[Gradually, she descends toward him, standing firmly in place, taking her time, blue steady on watchful brown. Irises and pupils shift slightly between eyes and mouth, face tilted softly with intent, and does he understand her?
Her lips halt before his, and for a moment, simply for the excuse of touch, she brings hand up to cup and stroke his cheek. Briefly, and then murmurs,] Don't lift your hands, got it?
[Not that Miyuki would want to touch him at all, but he, and she, hopes hostage has made herself enough of a temptation that gang leader will at least feel mildly annoyed, if not more so, but neither of them are optimistic victims of unfortunate circumstance. They're both flailing blindly, trying to obscure their lack of faith in a shroud of cool composure.
But she does kiss him, as she meant, gently and with almost mirage-like contact, fluttery, despite the open mouthness of it. A message of gratitude for allowing her a chance at rescuing herself, while not giving away too much. And, perhaps, although unknown to the boy-girl duo, the same teasing game gangster and Miyuki had decided on themselves.
The truth is that he does want to rush through everything. Not driven by some great desire for the older boy, even with his good looks, but because he wants it to end, and hasn't the pattern been each task getting worse. Dressing each other up was a disguise of innocence: look where it's gotten them. Doesn't Miyuki know it's going to get worse? Is his hesitance a sign of purity, is he afraid because he has something to keep whole? Is it disgust? What Alois wants to do is slap and shake him, because the method they're using to lean against each other with is prolonging everything.
This is how it is, however, and he has no interest, damning instructions aside, to seem eager. There's a permanence of self-disgust upon him like a second skin, but it's been a couple of years since he felt this painfully aware of it; and that locked in his throat itch to cry hasn't at all subsided, but if Miyuki can't stand him, it's because he deserves it. And if Miyuki, at any point in their captivity, or in going home, thinks what an abhorrent, unforgivably, contemptible child Alois is, it's because that's what he is, and so isn't it a matter of committing to what he's always been?
There's no signs of any of this, the thrashing salt water in her esophagus, and she draws away with a close-mouthed giggle, only after kissing him long enough to invoke the possibility of more, before yanking her every cell away. She's careful in stepping back to her former spot, Alois glancing up at the screen to ponder how to proceed next. Does it want him to expose himself entirely, was that short show enough? Where are Miyuki's proactive instructions? Is whoever it is keeping them here aware of how demeaning it is to throw oneself at someone who doesn't want them, even with a costume on?
If there are any clues of Alois' own distaste for the situation, it unintentionally displays itself here, with his soulless stare on the monitor, his resignation to all of it. Only a flicker, and then, how quickly can he reassume his role, turning face back to him endearingly, with airy giggle, eyes lighting up again, a different person, premature triumphant delight from girl-hostage. She doesn't think she's convinced the man of anything, but it is so fun to taunt.]
If anything, [engaging him in small talk,] it'll be nice for you to enjoy yourself, won't it? [Elbows bending upward, so she can reach behind and undo the button at the topmost part of the dress at the back of her neck.] I could be wrong, but you seem all business. Don't want to get wrinkles, do you?
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Her lips halt before his, and for a moment, simply for the excuse of touch, she brings hand up to cup and stroke his cheek. Briefly, and then murmurs,] Don't lift your hands, got it?
[Not that Miyuki would want to touch him at all, but he, and she, hopes hostage has made herself enough of a temptation that gang leader will at least feel mildly annoyed, if not more so, but neither of them are optimistic victims of unfortunate circumstance. They're both flailing blindly, trying to obscure their lack of faith in a shroud of cool composure.
But she does kiss him, as she meant, gently and with almost mirage-like contact, fluttery, despite the open mouthness of it. A message of gratitude for allowing her a chance at rescuing herself, while not giving away too much. And, perhaps, although unknown to the boy-girl duo, the same teasing game gangster and Miyuki had decided on themselves.
The truth is that he does want to rush through everything. Not driven by some great desire for the older boy, even with his good looks, but because he wants it to end, and hasn't the pattern been each task getting worse. Dressing each other up was a disguise of innocence: look where it's gotten them. Doesn't Miyuki know it's going to get worse? Is his hesitance a sign of purity, is he afraid because he has something to keep whole? Is it disgust? What Alois wants to do is slap and shake him, because the method they're using to lean against each other with is prolonging everything.
This is how it is, however, and he has no interest, damning instructions aside, to seem eager. There's a permanence of self-disgust upon him like a second skin, but it's been a couple of years since he felt this painfully aware of it; and that locked in his throat itch to cry hasn't at all subsided, but if Miyuki can't stand him, it's because he deserves it. And if Miyuki, at any point in their captivity, or in going home, thinks what an abhorrent, unforgivably, contemptible child Alois is, it's because that's what he is, and so isn't it a matter of committing to what he's always been?
There's no signs of any of this, the thrashing salt water in her esophagus, and she draws away with a close-mouthed giggle, only after kissing him long enough to invoke the possibility of more, before yanking her every cell away. She's careful in stepping back to her former spot, Alois glancing up at the screen to ponder how to proceed next. Does it want him to expose himself entirely, was that short show enough? Where are Miyuki's proactive instructions? Is whoever it is keeping them here aware of how demeaning it is to throw oneself at someone who doesn't want them, even with a costume on?
If there are any clues of Alois' own distaste for the situation, it unintentionally displays itself here, with his soulless stare on the monitor, his resignation to all of it. Only a flicker, and then, how quickly can he reassume his role, turning face back to him endearingly, with airy giggle, eyes lighting up again, a different person, premature triumphant delight from girl-hostage. She doesn't think she's convinced the man of anything, but it is so fun to taunt.]
If anything, [engaging him in small talk,] it'll be nice for you to enjoy yourself, won't it? [Elbows bending upward, so she can reach behind and undo the button at the topmost part of the dress at the back of her neck.] I could be wrong, but you seem all business. Don't want to get wrinkles, do you?