[ Genya is relieved when she doesn’t call him a creep and refuse to follow him. A small sigh escapes him before he sniffs, likewise affected by the weight of the pollen. It’s difficult to walk anywhere within the conservatory without breathing it in. It doesn’t help that his skin still tingles, every nerve demanding that he explore new texture and touch things.
Why he is keenly aware of how she slightly unzips her jacket is even lost on him. Still, he is, but he keeps his eyes forward through the haze of pollen with sheer willpower. ]
Probably. You could still be allergic to them, [ he shakes his head before sneezing lightly, a kittenish sound in contrast to his sharp features. it forces him to take one devious hand out of his pocket to cover his nose and mouth. ] but it’s not helping… do you feel warm too?
[ An unbidden question brought by the agonizing bead of sweat trialing down his spine, and not from the nerves of being around a pretty woman—even if he has plenty of those too. ]
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Why he is keenly aware of how she slightly unzips her jacket is even lost on him. Still, he is, but he keeps his eyes forward through the haze of pollen with sheer willpower. ]
Probably. You could still be allergic to them, [ he shakes his head before sneezing lightly, a kittenish sound in contrast to his sharp features. it forces him to take one devious hand out of his pocket to cover his nose and mouth. ] but it’s not helping… do you feel warm too?
[ An unbidden question brought by the agonizing bead of sweat trialing down his spine, and not from the nerves of being around a pretty woman—even if he has plenty of those too. ]