[Doesn't care if he likes guys? What sort of person is Miyuki? Alois squints at him suspiciously, but his gaze sidles away soon enough, and while Miyuki goes back to looking, the younger boy on the bed idly moves to the edge of it. In his own small way, he tries to help from here, going onto his stomach to hang off the mattress and peer under the bed for a possibly missed escape.
Miyuki's telling him to try again by the time he sits up and onto his own calves, blowing his hair. Sensitive some— It's not the pleasantest of realizations, what occurs to him, and for a moment, he's left either staring owlishly with creeping humility at the back of Miyuki's head or perhaps his very own face if he's looked back. How can he put it where it isn't so... flagrant.
It could be that it's only a little addition, and not at all necessary, which would be, in this situation of no ideal outcomes, the most ideal outcome. This is too much. If Miyuki was a noble visiting the estate before Father's demise, he'd be a cool breeze, unflustered at all, trying to get under Miyuki's skin, if not to embarrass him, then to drive him to violence. Any reaction is nice. But that stupid... The stupid whatever-it-is that's imprisoned them here has left the spotlight on him, and he can hardly stand it. Why didn't they wake at the same time, so he could interrogate Miyuki for similarly shameful answers.
Going over all this in his head, he mechanically reaches over for one of the pillows, slipping the white case off, and then pulling it over his head. There. He can't see Miyuki, so he won't be able to see his expression when he surely says something that's bound to make him vomit.]
The only times I can remember it happening, [shares little Halloween ghost from the bed,] besides waking up to it accidentally, is when I was... very... um. I was overwhelmed, and— [The boy-shape under pillow case hunches, covering his mouth unseen, but must be heard by newly muffled voice:] not able... to think of anything else, because it was too much at one time... And I didn't even like it, it just happened! I didn't mean for it, so whatever you're thinking, stop thinking it right now, I didn't like it.
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Miyuki's telling him to try again by the time he sits up and onto his own calves, blowing his hair. Sensitive some— It's not the pleasantest of realizations, what occurs to him, and for a moment, he's left either staring owlishly with creeping humility at the back of Miyuki's head or perhaps his very own face if he's looked back. How can he put it where it isn't so... flagrant.
It could be that it's only a little addition, and not at all necessary, which would be, in this situation of no ideal outcomes, the most ideal outcome. This is too much. If Miyuki was a noble visiting the estate before Father's demise, he'd be a cool breeze, unflustered at all, trying to get under Miyuki's skin, if not to embarrass him, then to drive him to violence. Any reaction is nice. But that stupid... The stupid whatever-it-is that's imprisoned them here has left the spotlight on him, and he can hardly stand it. Why didn't they wake at the same time, so he could interrogate Miyuki for similarly shameful answers.
Going over all this in his head, he mechanically reaches over for one of the pillows, slipping the white case off, and then pulling it over his head. There. He can't see Miyuki, so he won't be able to see his expression when he surely says something that's bound to make him vomit.]
The only times I can remember it happening, [shares little Halloween ghost from the bed,] besides waking up to it accidentally, is when I was... very... um. I was overwhelmed, and— [The boy-shape under pillow case hunches, covering his mouth unseen, but must be heard by newly muffled voice:] not able... to think of anything else, because it was too much at one time... And I didn't even like it, it just happened! I didn't mean for it, so whatever you're thinking, stop thinking it right now, I didn't like it.