( A pool, a cold shower... Despite the way that his blood is rushing through his body right now, spurred on by the heat of a deep longing for contact, it feels like it's draining from his face, now. Hiyori really isn't going to do a thing to help him, and he should have realized that much before.
He had realized that much, really.
He doesn't feel like he has to dignify that question with a response, with how his fingers dig in a little extra at Hiyori's shoulders, his icy cold stare trying to glare a hole through him from the back. It's amazing how a dying man can be filled with so much smiling irritation!
He doesn't have a strong grip, and he doesn't push with much force, but he does begin to walk Hiyori forward, over towards the bungalows. He woke up in one of them, so at the very least he can crawl under his blankets and try to get through this, right? Right? The longer he stares at Hiyori from this angle, though, the more he gets some rather untoward thoughts about what he'd like to do to shut him up.
Maybe death would be better, actually. )
Hahh... ( A heavy exhale, a little shaky, but he's still persistently trudging along through the sand. He's only in swim shorts himself, not given the luxury of anything to cover the pale skin of his chest, and even if the sun is fake and there are no UV lights turned on at all, Eichi feels like he's burning up. )
Hiyori-kun. ( Something that's managed to draw his attention, even in between all of the cluttered thoughts and feelings rising up like heat from the sand, is the comment about him having a room, despite this resort being overbooked. ) How long have you been here?
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He had realized that much, really.
He doesn't feel like he has to dignify that question with a response, with how his fingers dig in a little extra at Hiyori's shoulders, his icy cold stare trying to glare a hole through him from the back. It's amazing how a dying man can be filled with so much smiling irritation!
He doesn't have a strong grip, and he doesn't push with much force, but he does begin to walk Hiyori forward, over towards the bungalows. He woke up in one of them, so at the very least he can crawl under his blankets and try to get through this, right? Right? The longer he stares at Hiyori from this angle, though, the more he gets some rather untoward thoughts about what he'd like to do to shut him up.
Maybe death would be better, actually. )
Hahh... ( A heavy exhale, a little shaky, but he's still persistently trudging along through the sand. He's only in swim shorts himself, not given the luxury of anything to cover the pale skin of his chest, and even if the sun is fake and there are no UV lights turned on at all, Eichi feels like he's burning up. )
Hiyori-kun. ( Something that's managed to draw his attention, even in between all of the cluttered thoughts and feelings rising up like heat from the sand, is the comment about him having a room, despite this resort being overbooked. ) How long have you been here?