( Now he's being scolded, for some reason, and though there's such a familiar irritation scribbling itself into knots in his own chest, he can't rid himself of the desire to do something a little untoward about it. The idea that Eichi could do something to shut Hiyori up, to make him stop for even just two seconds, is honestly overwhelming at this point— he staggers into another step forward, closer beyond anything he normally seeks out, and just about half collapses against Hiyori. Either he catches him, or they both fall into the sand! )
Surely you can't actually be this dense...
( The words are muttered, a sort of biting harshness usually reserved in quiet moments between himself and people like Hiyori, but he presses them into the other's neck, if he can get away with it. Like revenge of his own, though he can hardly manage it.
His body is on fire, and any contact he does make with the other idol will likely reveal that quickly enough. Maybe it does seem like he's having heat stroke. But that's not his only symptom... At this rate, though, he's becoming more and more certain that he's going to die of blue balls here on the beach. This is horrible. He reached out in a moment of desperation and grabbed the absolutely worst person he could have, possibly, for any sort of help—
When Eichi tries to let out a noise of frustration, the tone is a little too high, and he slumps further, burying his head in either Hiyori or the sand. He doesn't care right now. He'll just die, it's fine. )
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Surely you can't actually be this dense...
( The words are muttered, a sort of biting harshness usually reserved in quiet moments between himself and people like Hiyori, but he presses them into the other's neck, if he can get away with it. Like revenge of his own, though he can hardly manage it.
His body is on fire, and any contact he does make with the other idol will likely reveal that quickly enough. Maybe it does seem like he's having heat stroke. But that's not his only symptom... At this rate, though, he's becoming more and more certain that he's going to die of blue balls here on the beach. This is horrible. He reached out in a moment of desperation and grabbed the absolutely worst person he could have, possibly, for any sort of help—
When Eichi tries to let out a noise of frustration, the tone is a little too high, and he slumps further, burying his head in either Hiyori or the sand. He doesn't care right now. He'll just die, it's fine. )