[Alois doesn't know what he expects, if he has expectations at this point at all, but his single intention is to follow orders without dwelling on them for his sake or Miyuki's. What else can he do? But it's difficult to put Miyuki's previous instances, little collection of aversions out of mind, and this is why, even in the act of obeying, he wants to draw as far away from him as possible, he feels repulsive, like he's doing something unforgivable, just as bad as the company he's encountered, for this much.
But soon enough Miyuki's responding to kiss with a bit of tongue, giving it a little more life than Alois was able, making it sweet, reaching into the pool of girl who the sinking boy inside of has been trying to solidify to clasp his hand, and the barer youth tenses in response, resistant. Which is an inkling of his wanting to respond in turn, because the kissing before had been so enjoyable, but he's weighing the risks.
He isn't mechanical Jim from before, he can't force that way of being, Claude's molded him into being too emotional, and emotion does seep from his shabby armor: nearly starting to bow his head away to break kiss before it's over with a little anxious, peeping whineābut stopping himself before he does, guilty closed eyes squeezing shut is a display of his acute awareness, a hand coming to lay at chest pressing down from his rigidity.
Alois' eyes flutter open, as well, in spite of himself, when Miyuki first pulls back, and they remain doubtfully downcast as he places peck to corner of lips, averting when in the periphery of his vision he can tell the older boy is taking a moment to read the screen.
His soft encouraging, hand and voice, are magnets for unsure eyes, younger one looking up, soon with dampened blinkingāhis assumption wasn't incorrect, he knew to look at him would lead to this, he's so sorry. He does slip closer, slow and nervous, but nevertheless, and shakes his head lightly, pressing thin arms to spilling eyes to try and subdue them.
He pats blindly for a way to make the atmosphere for them pleasant again, not tense, or dreadful, or unbearable. The girl is confident, but Alois' uncertainty overwhelms her, and they hiccup out:]
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But soon enough Miyuki's responding to kiss with a bit of tongue, giving it a little more life than Alois was able, making it sweet, reaching into the pool of girl who the sinking boy inside of has been trying to solidify to clasp his hand, and the barer youth tenses in response, resistant. Which is an inkling of his wanting to respond in turn, because the kissing before had been so enjoyable, but he's weighing the risks.
He isn't mechanical Jim from before, he can't force that way of being, Claude's molded him into being too emotional, and emotion does seep from his shabby armor: nearly starting to bow his head away to break kiss before it's over with a little anxious, peeping whineābut stopping himself before he does, guilty closed eyes squeezing shut is a display of his acute awareness, a hand coming to lay at chest pressing down from his rigidity.
Alois' eyes flutter open, as well, in spite of himself, when Miyuki first pulls back, and they remain doubtfully downcast as he places peck to corner of lips, averting when in the periphery of his vision he can tell the older boy is taking a moment to read the screen.
His soft encouraging, hand and voice, are magnets for unsure eyes, younger one looking up, soon with dampened blinkingāhis assumption wasn't incorrect, he knew to look at him would lead to this, he's so sorry. He does slip closer, slow and nervous, but nevertheless, and shakes his head lightly, pressing thin arms to spilling eyes to try and subdue them.
He pats blindly for a way to make the atmosphere for them pleasant again, not tense, or dreadful, or unbearable. The girl is confident, but Alois' uncertainty overwhelms her, and they hiccup out:]
That suitā really becomes you.