Nope. [ quickly and softly that rebuttal comes, as if he's already given it extensive thought. (who knows, maybe he has. limelight comes in all hues.) lighter doesn't flinch around deft fingers, slender and quick to patch him up. his lids even shutter, finding more solace in the darkness and light shapes then eye contact this close. an unspoken extension of trust, maybe — and therein, a dare. ] No thanks, not for me. I'll leave that kind of idol status to you guys. Just the thought makes my heart want to run wild out of my chest.
[ a boldfaced admission, perhaps more fitting of his trust than his physicality is.
but they have better faces for it, he thinks. better hearts. to be so overt in that chilly excellence, a clean wash of ice and electricity. even if he can't see it, he can sense it, the equally electric shape of him and his rifted breathing, life clinging to its tattered corners. there's almost something cold about it, the caress of shallow breath that can't afford to be deeper. lighter is easy to manipulate, neck craning this way, jaw tipping that way, focus divided.
it's there and then it's not there and lighter frowns at the sensation of that, though the way it presses at the corners of his lips and lifts again is faint at best. ]
Thanks. It's — oop! [ in that moment of feline-abetted instability, lighter is on his feet, arm catching harumasa's waist. on his way up, he'd scooped the tiny offender into his other arm in perfect sync, just in case someone toppled. steadying, he suddenly... has two (2) cats on his hands. blinking, he clears his throat, stunned into stillness. a mellow, puzzled mrow? sounds from his other rescue. ] ...it doesn't hurt all that much, anyway. Is what I was saying.
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[ a boldfaced admission, perhaps more fitting of his trust than his physicality is.
but they have better faces for it, he thinks. better hearts. to be so overt in that chilly excellence, a clean wash of ice and electricity. even if he can't see it, he can sense it, the equally electric shape of him and his rifted breathing, life clinging to its tattered corners. there's almost something cold about it, the caress of shallow breath that can't afford to be deeper. lighter is easy to manipulate, neck craning this way, jaw tipping that way, focus divided.
it's there and then it's not there and lighter frowns at the sensation of that, though the way it presses at the corners of his lips and lifts again is faint at best. ]
Thanks. It's — oop! [ in that moment of feline-abetted instability, lighter is on his feet, arm catching harumasa's waist. on his way up, he'd scooped the tiny offender into his other arm in perfect sync, just in case someone toppled. steadying, he suddenly... has two (2) cats on his hands. blinking, he clears his throat, stunned into stillness. a mellow, puzzled mrow? sounds from his other rescue. ] ...it doesn't hurt all that much, anyway. Is what I was saying.