[ that's a thread he'll have to follow when his priorities aren't so forcefully rearranged. instead, he waits patiently, watching the shifting colors play across that pale, concentrating profile, wondering if the sky really is reflecting that much pink — for as long as it lasts. until he finds his gaze drifting down the pronounced lines of his throat, the dark cascade of long hair, the slender bones of his wrists. there's a reverberating ache in his own body he only vaguely recognizes and doesn't give much effort to understanding. ]
[ Lan Sizhui looks enthusiastic about his prospects with the game, while Getou isn't so sure. ]
Hm... [ he contemplates, tipping his head as he looks back at him. his hand hovers over the start button, tongue taking a swipe at the seam of his lips. ] Well... if you'd prefer, I can give you a more hands-on demonstration.
[ what exactly that means, he leaves to Lan Sizhui's imagination — but for the directing gaze he pins to the motorbike's seat just behind where he's straddled, and then back up to dark eyes. there's a touch of smug suggestion with it, but more than that, the heat that begs for shoulderblades against his own chest. he's been received well so far, but the question of further proximity he leaves in the other man's hands. ]
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[ that's a thread he'll have to follow when his priorities aren't so forcefully rearranged. instead, he waits patiently, watching the shifting colors play across that pale, concentrating profile, wondering if the sky really is reflecting that much pink — for as long as it lasts. until he finds his gaze drifting down the pronounced lines of his throat, the dark cascade of long hair, the slender bones of his wrists. there's a reverberating ache in his own body he only vaguely recognizes and doesn't give much effort to understanding. ]
[ Lan Sizhui looks enthusiastic about his prospects with the game, while Getou isn't so sure. ]
Hm... [ he contemplates, tipping his head as he looks back at him. his hand hovers over the start button, tongue taking a swipe at the seam of his lips. ] Well... if you'd prefer, I can give you a more hands-on demonstration.
[ what exactly that means, he leaves to Lan Sizhui's imagination — but for the directing gaze he pins to the motorbike's seat just behind where he's straddled, and then back up to dark eyes. there's a touch of smug suggestion with it, but more than that, the heat that begs for shoulderblades against his own chest. he's been received well so far, but the question of further proximity he leaves in the other man's hands. ]