@HEJESTS
he ruined my tie, and it was a new one at that.
@HEJESTS you know i enjoy an outing. it’s a rare occasion that we go out together on the basis of not being on a mission and for work.
@HEJESTS you? offering me your free time? what an honour, i’d love to. let’s go immediately.
╱ my love, ╱ you’re acting so cold towards me again.
@HEJESTS i know you are, it’s just so fun to be riling you. your reactions are always so .. ╱ cute. ╱ [a common hum is slipping past his lips, a familiar tune as he forcefully keeps arata’s hand in place. looking at him, eyes almost communicating that he was purposely denying him from the contact. he would smile, eyes fluttering close for a moment until he lets the other’s hand trail over to those very scars engraved onto his skin. a faint memory of the pain, but he would quickly blink that thiught away.] i didn’t say that i wasn’t either, i don’t want some average bitch looking at you. ever.
@thoucircus ( an enigmatic man with mischief in those vibrantly dark eyes, drawn affinity coerced to pummel him. disconcerting, to say the least remaining ignorant to the ogling of the jester. perhaps it was inappropriate to behave in such a manner, reflection is due. ) seriously again with that — nevermind, that was sarcasm imbecile. ( spat out rather frigidly, noticing an alter in demeanor upon physical contact. those scarlet orbs never shot to gawk at something so fast, arata swore something burst. hand couldn't maneuver to stroke rarely exhibited scars as other took it; stimulus gave him palpitations and visage mirror utterance, and yet one felt obliged to stay still. ) am I possessive and what does that make you?
@HEJESTS [what was bubbling beneath the surface? quiet underneath the mirth of emerald irises, he can’t help but allow a grin to stretch and a dark chuckle to follow. how amusing, he notes in his mind as he’s carefully watching arata. he can’t help but watch, observe, and enjoy the show. he is a clown after all, he’s meant to be entertaining!] you’re goin’ to have me all jealous, my love. don’t tell me i’m gonna haf’ta have another one of those chats with her. [the end is emphasized with a slight pop of his mouth, but once he comes in contact with the other’s hand. shinra is already practically melting like goo, quick to slide off the mask, witnessing the scars adorning that pretty face as lips press a gentle peck to his hand. teeth settling on flesh for only a moment, nipping at the skin delicately; teasingly.] you should only be looking at me, especially with how possessive you are it’s only fair.
* Smooch
