[ If it were somewhere like a public bath or the locker room back home then he could think nothing of it. But if that were so, he wouldn't even be here, made to watch the dress peeled down for pale skin and feel tension like water rising all around him, cold and deep. Inching higher up the more is revealed until the level is pressing in around his chest. Only when the younger boy stops does it still, remaining even when Miyuki catches a glimpse of his fellow captive behind the girl with her hand around his neck.
But she's back, and Miyuki isn't safe. The dress falls lower, the water rises in turn, and the boy lifts his chin slightly as it feels like his throat's engulfed. Again there is a pause, and the change in light triggers something now in his brain, knowing that it means a potential change in tack or at the least that it needs his attention. Miyuki's gaze darts over.
And he gasps for air, sharp and quick, clenching hands into the mattress before he sets his eyes back on the girl again. That... He almost forgot. His orders were so simple and yet he dropped them in the span of a blink. Shaken out from the costume of a man, Miyuki looks for a moment frazzled, vague anger for the feeling of being tricked, for falling for it. Looking almost lost when he searches the figure before him and can't find the other boy's gaze anymore, no longer knows the totality of the instructions behind it. Alois is still there, though, isn't he? He can see him — that reluctance. He —
The dress falls and the water takes him under. His eyes are to her but he's not breathing, still as stone as that pressure surrounding his chest covers his mind. His eyes can't leave, and they start to fall over the other. That slender softness that... is so odd on a boy. And there is the feeling like something is off, all at once Alois appears so apparently small.
And there, Miyuki finds relief. It is as though someone pulled the stopper, water draining down and allowing him room to breathe, to think. Seeing Alois' person almost bare is a stark reminder that the other boy is young, and enough to keep that heavy weight of before firmly down. With the fleeting looks of shame he'd caught as well, Miyuki wishes to take his own suit jacket and cover the boy, hide him from their captor.
And from whatever that last prompt was; that unknown that sets him on edge and keeps him, while pitying, that littlest bit wary of what the other boy is going to do.
The outrage for their situation he's felt before draws up again, but he merely recognizes it and moves on. Miyuki takes in a full breath, lets it out, and the roving look over her is admiring, yes. But it is so obvious that Miyuki's gripping at the back of the gangster's head, fingers snarled, making him do it. ]
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But she's back, and Miyuki isn't safe. The dress falls lower, the water rises in turn, and the boy lifts his chin slightly as it feels like his throat's engulfed. Again there is a pause, and the change in light triggers something now in his brain, knowing that it means a potential change in tack or at the least that it needs his attention. Miyuki's gaze darts over.
And he gasps for air, sharp and quick, clenching hands into the mattress before he sets his eyes back on the girl again. That... He almost forgot. His orders were so simple and yet he dropped them in the span of a blink. Shaken out from the costume of a man, Miyuki looks for a moment frazzled, vague anger for the feeling of being tricked, for falling for it. Looking almost lost when he searches the figure before him and can't find the other boy's gaze anymore, no longer knows the totality of the instructions behind it. Alois is still there, though, isn't he? He can see him — that reluctance. He —
The dress falls and the water takes him under. His eyes are to her but he's not breathing, still as stone as that pressure surrounding his chest covers his mind. His eyes can't leave, and they start to fall over the other. That slender softness that... is so odd on a boy. And there is the feeling like something is off, all at once Alois appears so apparently small.
And there, Miyuki finds relief. It is as though someone pulled the stopper, water draining down and allowing him room to breathe, to think. Seeing Alois' person almost bare is a stark reminder that the other boy is young, and enough to keep that heavy weight of before firmly down. With the fleeting looks of shame he'd caught as well, Miyuki wishes to take his own suit jacket and cover the boy, hide him from their captor.
And from whatever that last prompt was; that unknown that sets him on edge and keeps him, while pitying, that littlest bit wary of what the other boy is going to do.
The outrage for their situation he's felt before draws up again, but he merely recognizes it and moves on. Miyuki takes in a full breath, lets it out, and the roving look over her is admiring, yes. But it is so obvious that Miyuki's gripping at the back of the gangster's head, fingers snarled, making him do it. ]
... One night's not gonna fix that.