absolutely doesn't mind the way he's pulled closer. It's cute, watching Fuuta get overwhelmed by this strange behavior that's been following him around the resort. He's connected the dots, by now, figured that there was something off about this scent he's been fixed with today. But this?
This is nice, as long as he doesn't think about it for too long. The attention, the care, the huffy little embarrassment because he's getting to him. Even if it makes some core part of his heart ache deeply with want, with the need for something he can't have, that doesn't belong to him— even if this is just another of the House's cruel-and-kind little games... Why shouldn't he enjoy it? )
Thank you.
( It's the only reason he thanks him so genuinely. Words like that are normally hidden behind layers of stubborn huffiness, but today, he tucks closer just enough to nearly whisper them into Fuuta's ear, like they're just for him to hear. Manipulative, maybe... But he's not the one who made this scent, and it's his birthday, so is it really so wrong to try his best to have fun with it? )
It was overwhelming, to be honest. Everyone has been acting so strangely around me, when they've never cared before... I almost want to run away and hide, you know?
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( The way he asks it is playful, followed by a soft laugh that absolutely doesn't mind the way he's pulled closer. It's cute, watching Fuuta get overwhelmed by this strange behavior that's been following him around the resort. He's connected the dots, by now, figured that there was something off about this scent he's been fixed with today. But this?
This is nice, as long as he doesn't think about it for too long. The attention, the care, the huffy little embarrassment because he's getting to him. Even if it makes some core part of his heart ache deeply with want, with the need for something he can't have, that doesn't belong to him— even if this is just another of the House's cruel-and-kind little games... Why shouldn't he enjoy it? )
Thank you.
( It's the only reason he thanks him so genuinely. Words like that are normally hidden behind layers of stubborn huffiness, but today, he tucks closer just enough to nearly whisper them into Fuuta's ear, like they're just for him to hear. Manipulative, maybe... But he's not the one who made this scent, and it's his birthday, so is it really so wrong to try his best to have fun with it? )
It was overwhelming, to be honest. Everyone has been acting so strangely around me, when they've never cared before... I almost want to run away and hide, you know?