[If Eichi had flung himself at him, they might've both gone down, but his staggered footsteps give Hiyori plenty of warning. His arms raise instinctively and he grabs at Eichi's back, keeping them both on their feet, albeit with the other boy heavily leaning on him.
Goodness, Eichi really is about to collapse from heat exhaustion. What should he do? When they were kids, Eichi's family always had servants and doctors who'd rush over to help at times like these! First, he supposes he should find him some shade. Then fetch him some water. Then, er... maybe dump a bucket of cold water on his head? There's also the sponge bath option, but he really does not want to give Eichi one of those...
But before he can drag the poor sadsack underneath one of the umbrellas, or do any of that other stuff, Eichi speaks again, the words muffled against Hiyori's neck. It triggers a slight shiver, the feeling of those lips on his skin, though he'd surely deny that with every fiber of his being if ever he was asked. But as for what Eichi actually said to him, he doesn't get it!]
What are you—
[He doesn't get it... at first. Then it starts to dawn on him.
A flushed face. An odd look in the eyes. Close bodily contact. Calling him "dense" when asked if he was dying from a heatstroke. And now this strange, high keening noise as he buries his head against him, hair tickling underneath his chin. And all of this is happening at the Golden Peacock, 5-star casino and resort built just for perverts!]
...!
[The knot in his stomach tightens. Oh, no.]
Say, Eichi-kun...
[He swallows. His earlier frustration is gone; now he sounds... hesitant.]
Were you eating something a minute ago? You ate something weird, and once you'd finished, your body started to feel strangely hot and sensitive... is that what happened?
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Goodness, Eichi really is about to collapse from heat exhaustion. What should he do? When they were kids, Eichi's family always had servants and doctors who'd rush over to help at times like these! First, he supposes he should find him some shade. Then fetch him some water. Then, er... maybe dump a bucket of cold water on his head? There's also the sponge bath option, but he really does not want to give Eichi one of those...
But before he can drag the poor sadsack underneath one of the umbrellas, or do any of that other stuff, Eichi speaks again, the words muffled against Hiyori's neck. It triggers a slight shiver, the feeling of those lips on his skin, though he'd surely deny that with every fiber of his being if ever he was asked. But as for what Eichi actually said to him, he doesn't get it!]
What are you—
[He doesn't get it... at first. Then it starts to dawn on him.
A flushed face. An odd look in the eyes. Close bodily contact. Calling him "dense" when asked if he was dying from a heatstroke. And now this strange, high keening noise as he buries his head against him, hair tickling underneath his chin. And all of this is happening at the Golden Peacock, 5-star casino and resort built just for perverts!]
...!
[The knot in his stomach tightens. Oh, no.]
Say, Eichi-kun...
[He swallows. His earlier frustration is gone; now he sounds... hesitant.]
Were you eating something a minute ago? You ate something weird, and once you'd finished, your body started to feel strangely hot and sensitive... is that what happened?