As though running into Eichi-kun wasn't bad enough, he had to run into an Eichi-kun who'd been drugged! An Eichi-kun who ingested the sort of drug that makes you feel, well... a drug that makes you feel that way! And now that very same Eichi-kun is clinging to him like a lifeline, breathing heavily against his neck! All while some seagull-headed lifeguard flexes their muscles a few yards away, adding insult to injury! Everything is just awful. Horrible!
Eichi will find Hiyori's expression to be one of extreme consternation when he pulls back. If he even looks there—he seems to be more interested in his body. For better or for worse, Hiyori is showing less skin than just about anyone else on this beach. Going shirtless isn't an option now that he has that unwanted tattoo on his back, and so he's wearing a zip-up hoodie with matching seafoam bottoms (plus a stylish hair ornament). Whenever one of the staff squawks at him to show more skin, he just unzips the hoodie and blows them a kiss. That always takes care of it!
But, you know, whether he's clothed or not, being eyeballed by Eichi is still rather skin-crawling. Especially with some breathy little "I want" preceding it!
Before he can remind Eichi where his eyes are, his shoulders are grabbed and he's turned around. Eichi's grip isn't the strongest, but he's disoriented enough that he goes with it. Or maybe it's just less actively uncomfortable than being face-to-face. Still, with Eichi still holding onto him and saying he may die, something must be done here. So.
He'll just talk like everything hasn't gone horribly wrong. Great plan!]
There's basically nothing but places to go, since the resort's unreasonably huge. My room's back down on the eighth floor, so it'll take a while to get there. This whole area's attached to the garden, though, so we might as well head that way. Though we'll want to stay away from the flowers...
[Since some of those have that special pollen, allegedly. What might happen if someone who's already been drugged (and who already had a weak body to start with) got drugged a second time?
...]
On second thought, maybe I'll just toss you into the pool. Or a shower stall. A cold shower seems like it might help, right?
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As though running into Eichi-kun wasn't bad enough, he had to run into an Eichi-kun who'd been drugged! An Eichi-kun who ingested the sort of drug that makes you feel, well... a drug that makes you feel that way! And now that very same Eichi-kun is clinging to him like a lifeline, breathing heavily against his neck! All while some seagull-headed lifeguard flexes their muscles a few yards away, adding insult to injury! Everything is just awful. Horrible!
Eichi will find Hiyori's expression to be one of extreme consternation when he pulls back. If he even looks there—he seems to be more interested in his body. For better or for worse, Hiyori is showing less skin than just about anyone else on this beach. Going shirtless isn't an option now that he has that unwanted tattoo on his back, and so he's wearing a zip-up hoodie with matching seafoam bottoms (plus a stylish hair ornament). Whenever one of the staff squawks at him to show more skin, he just unzips the hoodie and blows them a kiss. That always takes care of it!
But, you know, whether he's clothed or not, being eyeballed by Eichi is still rather skin-crawling. Especially with some breathy little "I want" preceding it!
Before he can remind Eichi where his eyes are, his shoulders are grabbed and he's turned around. Eichi's grip isn't the strongest, but he's disoriented enough that he goes with it. Or maybe it's just less actively uncomfortable than being face-to-face. Still, with Eichi still holding onto him and saying he may die, something must be done here. So.
He'll just talk like everything hasn't gone horribly wrong. Great plan!]
There's basically nothing but places to go, since the resort's unreasonably huge. My room's back down on the eighth floor, so it'll take a while to get there. This whole area's attached to the garden, though, so we might as well head that way. Though we'll want to stay away from the flowers...
[Since some of those have that special pollen, allegedly. What might happen if someone who's already been drugged (and who already had a weak body to start with) got drugged a second time?
...]
On second thought, maybe I'll just toss you into the pool. Or a shower stall. A cold shower seems like it might help, right?
[It won't help.]