[ Enchanted by the spree of delight, she leaps off the sofa, hitting the floor running and takes Tim on a ride straight through the house, scaring the koi when furry footsteps splash across the water without sinking, a ball of sunshine at the end of her long tail. The koi scurry into the deeper part of the bath, away from the footfalls that dash straight through the house and into the great outdoors for some fresh air. She always was an unruly one at heart.
Would it make you feel better that he doesn't actually listen to these 'deals' too busy contemplating whether he wants it or not. The cost is really inconsequential so long as it's not egregious, though he and Allen may have a difference of opinion on what constitutes that definition. Oh, well. This is why he shops alone.
His mouth parts slightly, lips tingling, hyperaware of that hand on his mouth as the seconds tick on. Few people ever touched him this long. A grab of his arm to drag him somewhere. A press of shoulders during lunch rush. A friend holding his hand to convey heartfelt words. One of the guys clapping a hand on his chest in the baths during winter when it got too cold and he was the only thing keeping it at bay. None of those ever lingered. He knew those. He grows warm. He was starting to know this too.
Allen tips his head, smiling before withdrawing and he's left feeling out of sorts. His breathing feels a little off, and he sucks in a breath when he catches that last line. He wanted to think about him there, too? Utterly confounded, he stares, feeling a little bare and exposed in a rare bout of self-awareness. ]
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Would it make you feel better that he doesn't actually listen to these 'deals' too busy contemplating whether he wants it or not. The cost is really inconsequential so long as it's not egregious, though he and Allen may have a difference of opinion on what constitutes that definition. Oh, well. This is why he shops alone.
His mouth parts slightly, lips tingling, hyperaware of that hand on his mouth as the seconds tick on. Few people ever touched him this long. A grab of his arm to drag him somewhere. A press of shoulders during lunch rush. A friend holding his hand to convey heartfelt words. One of the guys clapping a hand on his chest in the baths during winter when it got too cold and he was the only thing keeping it at bay. None of those ever lingered. He knew those. He grows warm. He was starting to know this too.
Allen tips his head, smiling before withdrawing and he's left feeling out of sorts. His breathing feels a little off, and he sucks in a breath when he catches that last line. He wanted to think about him there, too? Utterly confounded, he stares, feeling a little bare and exposed in a rare bout of self-awareness. ]
... Why?