[ he feels his heart race -- with the rush of excitement, affection, flush... things you would expect out of a schoolboy. for a moment, his cheeks puff as he attempts to reel it in, the judder of his heart audible in his own ears.

his adam's apple bobs in his throat. he swallows again, eyes alight and misty and bright. the tell tale signs of boyishness. cloud feels for daan's cheek again, grazing it gently. ]

Okay. [ he sucks in a breath. ] When you're ready...

[ "when he's ready? you mean when you are..."

this is not an opportune time to be hearing voices. quick. play it cool. time to pretend to be normal, and like he has his shit together-- ]

You have...pretty eyes.

[ he only has one eye.]

Eye. I meant eye.

[ "you're gonna make him feel bad about having one eye!" fuck. ]

It's-- okay that you have one, you look good with it... I-- Just. Yeah. I'm ready. Sorry.

[ ok. well. good job everyone. ]