[ Mine doesn't offer the indulgence of asking how Kanda'd taken it; he doesn't think Nishikiyama even wants it. He'd heard the man cheer and howl, something that quietly amazes him.
Compulsively, while getting dressed, Mine keeps pushing his hair back, until the remaining product that didn't get washed out lets it sit in some way like his normal style. Still, unusually lose. He's aware of Nishikiyama's eyes on him, they barely wander. ]
I did it for you. [ Mine's pretend to be nowhere in particular, honest but reserving something, knowing that Nishikiyama's comment hadn't been meant for much. ]
[ Nishikiyama's heart flutters in his chest at the statement, but his face only sort of winces in turn, like he doesn't know how to respond. Not out of pain, but out of unfamiliarity. He hasn't had someone say something like that to him in a long, long time. Eventually, his eyes soften beneath his brows. The look in his eyes that had been so fixed is now fleeting like he's careful to have it noticed. He finds somewhere else with his gaze. ]
Thought so. [ His throat tightens. ] βThat's fine, though. I like it better that way.
[ Then, embarrassment. Should he have even said so? Mine's face is still handsome when he looks up to see it again, and Nishikiyama's mouth pulls with some uncertainty. He tries running the moment over, deliberately leaving no room or pause for Mine to linger too long on the sentiment. ]
[ Mine'd asked already, if he's wrong to think and do so. Nishikiyama's delay and changed expression almost make him want to repeat it, not because he really believes the patriarch has made up his mind differently, but to be candid in the way Nishikiyama'd commended. He'd liked praise for that, too.
Mine doesn't go searching for the look that avoids him, though. Same tightness, presumably, that squeezes Nishikiyama's throat settles beneath his breastbone. He couldn't say anything in between if the other man let him, frankly, finding himself wound around the sensation. Having another reason isn't unwelcome; he feels strange and flighty.
Nishikiyama's impatience helpsβ ] Yes, [ Somewhere else means something this time. Mine slides his tie up tight against the collar, replacing the other feeling. ] Let's go.
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Date: 2024-02-06 03:35 pm (UTC)Compulsively, while getting dressed, Mine keeps pushing his hair back, until the remaining product that didn't get washed out lets it sit in some way like his normal style. Still, unusually lose. He's aware of Nishikiyama's eyes on him, they barely wander. ]
I did it for you. [ Mine's pretend to be nowhere in particular, honest but reserving something, knowing that Nishikiyama's comment hadn't been meant for much. ]
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Date: 2024-02-06 03:49 pm (UTC)Thought so. [ His throat tightens. ] βThat's fine, though. I like it better that way.
[ Then, embarrassment. Should he have even said so? Mine's face is still handsome when he looks up to see it again, and Nishikiyama's mouth pulls with some uncertainty. He tries running the moment over, deliberately leaving no room or pause for Mine to linger too long on the sentiment. ]
You done? Hurry up, let's go somewhere else.
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Date: 2024-02-07 09:12 am (UTC)Mine doesn't go searching for the look that avoids him, though. Same tightness, presumably, that squeezes Nishikiyama's throat settles beneath his breastbone. He couldn't say anything in between if the other man let him, frankly, finding himself wound around the sensation. Having another reason isn't unwelcome; he feels strange and flighty.
Nishikiyama's impatience helpsβ ] Yes, [ Somewhere else means something this time. Mine slides his tie up tight against the collar, replacing the other feeling. ] Let's go.