[ when he feels her move, he is more than half expecting mitsuru to be moving towards the door to leave; it's an awkward moment after all - seeing something as disgusting as what's usually hidden beneath the layers are exposed out in the open. he feels anxiety prickling over his skin and hangs his head lower, taking a deep breath and steeling himself to smile again - maybe make a joke of it, something like looks pretty gnarly, people call me a turtle for a reason!, or even just another sorry - when the hands come out, seemingly from nowhere, and seizes him around both the wrists. ]
Uh, [ he sounds truly, genuinely dumbfounded this time - so much so that there's hardly any emotion in his inflection at all, just a blank bewilderment - and so is the gaze that flies up as he tips his head back, meeting her square in the eyes.
you don't have to, not to me.
his hand - the mechanical one - flexes for a second under the tight grip, an uncertain reflex that shouldn't exist, fizzing out in fried, severed nerve endings - and after a second or two, he smiles again. it's not as loud as his usual ones that he turns towards others, mitsuru included. it's a more uncertain thing, though no less warm for the tiny waver at the very corners of his mouth. ]
... Please don't do that. I've only got the three ...
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Uh, [ he sounds truly, genuinely dumbfounded this time - so much so that there's hardly any emotion in his inflection at all, just a blank bewilderment - and so is the gaze that flies up as he tips his head back, meeting her square in the eyes.
you don't have to, not to me.
his hand - the mechanical one - flexes for a second under the tight grip, an uncertain reflex that shouldn't exist, fizzing out in fried, severed nerve endings - and after a second or two, he smiles again. it's not as loud as his usual ones that he turns towards others, mitsuru included. it's a more uncertain thing, though no less warm for the tiny waver at the very corners of his mouth. ]
... Please don't do that. I've only got the three ...