( Yeah, names are necessary, Leon is prepared to insist. The name of this game isn't Anonymity, and if he's being honest with himself here, he's not entirely sure he's ready for something like that just yet. It's been an adjustment just accepting what needs to be done without his suit flaring up, and more importantly, he's not trying to endure any kind of consequences if he doesn't have to. At least while all these games are going on. But thankfully, he does get a name.
Satoru. He repeats it in his head as he tilts his head up to look up at the other. He isn't bothered by the proximity, slowly lifting his gaze up and towards Gojou's face. He's cute, he thinks, even if the situation is distinctly less so. )
Leon. ( Is the short introduction he offers, lifting his hand to tug at the knot of his tie, loosening it a bit further. There's a few seconds where he considers if he should really do this - he can't tell if Satoru even knows what he's doing given the way he talks. Or maybe that's just him? It's hard to tell. But despite the stubborn part of him that doesn't want to bend so easily to this game, something else wins out: doing what he's told, giving someone else what he thinks they want. So he lets himself lean back, supports his weight on his arms for a few seconds as he stares up at Gojou again. Then, finally, he lets himself lie flat on the bed with his legs over the edge. )
You suck at this. ( He adds as he settles, arching a brow up at Gojou as he moves his hands to rest them on his abdomen. Not that he has any real experience with something like this, but well. He can't say this guy seems like he's got any more experience than he does with it all. )
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Satoru. He repeats it in his head as he tilts his head up to look up at the other. He isn't bothered by the proximity, slowly lifting his gaze up and towards Gojou's face. He's cute, he thinks, even if the situation is distinctly less so. )
Leon. ( Is the short introduction he offers, lifting his hand to tug at the knot of his tie, loosening it a bit further. There's a few seconds where he considers if he should really do this - he can't tell if Satoru even knows what he's doing given the way he talks. Or maybe that's just him? It's hard to tell. But despite the stubborn part of him that doesn't want to bend so easily to this game, something else wins out: doing what he's told, giving someone else what he thinks they want. So he lets himself lean back, supports his weight on his arms for a few seconds as he stares up at Gojou again. Then, finally, he lets himself lie flat on the bed with his legs over the edge. )
You suck at this. ( He adds as he settles, arching a brow up at Gojou as he moves his hands to rest them on his abdomen. Not that he has any real experience with something like this, but well. He can't say this guy seems like he's got any more experience than he does with it all. )