[ It's true ... he might have swooned a little. His eyes might have widened, might have become momentarily starry at Gil's display of protective prowess. He might have found the follow-up sneeze endearing, too. All of those things very likely happened. His heart is far from stone, after all.
But the goo splattered everywhere, especially on them, is a little too much to tolerate. Adra is a fastidious person; he likes to be neat, trimmed, clean. He does not appreciate a mess, particularly not since he's presently physically attached to Gil, his forehead pressed against the other man's chest. For the Light's sake. ]
Let me--just--
[ He cringes as he presses his hand to the jelly-like substance. Heat flows from his open palm, causing the aello spit to loosen and soften. After a few moments, he's able to slowly, stickily pull away. Ugh. ]
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[ It's true ... he might have swooned a little. His eyes might have widened, might have become momentarily starry at Gil's display of protective prowess. He might have found the follow-up sneeze endearing, too. All of those things very likely happened. His heart is far from stone, after all.
But the goo splattered everywhere, especially on them, is a little too much to tolerate. Adra is a fastidious person; he likes to be neat, trimmed, clean. He does not appreciate a mess, particularly not since he's presently physically attached to Gil, his forehead pressed against the other man's chest. For the Light's sake. ]
Let me--just--
[ He cringes as he presses his hand to the jelly-like substance. Heat flows from his open palm, causing the aello spit to loosen and soften. After a few moments, he's able to slowly, stickily pull away. Ugh. ]