[ That tickled a bit more than he expected, actually. Fuuta is silent as he feels the gentle pressure of teeth against his ear, but from that close proximity, Hamel might note the way he huffs out a slightly stilted breath, brow tensing as he fights the urge to close his eyes. He can feel her breath tickle against his jaw before she retreats too, and he's suddenly, vividly aware of how nice she smells.
-- ugh! He's not going to think about it! He's not going to make this weird! ]
Y-yeah. Yeah, strange. It's a fucking stupid game is what it is.
[ Fuuta ends up rubbing at his face to try and hide the faint heat in his cheeks, but otherwise hurriedly reaches over to snatch the dice back up and chuck them against the tabletop. -- 'GRIND ON' 'THIGH.'
Sorry Hamel, he's just gonna freeze for a hot second as he stares at the results, then looks to her like he's expecting her to say something about it first. ]
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-- ugh! He's not going to think about it! He's not going to make this weird! ]
Y-yeah. Yeah, strange. It's a fucking stupid game is what it is.
[ Fuuta ends up rubbing at his face to try and hide the faint heat in his cheeks, but otherwise hurriedly reaches over to snatch the dice back up and chuck them against the tabletop. -- 'GRIND ON' 'THIGH.'
Sorry Hamel, he's just gonna freeze for a hot second as he stares at the results, then looks to her like he's expecting her to say something about it first. ]