[ Diluc is suddenly too close, too quickly, his fingers a hot brand around his wrist and searing into his skin. It's not anywhere near as intense as his mind makes it out to be, probably doesn't even hurt, really, but that in conjunction with everything that's happened between them thus far is enough to make his body throb in anticipation, a blunt ache that practically begs to be sated.
At first he thinks it's just an aftereffect of the kizuna. That maybe this shop, or the weather, even, is having some kind of adverse effect on him. It makes it hard to take in Diluc's words at first, and by the time he realizes that the other might be frustrated with what's happening, he's not really sure how to react.
Because Diluc is trying, for whatever reason. There hasn't been any kind of dismissal, nothing to suggest the redhead wouldn't want his company for longer. ]
Diluc... [ He begins, feeling the stares of people on them. But he doesn't pull his hand away, doesn't move, continues giving him this helpless, wary look - and if it happens to drop down to his lips, gauging the distance between him, maybe Diluc won't quite notice. ]
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At first he thinks it's just an aftereffect of the kizuna. That maybe this shop, or the weather, even, is having some kind of adverse effect on him. It makes it hard to take in Diluc's words at first, and by the time he realizes that the other might be frustrated with what's happening, he's not really sure how to react.
Because Diluc is trying, for whatever reason. There hasn't been any kind of dismissal, nothing to suggest the redhead wouldn't want his company for longer. ]
Diluc... [ He begins, feeling the stares of people on them. But he doesn't pull his hand away, doesn't move, continues giving him this helpless, wary look - and if it happens to drop down to his lips, gauging the distance between him, maybe Diluc won't quite notice. ]