[He avoids the offered hand with a wary glare. But he's doing his best to let down his boundaries and actively open himself to someone... so after a minute, he seizes the hand, gripping it like he's the one holding it for the benefit of Olivine and not the other way around.]
[He's working up the nerve to say something, and it comes out rather bluntly, his face hot and blushed.]
...I want to use my mouth. ...That's... the urge you asked me about... I'm almost sure.
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[He's working up the nerve to say something, and it comes out rather bluntly, his face hot and blushed.]
...I want to use my mouth. ...That's... the urge you asked me about... I'm almost sure.