Does it? ( softly, like he has no idea--and of course, that means the next thing out of his mouth is: ) Ossan~.
( but he's smiling, despite himself, blue eyes locked in on the task at hand; now that he's gotten a better angle and better pressure, it's easier to keep going, to have more finesse with the way he slides the razor down, patient and slow, working the stubble down until it's barely a ghost on gladiolus' skin, and then mostly gone entirely. it's a little funny, when he leans back a little to admire his work: the only thing left is the hint of stubble over his top lip, and he grins at that, a little pleased.
if he thought he could get away with it, he'd probably for the sideburns, too, and take them down a little--but then he's also not fully convinced that they're really going to get into the women's lounge like this, at least not for awhile.
so his hand holds gladiolus' chin in place, and the other gently nips the razor down, trimming short the hair above his upper lip; once it's gone, he thumbs the razor off, reaching past gladiolus so that he can set it down beside him on the bed. )
Face test, Amciti-san. ( is he now going to say everything except gladiolus' first name? probably. ) Let's see...
( rocking forward, his weight pressed down into his pelvis, rubbed into gladiolus' thigh, he presses his cheek in against gladiolus' cheek; like a cat, he rubs down, sliding, brushing until he has to switch to the other side of his face, slowly rubbing and testing up the other side of gladiolus' cheek all the same.
then it's his lips, running from one end of his jaw, to his chin, and then the other end--and when he drags himself back, it's with a confident little smile. )
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( but he's smiling, despite himself, blue eyes locked in on the task at hand; now that he's gotten a better angle and better pressure, it's easier to keep going, to have more finesse with the way he slides the razor down, patient and slow, working the stubble down until it's barely a ghost on gladiolus' skin, and then mostly gone entirely. it's a little funny, when he leans back a little to admire his work: the only thing left is the hint of stubble over his top lip, and he grins at that, a little pleased.
if he thought he could get away with it, he'd probably for the sideburns, too, and take them down a little--but then he's also not fully convinced that they're really going to get into the women's lounge like this, at least not for awhile.
so his hand holds gladiolus' chin in place, and the other gently nips the razor down, trimming short the hair above his upper lip; once it's gone, he thumbs the razor off, reaching past gladiolus so that he can set it down beside him on the bed. )
Face test, Amciti-san. ( is he now going to say everything except gladiolus' first name? probably. ) Let's see...
( rocking forward, his weight pressed down into his pelvis, rubbed into gladiolus' thigh, he presses his cheek in against gladiolus' cheek; like a cat, he rubs down, sliding, brushing until he has to switch to the other side of his face, slowly rubbing and testing up the other side of gladiolus' cheek all the same.
then it's his lips, running from one end of his jaw, to his chin, and then the other end--and when he drags himself back, it's with a confident little smile. )
Wow, I really did it~.