( There are a lot of things Kinich has gotten used to over the years. Loss, war, self-searching, taking on an ancient name... But socializing has never been one of his strong suits. He takes on things that most people won't, making him an outlier, making it difficult to make friends— and even with the handful of friends he's found himself with now, he can safely say he's never really explored along the path of intimacy. Not like this, not like anything, really.
So, it's strange, being approached like this, having his personal space invaded so suddenly. Every part of him, every bit of training as a courier, or a Saurian Hunter, or even taking the name of "Malipo", is urging him to gain distance, to step back, to go on high alert like this is some kind of battle. But he's strong willed and determined not to embarrass himself here, so he ignores those pinging flags in his brain and stands his ground, even as the whisper meets his ear in a way that prickles at the back of his neck.
Not that he shows any outward reaction. The words themselves aren't very sexy, so that's a help. But the closeness at all earns a longer than normal silence as he processes and thinks on how best to reply.
Unfortunately, Ajaw's loud ass mouth beats him to the punch. )
Ahaha! What's the matter, Kinich? Are you all flustered? Never had someone this close to you before? Careful, don't turn red!
( Irritation rises quickly to replace the caught-off-guard sort of nervousness he was dealing with inwardly before, and he breathes in slowly, shoving his Watch hand into a pocket and muffling any further mockery. Kinich responds in a low voice, tilting his head a little closer— it's fine when he initiates it— to make it look good for the cameras. But his words are also unrelated to the script. )
Ajaw's more bark than bite. He's just mad he got shoved into this Watch while I get to walk free. And he's not AI, either— you can think of him as a pet.
( muffled: ) I can still hear you! Take that back, you lowly servant!
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So, it's strange, being approached like this, having his personal space invaded so suddenly. Every part of him, every bit of training as a courier, or a Saurian Hunter, or even taking the name of "Malipo", is urging him to gain distance, to step back, to go on high alert like this is some kind of battle. But he's strong willed and determined not to embarrass himself here, so he ignores those pinging flags in his brain and stands his ground, even as the whisper meets his ear in a way that prickles at the back of his neck.
Not that he shows any outward reaction. The words themselves aren't very sexy, so that's a help. But the closeness at all earns a longer than normal silence as he processes and thinks on how best to reply.
Unfortunately, Ajaw's loud ass mouth beats him to the punch. )
Ahaha! What's the matter, Kinich? Are you all flustered? Never had someone this close to you before? Careful, don't turn red!
( Irritation rises quickly to replace the caught-off-guard sort of nervousness he was dealing with inwardly before, and he breathes in slowly, shoving his Watch hand into a pocket and muffling any further mockery. Kinich responds in a low voice, tilting his head a little closer— it's fine when he initiates it— to make it look good for the cameras. But his words are also unrelated to the script. )
Ajaw's more bark than bite. He's just mad he got shoved into this Watch while I get to walk free. And he's not AI, either— you can think of him as a pet.
( muffled: ) I can still hear you! Take that back, you lowly servant!