[ The headband of black cloth and white lace flutters to the ground. It lands at Minato's knee, and his gaze breaks from Akira to track its movements.
There'd been no need for Akira's fingers to card through his hair while he'd done so. Perhaps, then, this was the other wild card indulging? Only after the fingers are gone does Minato lean down to take the headband in one hand. He tosses it aside with a nigh-flippant air, and it's soon followed by Akira's belt. ]
Guess not.
[ It's not really about fairness and maintaining a careful, clinical balancing act, is it? Maybe that's why Minato reaches up to pinch the brim of Akira's hat, tossing it over his shoulder to join the headband and belt. ]
Maybe... that doesn't matter during times like this.
[ Minato looks over Akira again, gaze shifting to each article of clothing again. It lingers a bit on the tie, but -- no, the jacket should probably go first, right? He reaches up and sets to unbuttoning each one until it falls open, just enough to slide a hand underneath that layer. His gloved palm drifts upwards, nudging a sleeve down Akira's arm at an intentionally languid pace.
Gray-blue irises are trained on the dip of Akira's waist. It's easier to see, now that he's just in his button-down blouse. Underneath that cloth is an expanse of skin Minato had witnessed before. ]
...do you want to find out?
[ The last time was more frenetic, falling together in the midst of a Spades flare digging up Akira's underlying energy. ]
What it's like, I mean. Without --
[ The hand at Akira's side drops away and returns to Minato's side. Maybe the light pink dusting his cheeks aren't strictly from his outfit, especially now that his collar is open and one layer's been removed. ]
...never mind.
[ Perhaps it's too much to ask of Minato to abandon the skittishness surfacing whenever he starts grasping at things that seem to drift just close enough within reach. Anything that floats close enough -- it must be a mistake.
But this isn't the sort of mistake that Akira would make, is it? ]
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There'd been no need for Akira's fingers to card through his hair while he'd done so. Perhaps, then, this was the other wild card indulging? Only after the fingers are gone does Minato lean down to take the headband in one hand. He tosses it aside with a nigh-flippant air, and it's soon followed by Akira's belt. ]
Guess not.
[ It's not really about fairness and maintaining a careful, clinical balancing act, is it? Maybe that's why Minato reaches up to pinch the brim of Akira's hat, tossing it over his shoulder to join the headband and belt. ]
Maybe... that doesn't matter during times like this.
[ Minato looks over Akira again, gaze shifting to each article of clothing again. It lingers a bit on the tie, but -- no, the jacket should probably go first, right? He reaches up and sets to unbuttoning each one until it falls open, just enough to slide a hand underneath that layer. His gloved palm drifts upwards, nudging a sleeve down Akira's arm at an intentionally languid pace.
Gray-blue irises are trained on the dip of Akira's waist. It's easier to see, now that he's just in his button-down blouse. Underneath that cloth is an expanse of skin Minato had witnessed before. ]
...do you want to find out?
[ The last time was more frenetic, falling together in the midst of a Spades flare digging up Akira's underlying energy. ]
What it's like, I mean. Without --
[ The hand at Akira's side drops away and returns to Minato's side. Maybe the light pink dusting his cheeks aren't strictly from his outfit, especially now that his collar is open and one layer's been removed. ]
...never mind.
[ Perhaps it's too much to ask of Minato to abandon the skittishness surfacing whenever he starts grasping at things that seem to drift just close enough within reach. Anything that floats close enough -- it must be a mistake.
But this isn't the sort of mistake that Akira would make, is it? ]