[ angel's brows rise at both the first comment and the last, head tilting at the last as well, as if considering it as well even though this is very much not the case. most of the attention goes to the way aki seems almost to press their hands tighter together through the cloth. it makes him frown and pull his hand back, a little too fast as if burned and possibly unless aki catches it, the cloth will fall and land on aki's thigh.
it's possible even through the napkin that aki might have been able to tell a little: warmth like when a person is just starting to get warm after being incredibly cold for a long long time, soft deceptively so for someone who wields weapons -- but not that much obviously, since angel would still rather die than work given the chance.
when he sighs, it sends his bangs flying up. ]
It's not my fault.
[ of course that's what he says before sinking backward into his own seat, looking sidelong at him anyway, as if to say: obviously.
there's a faint hit of pink in angel's cheeks, but for the moment, he doesn't realize it himself. ]
Whatever.
[ tacked on for no reason, he sighs and actually shifts his gaze to the window. ]
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it's possible even through the napkin that aki might have been able to tell a little: warmth like when a person is just starting to get warm after being incredibly cold for a long long time, soft deceptively so for someone who wields weapons -- but not that much obviously, since angel would still rather die than work given the chance.
when he sighs, it sends his bangs flying up. ]
It's not my fault.
[ of course that's what he says before sinking backward into his own seat, looking sidelong at him anyway, as if to say: obviously.
there's a faint hit of pink in angel's cheeks, but for the moment, he doesn't realize it himself. ]
Whatever.
[ tacked on for no reason, he sighs and actually shifts his gaze to the window. ]