[The thought of Scaramouche divining his alone activities was maybe just as flustering as the thought of him just stumbling in upon it. What if he was being particularly noisy? Not that he frequently is. At the very least the other man made it clear that things not involving himself are muddied, and such he rests easy on thoughts of other matter sof his private life.
He is maybe a bit too concerned about this. It's probably just his nerves, trying to find something to fixate on rather than the imminent future and just choosing the worst thing to fixate on. Scaramouche's returned squeeze is comforting at least, the samurai reflexively giving him a smile.]
He seems a bit insecure, so I want him to know how special he is to me. Though, hehe, yes I could probably write poetry about his looks.
[He might be a little embarrassed later, but he can't help the underhanded flirting.]
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[The thought of Scaramouche divining his alone activities was maybe just as flustering as the thought of him just stumbling in upon it. What if he was being particularly noisy? Not that he frequently is. At the very least the other man made it clear that things not involving himself are muddied, and such he rests easy on thoughts of other matter sof his private life.
He is maybe a bit too concerned about this. It's probably just his nerves, trying to find something to fixate on rather than the imminent future and just choosing the worst thing to fixate on. Scaramouche's returned squeeze is comforting at least, the samurai reflexively giving him a smile.]
He seems a bit insecure, so I want him to know how special he is to me. Though, hehe, yes I could probably write poetry about his looks.
[He might be a little embarrassed later, but he can't help the underhanded flirting.]