[ He's not exactly a stranger to gaming while pressed against someone else; it's just usually in a more comfortable setup than sharing a chair, like reclined back on a couch or in bed. Tomura isn't exactly light either—though the loose-but-flimsy tee can hide much of the definition of his torso, there's no hiding the fact that his weight is built up majority in muscle. He has his doubts about how well this seating arrangement will work for either of them, but it's an annoyance of small enough order that excessive protest would probably just make him seem fussy; so reluctantly, he purses his lips and plants himself on Blade's lap.
It could be worse. They could've chosen a scrawny bastard who would buckle under his weight, but Blade makes for a somewhat comfortable seat (though regrettably not as comfortable as the chair itself). The position also draws Tomura's attention to their difference in height; though it hadn't been completely unnoticed before, particularly during their match in the ring, it's much more evident with his back against Blade's chest and the other man peering over his shoulder. Tomura doesn't place much importance in height, but it does make this situation as a whole slightly more annoying.
And then Blade slips a hand under his shirt. His abs jump instinctively under the touch, but what possess him in the immediacy is confusion. He doesn't really know Blade as a person, but the kind of reserved stoicism he gives off makes Tomura think he wouldn't readily get on board with the Golden Peacock's entire agenda, and yet. Is Blade going along with it because it's a task to fulfill, or—?
But, sure. Get started. It's evident that he isn't fully comfortable even as he does so, his body tense like an uncertain cat. He's expecting that he's going to be subjected to... something, sooner or later, and not knowing when, not knowing whether Blade planned to act on the director's orders or his own whims, contributes another layer of wariness. Tomura's too proud to fuss over this too, and so he sets his jaw—so far from the flirty persona of his role—before dourly reading off more of the script: the prices for "chat" to request further one-time or recurring acts during the stream.
Then, he launches into the game. The screen fades into short introduction scene of the player character, a brown-haired woman in a plain-but-ragged white robe, getting thrown into a room with stone walls. Suspiciously dripping sacks hang from the ceiling, and the woman who now clambers to her feet reveals the bottom of her robe has been stained red. He can take control shortly after, guiding her towards the door—of course, locked—before venturing back, deeper into the room, exploring the 2D-rendered space. ]
So it looks like the gameplay is mostly going to be puzzle-solving and platforming... Since we're still in the tutorial area, this part probably won't be too difficult...
[ The prompt bar has shown him nothing for this part, so it looks like "chat" and Blade will just have to deal with his half-assed attempt at riveting entertainment instead. ]
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It could be worse. They could've chosen a scrawny bastard who would buckle under his weight, but Blade makes for a somewhat comfortable seat (though regrettably not as comfortable as the chair itself). The position also draws Tomura's attention to their difference in height; though it hadn't been completely unnoticed before, particularly during their match in the ring, it's much more evident with his back against Blade's chest and the other man peering over his shoulder. Tomura doesn't place much importance in height, but it does make this situation as a whole slightly more annoying.
And then Blade slips a hand under his shirt. His abs jump instinctively under the touch, but what possess him in the immediacy is confusion. He doesn't really know Blade as a person, but the kind of reserved stoicism he gives off makes Tomura think he wouldn't readily get on board with the Golden Peacock's entire agenda, and yet. Is Blade going along with it because it's a task to fulfill, or—?
But, sure. Get started. It's evident that he isn't fully comfortable even as he does so, his body tense like an uncertain cat. He's expecting that he's going to be subjected to... something, sooner or later, and not knowing when, not knowing whether Blade planned to act on the director's orders or his own whims, contributes another layer of wariness. Tomura's too proud to fuss over this too, and so he sets his jaw—so far from the flirty persona of his role—before dourly reading off more of the script: the prices for "chat" to request further one-time or recurring acts during the stream.
Then, he launches into the game. The screen fades into short introduction scene of the player character, a brown-haired woman in a plain-but-ragged white robe, getting thrown into a room with stone walls. Suspiciously dripping sacks hang from the ceiling, and the woman who now clambers to her feet reveals the bottom of her robe has been stained red. He can take control shortly after, guiding her towards the door—of course, locked—before venturing back, deeper into the room, exploring the 2D-rendered space. ]
So it looks like the gameplay is mostly going to be puzzle-solving and platforming... Since we're still in the tutorial area, this part probably won't be too difficult...
[ The prompt bar has shown him nothing for this part, so it looks like "chat" and Blade will just have to deal with his half-assed attempt at riveting entertainment instead. ]