[ Truly, Fuuta is doing a 10/10 job of playing the lascivious force here to corrupt the gentle priest.
Honestly, he might be doing a slightly better job if he weren't so distracted by how itchy his clothes are starting to feel against his skin. Past the screen separating the two sections of the confessional, Sein might hear the slight rustle of fabric as Fuuta tugs at the high collar of his shirt; he gives a breathy sigh when the topmost buttons pop undone, giving him a little more room to breath.
And silently, he thanks Sein for giving him a convenient excuse for staying quiet for a little longer. Not that he's about to actually say 'thanks,' but his gratitude means he's a little too quick to blurt out, ]
Yeah. Yeah, you go first. With your transgressions. [ Wait, never mind, that was more embarrassing to say out loud than he anticipated; his face feels a little hot, but he's not even sure if it's because of whatever's making him feel funny, or from the mortification of this dumb role he's supposed to be playing. ] I mean ... yeah, it'd help.
[ Pause. ]
It can't be anything too bad, though. You're a priest.
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[ Truly, Fuuta is doing a 10/10 job of playing the lascivious force here to corrupt the gentle priest.
Honestly, he might be doing a slightly better job if he weren't so distracted by how itchy his clothes are starting to feel against his skin. Past the screen separating the two sections of the confessional, Sein might hear the slight rustle of fabric as Fuuta tugs at the high collar of his shirt; he gives a breathy sigh when the topmost buttons pop undone, giving him a little more room to breath.
And silently, he thanks Sein for giving him a convenient excuse for staying quiet for a little longer. Not that he's about to actually say 'thanks,' but his gratitude means he's a little too quick to blurt out, ]
Yeah. Yeah, you go first. With your transgressions. [ Wait, never mind, that was more embarrassing to say out loud than he anticipated; his face feels a little hot, but he's not even sure if it's because of whatever's making him feel funny, or from the mortification of this dumb role he's supposed to be playing. ] I mean ... yeah, it'd help.
[ Pause. ]
It can't be anything too bad, though. You're a priest.