[ Sorry, not sorry about your little treasures, Keaton. The color rushing into Keaton's cheeks only makes Toma's smile widen into a grin. It's fun to mess with someone who is so easily embarrassed as Keaton is.
Toma opens his mouth to comment on the humidity, to make light of it because it's almost like this back home in Japan. To make fun of the way Keaton's damp hair curls even more now and how it's making his fuzzy ears look even cuter. High humidity is something Toma is used to and high temperatures as well but the heat is pretty overwhelming--
But the words never make it past his lips.
Instead, he finds himself pulled against Keaton and Toma oomph!s when his chin knocks against Keaton's collarbone. The sudden tug makes his head spin and Toma closes his eyes to inhale sharply through his nose. Something spicy fills his nose, something rich and earth and strong. It grounds him, drains the discomfort from his head and for a few moments, Toma doesn't move. Allows himself to sap from Keaton's solid body and from his mana.
Then he pushes himself away just a bit, voice a resigned but fond grumble. ]
Pushy, pushy! At least let me take off my jacket, we won't get very far otherwise.
[ Noodle arms mean that Toma can also wiggle his wrist out of Keaton's grasp so he can take off his jacket and roll up the sleeve of the undershirt beneath it. The wound definitely isn't a pretty sight. The bleeding stopped a while ago but the skin around it is swollen, blotchy and an angry red color. ]
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Toma opens his mouth to comment on the humidity, to make light of it because it's almost like this back home in Japan. To make fun of the way Keaton's damp hair curls even more now and how it's making his fuzzy ears look even cuter. High humidity is something Toma is used to and high temperatures as well but the heat is pretty overwhelming--
But the words never make it past his lips.
Instead, he finds himself pulled against Keaton and Toma oomph!s when his chin knocks against Keaton's collarbone. The sudden tug makes his head spin and Toma closes his eyes to inhale sharply through his nose. Something spicy fills his nose, something rich and earth and strong. It grounds him, drains the discomfort from his head and for a few moments, Toma doesn't move. Allows himself to sap from Keaton's solid body and from his mana.
Then he pushes himself away just a bit, voice a resigned but fond grumble. ]
Pushy, pushy! At least let me take off my jacket, we won't get very far otherwise.
[ Noodle arms mean that Toma can also wiggle his wrist out of Keaton's grasp so he can take off his jacket and roll up the sleeve of the undershirt beneath it. The wound definitely isn't a pretty sight. The bleeding stopped a while ago but the skin around it is swollen, blotchy and an angry red color. ]