[ composure wavers. his neck cranes to fix rust a sidelong glance, and for a moment it is as though kaji chose to read insult where there was none. then it's gone. buried, literally. he nods an acknowledgment, trying not to look as amused as he feels. it is mostly successful other than the twist of his mouth. covered, vainly, for reasons previously alluded to: ]
I hear you thinking about honey. [ he presses the scarf to his nose, all the while his eyes train on rust. knowing but saying nothing, wanting but choosing to toy the line rather than overstep it, letting its scent fill him through the veil barrier. it doesn't smell like honey. ] Hm. I don't smell anything.
[ fascinating, and for less suggestive reasons than one might think. time to roll with the wave of his next impulse, the fingers of his free hand twitching over the mess rhan's left for them. the scarf returned from whence it came. ( I know you like it fresh - )] - All for you. I'll check out her closet.
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I hear you thinking about honey. [ he presses the scarf to his nose, all the while his eyes train on rust. knowing but saying nothing, wanting but choosing to toy the line rather than overstep it, letting its scent fill him through the veil barrier. it doesn't smell like honey. ] Hm. I don't smell anything.
[ fascinating, and for less suggestive reasons than one might think. time to roll with the wave of his next impulse, the fingers of his free hand twitching over the mess rhan's left for them. the scarf returned from whence it came. ( I know you like it fresh - ) ] - All for you. I'll check out her closet.