[ Aki can't help it. As cold as he comes across, as stern and strict as his tone of voice suggests, he acts out of kindness and care. Maybe it's part of being an older brother? Or maybe it's part of having to raise himself after his parent's tragic demise? Whatever it is, it doesn't match his face. Stoic expression and intense eyes as he carefully attempts to look after his partner.
He knows it must be strange for Angel, a human, his work partner, fussing over him over something so small as a little ice cream on his face. Mindful of the fact Angel might not be comfortable, he's about to ask if he wants to do it himself when Aki spots the slight color in Angel's cheeks. Huh, that's not a stain from the ice cream, is it? Gently moving the handkerchief a little higher, delicately brushing over the flush to confirm it wasn't food. ]
It doesn't hurt does it?
[ His voice almost soft, if you could call anything about Aki 'soft' ]
Your skin. It's soft. The sugar and cream didn't irritate it, did it?
[ Turning his hand over in the cloth so that he could lightly brush the back of his fingers against Angel's cheek, daring to carefully brush an unruly bang of that red hair aside as it hung over Angel's face. ]
You need your seatbelt on.
[ Said like an afterthought as Aki lent further over them, a hand pressed into the side of Angel's seat, ever so slightly his wrist would bump the side of the Devil's thigh before reaching over them to pull the belt across and clip it in place before reluctantly shifting back into his own seat.
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He knows it must be strange for Angel, a human, his work partner, fussing over him over something so small as a little ice cream on his face. Mindful of the fact Angel might not be comfortable, he's about to ask if he wants to do it himself when Aki spots the slight color in Angel's cheeks. Huh, that's not a stain from the ice cream, is it? Gently moving the handkerchief a little higher, delicately brushing over the flush to confirm it wasn't food. ]
It doesn't hurt does it?
[ His voice almost soft, if you could call anything about Aki 'soft' ]
Your skin. It's soft. The sugar and cream didn't irritate it, did it?
[ Turning his hand over in the cloth so that he could lightly brush the back of his fingers against Angel's cheek, daring to carefully brush an unruly bang of that red hair aside as it hung over Angel's face. ]
You need your seatbelt on.
[ Said like an afterthought as Aki lent further over them, a hand pressed into the side of Angel's seat, ever so slightly his wrist would bump the side of the Devil's thigh before reaching over them to pull the belt across and clip it in place before reluctantly shifting back into his own seat.