You'll find most inhibitions vanish with experience.
[There's a glimmer of a tsunpout, though -- he'd rather not recall any point in time, in this life or the last, where he was shy about kissing of all things.]
[Well. There's really no place Gil would rather be than a bed, for a number of reasons, and so it's no wonder he makes sure that's where he lands. And Tokiomi? Being forward? He'd like to see that one.]
[Despite what he says, Tokiomi is still going to sit on that bed, and even lean over Gil. It's just that instead of going for makeouts, he just rests his forehead against Gil's collar and closes his eyes.
They'll get to all that sloppy stuff soon, he's sure. First, he'd simply like to be here, feeling Gil's warmth and breathing in the scent of his skin.]
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[emotions. what are they??? he doesn't fucking know. Is he supposed to like.... do something now?]
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[caaalm down and wipe your eyes, self]
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[h-headpat?]
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You're such an arrogant brat...
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[well. no, no he wouldn't. not really.]
...You've really gotten less shy, haven't you?
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[There's a glimmer of a tsunpout, though -- he'd rather not recall any point in time, in this life or the last, where he was shy about kissing of all things.]
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You say that as though it's a problem! Quite the opposite, I'm always eager to teach. It makes the experience more satisfying.
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pick up a pillow and mash it into your face]
Honestly!
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[He parrots Tokiomi and shoves the pillow back at him]
I'm being quite honest!
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[and this is really, truly dissolving into pillow wrestling]
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I'm comfortable, there's a difference!
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[Right now, that appears to be shoving Gil and hoping he falls on the bed.]
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You're not too embarrassed?
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[Despite what he says, Tokiomi is still going to sit on that bed, and even lean over Gil. It's just that instead of going for makeouts, he just rests his forehead against Gil's collar and closes his eyes.
They'll get to all that sloppy stuff soon, he's sure. First, he'd simply like to be here, feeling Gil's warmth and breathing in the scent of his skin.]
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Not what he expected.
Definitely not bad.]
I can't imagine what else you'd do with me in bed.
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