They said nobody's supposed to get hurt playing this stupid game.
[ the way he'd throw the biggest hissy fit if he knew she thought she was 'predating' on him ..........
He gets where this is probably going, of course. Like -- he gets Rin by now? She's probably in this game to win it. And since they already know each other and have been through this whole rigmarole a few times by now, why wouldn't they go for the easy point? He knows it's not a big deal that Rin's inviting him to one of those cabins, so he sure as hell isn't going to treat it like one!
-- weird, then, how that simple question has his insides twisting into a knot. Not in a bad way, he thinks. It's just that a strange bolt of heat races down his spine, so intense that it earns a visible shudder, and his next breath comes hoarse even as he tries to squelch whatever the hell this weird feeling is. ]
S-sure? [ Embarrassing how his voice came wobbly for a hot second there. Fuuta has to clear his throat to try and swallow back the bees buzzing in his stomach, unaware of the way his scent comes even stronger as he turns towards said cabin. Trying to lead the way there, because -- ... because? Because he has to? Why does this feel so weird, then. ] Come on, then. I don't wanna have to deal with someone else getting there first. Might as well get to it.
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[ the way he'd throw the biggest hissy fit if he knew she thought she was 'predating' on him ..........
He gets where this is probably going, of course. Like -- he gets Rin by now? She's probably in this game to win it. And since they already know each other and have been through this whole rigmarole a few times by now, why wouldn't they go for the easy point? He knows it's not a big deal that Rin's inviting him to one of those cabins, so he sure as hell isn't going to treat it like one!
-- weird, then, how that simple question has his insides twisting into a knot. Not in a bad way, he thinks. It's just that a strange bolt of heat races down his spine, so intense that it earns a visible shudder, and his next breath comes hoarse even as he tries to squelch whatever the hell this weird feeling is. ]
S-sure? [ Embarrassing how his voice came wobbly for a hot second there. Fuuta has to clear his throat to try and swallow back the bees buzzing in his stomach, unaware of the way his scent comes even stronger as he turns towards said cabin. Trying to lead the way there, because -- ... because? Because he has to? Why does this feel so weird, then. ] Come on, then. I don't wanna have to deal with someone else getting there first. Might as well get to it.